Page 46 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
I get the blanket from his bedside and put it over his body. He sinks more into the mattress, and I sit down next to him and move the hair from his forehead. I stroke his cheek and then his jaw. His eyes flutter but he doesn't wake up.
While sleeping, he looks so calm and relaxed. He doesn't have a constant glare on his face, and he looks less tense.
It's so intimate to see him sleeping.
I kiss his forehead before standing up and leaving his room, closing the door softly.
Twenty Three
Jane
The soundof things falling to the ground and grunting wake me up. I sit up in the bed and put my hair behind my ears as I try to hear what is happening.
Another thing falls to the floor with a loud thud and then I hear a curse.
What the fuck?
I get up from the bed and walk out of my room. I look over the staircase, but I don't see anything downstairs. I hear another grunt which makes me look at where it came from.
Rowan's room.
I hesitantly walk towards his room and when I am in front of his door, I open it slowly. When the door is wide enough for me to slip in. I look towards his bed and it's empty. The light from the bathroom peeks through the bathroom door.
I walk towards the bathroom door and open it only to see Rowan sitting on the toilet, trying to clean his wound.
"Rowan, what are you doing?" I ask as I walk closer to him.
"What does it fucking look like, fawn?" he groans as he wipes the blood off one area of the wound.
"You're not supposed to be messing with it." I take a step closer to him but since he doesn't spread his legs for me to walk in between them I almost have to straddle him as I take his hands away from his wound.
"I am trying to rewrap it, calm down." Rowan looks up at me.
He looks much better than a couple of hours ago. His face has his natural skin color instead of a pale shade. His eyes don't look like they are about to shut as he talks to me.
And he is back to being a smartass.
"Well now I need to fix the bandage," I say as I lean down to see what he did. He just took the bandage off and then tried to clean the dried blood from the wound.
"You don't need to fix anything I got it," Rowan says in a husky voice. As I hover his lap I swear I can feel the bulge beneath the seam of his pants. I try not to blush as I look at what he did. "Jane," he says in a warning tone.
"Don't worry I'll fix it," I argue.
But all of a sudden Rowan pushes me down by my waist making me sit on his lap and feeleverything.
My eyes collide with his and I swear both of our breathing starts to pick up as I feel the heat of his bulge against me.
"You going to fix that too, fawn?" Rowan tilts his head and looks up at me. I look down at where our bottoms are touching, and I swear Rowan tightens his grip on my waist and he lets out an uneven breath. I feel my heart fall to the pit of my stomach and now I feel the pulse everywhere. I can feel his hot breath touching my skineverywhere. I lick my bottom lip before nipping at it, feeling the ache between my legs start to form. I put my hands on his chest at the same time Rowan takes my chin with his fingers and moves my head so I can look at him. "Look at me," he says, which makes me make eye contact with him. "You feel that?" Rowan asks which makes me nod my head slowly. "You going to do something to fix it?" Rowan asks in a deep, sensual voice.
I don't answer him, instead I lean closer which makes him smash his lips into mine. At that moment I forget about everything and everyone except for him and the feeling he is giving me.
He keeps his mouth pressed against mine with one hand on my jaw and the other on my waist while my hand rests on his shoulders. He sticks his tongue out to lick my bottom lip, kissing more passionately in a way no one else could ever compare.
Rowan starts to trail his kisses to the corner of my mouth, cheek, and jawline, playfully going to bite my earlobe and then going down my neck making me rest my head to the side so he can have more access.
"Fucking ruined, fawn. So ruined by you," Rowan huskily says as he kisses and sucks.
I start to rock my hips into him and sigh, feeling pleasure spread through my legs. Rowan moves his hand from my waist onto my thigh, spreading it a little to make me feel more of him.
