Page 46 of The Player (Close Quarters 5)

“Please, Ro. I’m dying.”

Ro.

Like we’re more than two people hot for one another. Like we’re two people with a history. Like we matter to one another.

Like he’s mine.

“You’re not dying.” He nuzzles me, more than happy to make me squirm.

“I need to come,” I whimper.

Running his hands up and down my thighs, he parts me farther. My pleas turn into a low groan of surrender as he draws my clit between his lips, focusing on that one sensitive spot until my shudders intensify. My thighs tremble against his cheek and when the moment of release hits, I scrape my nails against his scalp.

So good.

“I could listen to you come forever,” he says against my thigh. His lips brush my skin with each word in a way that’s gentle and yet...bold. Possessive.

“Then get up here and maybe I’ll let you hear it again.” I can’t wipe the stupid grin from my face. Being with Rowan makes me feel good in a way I never knew existed. It makes me feel...whole. “If you can manage it a second time.”

“Don’t challenge me, Em.”

He stands, hands coming to his belt. I watch, mesmerised, as he yanks the buckle open and then pops the button on his fly. He takes his time, giving me a show. Making me wait. When he reaches into his jocks and wraps a fist around his cock, squeezing it and drawing the moment of anticipation out even longer, I almost groan.

“You’re such a bloody tease.” I prop myself up and watch. “Come on, show me.”

He pulls his cock out and it juts forward, long and thick and hard. Watching him stroke himself makes me pulse like I didn’t just come two seconds ago. He handles himself with confidence. He’s wearing that cocky grin I love so much, like he enjoys torturing me.

“Ready?” he asks.

“I was ready five minutes ago,” I tease. “Get with the program.”

“You’re only tempting me to drag this out,” he says, pleasuring himself in long smooth strokes. “Bad girls don’t get the D.”

The line is so overtly cheesy, so clearly designed to amuse me, that I throw my head back and laugh. “Please, like you’re going to get up and walk out of here without getting what you want. That’s an empty threat if I ever heard one.”

He strips off the rest of his clothes and then grabs me, hoisting me up and carrying me to the bedroom. My mouth is on his the whole time and we crash into the door frame before making it to the bed, laughing and grabbing for one another. I grope blindly for the drawer next to my bed and fish out a condom.

“There’s no resisting you,” he says as he tears the foil packet in half and slides the condom down his length. “No way in hell.”

He kneels between my legs, rubbing his hands over my body. But I don’t want to wait. Not anymore. There’s only one thing I want now and that’s to melt in his arms.

“Fuck me, Rowan.” I loop my arms around his neck. “I need you.”

He slides into me so smooth and so deep it steals my breath. His hard body presses mine into the bed and it’s like coming home. Like being saved.

Like starting over.

“Em.” He moans my name, face pressed against my neck. “I need you, too.”

The pressure builds as he thrusts into me, clutching at me like I’m his last tether to earth. I hold his face, kissing him, showing him how I feel because I don’t have the words. Because I’m too scared to say it aloud.

I care about you.

“Rowan,” I gasp. “Oh, God, I’m so close. I’m—”

My body shakes as I splinter, and holds me in a way that makes me feel like a woman born anew. Then he follows me over. The pulsating rhythm of his orgasm is too much, and a moment later I shudder, rolling from one orgasm to the next and claiming his mouth once more.

“I need you,” I whisper the words again before I can stop them and they echo in the empty room, a reminder that I’ve gotten too close. Too vulnerable.

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