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“My two favorite things are this car and your pussy,” I say, running my thumb against her swollen center and coating her with me as she moans. I lean over her and bring my mouth to her ear.
“And later tonight, I’m going to take my third favorite thing,” I say, sliding my hand down her pussy and to her ass. I sink a finger inside of her to test how tight she is. I won’t be able to go deep, not at first. But the way she moans at this small tease tells me she’s willing to put in the work.
“You said you wanted me to ruin you, Baby. Are you sure?” I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, the devil’s smirk dusts her lips as she nods and reaches down to circle my wrist in her hands to invite me in deeper.
My father always said Saylor Kelly was a good student.
Chapter 16
It’s strangely quiet here.Rowan’s apartment isn’t far from a busy road, and it’s barely off the highway. But it’s a business district, and it’s night. We’re basically off the grid here.
Our night has been a blissful oscillation from sleep to sex. My body aches from his rough touch, yet I want more. Every single touch from him carries so much energy. It’s sensual, and I feel like anything I ask for he’ll deliver without expecting anything in return.
I’ve been lying naked on his bed for the last thirty minutes, my cheek resting on my folded arms as I stare at his face. His fingertips paint long strokes up and down my back, tracing my spine and shoulder blades, then following the curve of my ass. He wants me that way, and I want him to take me there, but he told me it’s not something to rush. I trust him, and I don’t even find that scary.
“What are you thinking about?” His gaze has shifted up to mine.
I suck in my lips.
“You. How happy I am here. How free I feel.”
His mouth curls up on one side, and his eyes blink slowly.
“Good. I want you to like it here, with me.” His eyes linger on mine for a beat, and his teeth grab the tip of his tongue, almost as if they’re stopping him from saying too much. I don’t care that Rowan has been with other women. It would be foolish to think he hasn’t lived, hasn’t loved or lusted. I have, and I’m six years behind him. But what I thought was intimacy with Caleb was fake, and I see that now. I don’t think his brother ever looked at me after getting what he needed from my body. At least not like this.
“You know, I saw you have sex once. When I was sixteen,” I confess. I bite my knuckle as my face warms.
Rowan arches a brow.
“You watched me?” His palm flattens along my back, but he continues to massage my skin.
“Mmm hmmm,” I say, nodding while still resting my cheek on my arms. “It was at your dad’s house, in that garden just off the library, the one in the?—”
“The atrium,” Rowan finishes with a soft laugh. His gaze drifts above me for a moment as he seems to be picturing the memory. “Everly Segal. She’s one of my father’s clients’ daughters. She hated her dad, and well . . . you know how I feel about mine. We were . . .bonding.”
His eyes drop back to mine.
“Mmm, yeah. You reallybonded,” I tease. I’m not jealous. If anything, I’m curious. That was the first time I really saw anything like that, and it woke something up inside of me.
“She seemed so strong,” I say, trying to find words to articulate exactly what it was that held me captive for so long.
“She was. She is,” he corrects. “She took over her dad’s company after that. It was an ugly family break-up. Hostile takeover and all that.”
“Does she still work with your dad?” I ask, maybe a tinge of jealousy twisting my insides.
Rowan shakes his head.
“Her first executive decision was to start fresh and break ties with anyone her father worked with. I think she saw my dad for what he is.” His mouth falls into a flat line, and the longer I stare at his suddenly guarded expression, the more I think there are things about his father that he’s not fully telling me. I’m sure for good reason, too.
“What else did you like about it? Watching me?” His subtle shift back to the sexual part of the subject isn’t so subtle, and I shift my face into my arms to hide my blush as I giggle.
“I mean, it was hot,” I admit.
“Oh yeah?” His hand traces the curve of my back and rolls over my ass, his fingers sliding between my legs to feel how wet I am. It doesn’t take much with him. A thought. One visual.
A wish.
“Yeah,” I hum, turning my head just enough to look at him with one eye. My legs part slightly, giving him more access, which he takes, coating his hand with my arousal, then slipping a finger in my ass.
