Page 66 of Late Nights & Love Lines
I inch forward. “I won’t lie, Rowan. The idea of never seeing a mini-you is fucking heartbreaking, but it’s not a dealbreaker. And more importantly, you’re not broken.”
You’re mine.It’s a roar made in silence, but I’m not sure either of us are ready for those declarations yet, so I bite my tongue until I taste copper to keep it inside.
It might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and that’s what tells me I’m in for one hell of a bumpy ride to happiness with this woman.
She turns her face toward me with questions swirling in her soulful brown eyes.
“You’re not broken, you’re just you. Perfection,” I murmur. Silence passes as she stares at me, lust and anxiety vying fordominance in her gaze. I hate the worry she attempts to hide, but it’s always there, lurking beneath her surface.
“Do you want me?” I ask, closing the space between us, ready to pull away at a moment’s notice. “Do you want me bare and buried so deep inside you that you’ll be thankful your tubes are tied because when I paint you with my seed, it’ll reach the deepest recesses of your womb?” Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips. “Do you, Rowan Ellis, want me to make you come on my cock so hard that when you spasm around me, I’ll leave a cock-sized imprint on your walls?”
“Jesus,” she pants.
“Mm,” I hum. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, Peach. Your body doesn’t lie.”
I grab the back of her neck and hold her forehead to mine. My grip is unyielding, but not enough to bruise, and she relaxes into my touch. We share air and secrets without speaking a word.
My lips tick up into a half smile. “Do you want that? Do you want me inside you, Peach?”
“More than my next breath.”
That’s all it takes. The leash holding me back snaps, and I press her body into the sand.
16
TODAYS AND TOMORROWS AND BROKEN HUGGERS
ROWAN
Sebastian’s body weight sinks onto me, pressing me deeper into the blanket on the sand, and the noise that always fills my mind becomes silent.
Gone are the voices telling me to run.
Gone are the memories reminding me why I can’t stay.
Gone are the fears of what will happen if I care too much.
It’s just…quiet.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sounds of life that are normally drowned out by my fears. The ocean licks the shore, and far off, the tree branches whisper in the breeze. These are the sounds of freedom.
“I think I’ve been waiting for you my entire life,” Sebastian vows, and I open my eyes to stare at him.
His cock rubs torturously slowly along my seam, pausing to pump against my clit. It’s not nearly enough friction to get me off, only enough to keep me on edge.
He’s in control here. I wait for the panic to come, but it never does. My body submits to him as though it was always meant to be his.
What the heck did he do to me? Even on my own, I’ve never experienced an orgasm like the one he just gave me.
I actually blacked out.
“Please,” I sigh when the blunt head of his dick presses against my entrance. He lifts his weight off me, and we both look down at where we connect.
He’s big. Thick and long and veiny. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this porn-sized cock.
I’m not naïve—I know he’ll fit inside me because even if I don’t repeat his words, my body understands that I’ve waited my entire life for this moment and God wouldn’t be so cruel.
His head slips inside, a physical representation of the connection our souls innately understand, and I memorize how Sebastian’s body tenses. The muscles in his neck cord with the strain of holding back until he hooks one of my knees over his arm and he sinks in deeper.
