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His tongue slides into my mouth and he cradles my head so I have no option but to submit. It’s glorious, being claimed by a man who knows what he’s doing. One hand is tugging down the strap of my singlet top, revealing my breast. Then his palm connects, skin to skin. I groan into him. It feels like fire and ice, shocking and wonderful. His thumb strums my nipple and I curl my fists into his hair, hanging on for dear life.

He hoists me up, sitting me on the back of the couch and nudging my knees apart so he can stand between my legs.God, yes.The insistent press of him makes stars dance in my vision. His erection rubs against where I’m already swollen and wanting, already desperate. Ready. His hips jerk against me as we kiss. It’s almost rough. Primal, and visceral, and operating on pure instinct.

He tears at the other side of my top, yanking the strap down until the fabric pools at my waist. I’m naked on top and my nipples bead intensely. The feeling borders on unbearable. Perfectly unbearable. Sweet relief comes when he takes one in his mouth, bringing me straight to the edge of mind-numbing pleasure with a speed that’s both terrifying and perfect. He knows exactly how to ride the line of hardness and softness in a way that drives me wild.

If I’m going to do this—if I’m going to make this mistake—I want it to be worth it. I want it to leave me panting, and spent, and satisfied enough that I’ll live on the shock waves for months. I fist my hands in his hair, holding his head in place so that his lips scorch a trail from one breast to the other.

Burn me, Rowan. I’m ready.

CHAPTER TEN

Rowan

HOWTHEHELLdid I get here? Emery is propped on the back of the couch, legs spread, tits bare, looking better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Her blue hair tumbles down and her head tilts back, thrusting her breast into my mouth while she clings to me.

“Careful you don’t fall,” I say, nuzzling her. “I don’t want tonight to end in the emergency room.”

She lets out this low throaty chuckle that is like liquid sex. “That would make for quite a memory.”

“Better safe than sorry.” I pull her down from the back of the couch and wedge her there with my hips. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to burst any second now. That feeling only gets more insistent when Emery slides a hand between us, right down into my pyjama bottoms, and wraps her fingers around me.

I curse under my breath as she works her fist up and down my length, her lips eagerly seeking mine. All those taunts I made earlier about her not being comfortable with sex—complete bullshit. I’ve never been more wrong in all my life.

“I hope you’ve got condoms,” I say, yanking her hair back so I can kiss her more deeply. Our words are punctuated with touches, sighs and the swipes of our tongues. “Do you?”

“Didn’t come prepared, huh? I figured you weren’t a boy scout.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, I do.” She places both hands on my chest and shoves me back before disappearing into her bedroom. I contemplate flicking one of the lights on, so I can see this in all its glory, but I don’t want to scare her away.

Emery might be hotter than fire, but I’ve seen how quickly she can run cold and I am not doinganythingto risk this night coming up short.

But my fears are abated when she returns from her room, a condom already unwrapped. “Want me to do the honours?”

I nod. She pulls my pants down over my hips, freeing me. I step out of the fabric and kick it to one side. Squeezing the tip of the condom, she places it over the head of my cock and begins to roll it down, millimetre by millimetre. The action is careful and so freaking hot I wonder why this is the first time I’ve ever considered protection part of the foreplay.

“We need to get rid of all this.” I reach for the bunched-up pyjama top and hoist it over her head. Then I lower myself to my knees and drag the little shorts down her hips, taking her underwear with it.

But I don’t rise back up immediately. Her hand toys with my hair as she stands, naked, like a gift from the heavens.

I brace my hands on her inner thighs, and my thumbs delicately circle against her skin. “Stand wider, Em. Let me see you.”

With a shaking breath, she complies, widening her stance so I can get a better glimpse of her sweet sex. I press a chaste kiss to the apex of her thighs and she shudders against my lips. The smell of her, already earthy and sweet from when she’d been touching herself, is like a drug.

I flick my tongue over her clit, dragging a moan from deep inside her. She leans back to brace herself against the back of the couch as I suck on her. Her fingers search my head and find purchase there. She tastes so good. The way she thrusts her hips in time with the rhythm of my tongue is everything. I don’t want to keep her waiting. I suck on her clit and flick my tongue faster and faster, making her writhe against me.

“Rowan,” she gasps, her body bowing. “That’s so good.”

“How good? Show me.”

She tightens her grip on my hair, raking her nails over my scalp. As she rolls her hips, grinding herself against my face, the tremors start. I slide my hand between her legs, fingers searching the slickness of her sex until I find her entrance.

“Oh, my... Yes!” she pants.

I slide one finger inside her, then two. I feel her muscles pulse around me, fluttering with the build-up right until she crashes over the edge and comes, her knees all but buckling.

“Wow.” She pulls me to my feet and plants her mouth right over mine, which is about the hottest thing in the world. No doubt her taste will be all over my tongue.

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