Chapter 20
Rowan
There’s so much confidence packed in those two words, I’m near begging him to show me, when he reaches back and turns on the shower. “Getting you out of these wet clothes so I can help wash the dirty off you. Sound good?”
I nod, but honestly, the way he’s looking at me, there’s such filthy intent in his eyes, I’m not sure an hour in the shower would put a dent in it.
Once I’m freed from the wet denim confines, I unsnap my bra. It’s just a plain cotton thing with little yellow flowers printed on it, but Jason stops me before I take it off.
“Jesus, Rowan. Just… just give me a minute to look at you.” Only he’s not just looking. Those thick, callused fingers are tracing the contours of my body in a feather-light touch that follows the path of fire his eyes are leaving in their wake.
Slowly he slips the cups of my bra from my breasts before leaning in to cover the exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses that have me bowing back and knotting my fingers in his hair as he hums against me.
My panties are next. There’s more of that deep staring at the plainest cotton bikinis that ever existed. And then that reverent touch, as he skims along the top edge to the waist. Another kiss and slow wet tonguing of my navel that I feel deep inside.
The stubble-rough of his jaw nuzzles low against the softness of my belly as his hands mold my hips before continuing in another finger-splayed press across my ass.
“Perfect,” he groans, somehow encompassing satisfaction and unmet need at the same time. “Didn’t think it was possible, but your ass is even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve been thinking about my ass?”
His huffed laugh is my answer, followed by a firm knead. “You don’t want to know.”
My core clenches hard as liquid heat spills free. “Deciding what I want for me again?” I tease, breathless. “Thought we were past that.”
He pulls back to show me the dirty promise in his eyes.
“You really want to know what I imagined doing to your perfect ass, Rowan?” he asks darkly, pressing his fingers lightly but purposefully through my panties between my cheeks.
I open my mouth but can’t speak past the grip of arousal tightening low inside me.
“Don’t know if I can handle it if you say yes.” His fingers drift lower, sliding between my legs.
I know the instant he feels it. I’m drenched.
One heavy brow lifts before collapsing into the other, almost like he’s in pain.
“Oh fuck, I can feel it through your panties.” Stroking over the sodden panel, he shakes his head. “You going to let me have all this?”
Let? I’m about to beg. “Yes.”
He peels them down, nostrils flaring as I step free of them. His eyes stop at the scrape atop my thigh. The bandage is small, and the red skin peeks out from either side. But if I hadn’t seen him look at it, I would have forgotten it was there.
Steam from the running shower swirls in the warming air between us. The sound of the spray against the tiles drowns out the rain pelting the window and the waves beyond.
Jason smooths his hand around my leg, guiding me to raise it until my foot is planted on his denim-covered thigh. I’m exposed to him in a way I have never been with anyone. Never wanted to be.
Lowering his head to a stretch of skin just beneath my wound, he drops a light kiss. Then another above it.
Chills pebble my skin as something needy twists hot inside me. “Jason,” I whisper. “Please.”
Jason
It’s my name on her lips, followed by that breathless plea that does it.
My restraint snaps, and I’m on my feet, lifting her into the shower and following her in.
She gasps, muttering something about my jeans before I’m on my knees in front of her. I kiss her hip, her navel. That delicate skin so close to where I need to be.
Holding her steady, I kiss where she’s slippery and wet for me in a way that has nothing to do with the warm shower water sluicing down the curves and contours of her body.
Her fingers sift into my hair, tender and gentle at first… Then gripping tight when I can’t get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her sweet body pulsing for me, her fractured cries when I make her come.
It’s not enough. That’s what I’m thinking as I push to my feet, my jeans stuck to my thighs and my dick so hard the head is two inches above the open top button.
Rowan is leaning against the tile, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and fringed dark with droplets clinging at the edges.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter, rubbing my hand over the ache in my chest and then slicking my sopping hair back from my face.
This isn’t enough. I know it has to be. Christ, I agreed to what she asked for, and more than that, I understand why it’s all she wants.
But it’s not enough.
Hell, being able to bury my face between her legs every day for the rest of my life might not be.
“Jason?” Her hand traces a lazy path up her belly and over the beaded tip of her breast.
I’m half hoping she asks me to eat her again right now.
Instead, she bites the corner of her lip and hooks a finger in the straining denim at my hips. Brushing her thumb over the head of my cock, she blinks up at me with a coy smile… “You going to let me have all this?”
I huff a laugh, again wondering how it’s possible amid this kind of heat and intensity.
But then I’m pulling her into my arms, kissing her beneath the heated spray.
Murmuring promises about giving her everything I have, I send a silent thank you to the universe for the unopened box of condoms in my bag and lift her out of the shower.
Rowan
Jason’s jeans hit the floor in a wet heap, and then he’s taking the bath sheet I just grabbed from the hook and wrapping me in it before crouching low to carefully dry my legs.
“So you don’t fall.” This said as he completely negates the justification by snaking an arm beneath my butt and standing, bringing me up with him so my boobs end up about eye level. “I’m a careful guy.”
“Is that right?” I laugh, running my fingers through the damp strands of his hair. This man is beautiful.
“With you, I am.”
It could be a line. It could.
Just some verbal foreplay.
But the way he looks at me while he says it? The way his eyes don’t leave mine as he walks us down the hall to his bedroom and then lays me gently on his bed?
I don’t think so.
Pulling him down with me, we come together with an ease I don’t expect. A sense of familiarity and rightness. Like we fit. Like beneath the newness of being together this way, there is something not new at all.
Like this is how we belong.
It’s crazy.
First, because this kind of thinking is the last thing I want or need, especially as it applies to Jason Stanvic. And second, because this is the only time in my life I’ve felt anything even close to this whirling physical-emotional intimacy and connection.
And third, because I don’t even care how crazy it might be.
I just want it.
Once.
And so I give in, greedily getting lost in his kiss. His touch. The reverent way he seems to want to explore each and every inch of me.
The way he gives his body over to me to do the same.
And when we can’t wait anymore, when the needy ache inside me is at the brink of too much, we roll together so he’s settled between my legs, braced above me.
His powerful arms are flexed at my sides, shoulders broad above me as he rocks against me in a tease that has us both at the edge… but he won’t go beyond.
“Inside me, Jason,” I whisper, understanding that this man would wait forever if I didn’t say the words.
He groans, dropping his head between his sculpted shoulders for a single beat before notching himself at my opening and slowly pressing in, giving me just enough— God.
Just enough for my breath to catch and my eyes to flare wide.
He’s big.
I knew it. I’ve seen him. Had my hands on him. And briefly, until he made this helplessly guttural sound and stopped me, my mouth.
I knew he was bigger than either of the men I’ve been with before.
But even as ready for him as I am, the stretch of those first inches is a shock.
“Okay?” he asks, drawing back and then ever so slowly, pushing forward only as far as he already has.
I nod as he follows the same retreat and advance pattern again and again, every few passes taking that much more. “So tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Not hurting me… Want you.”
Pressure, delicious and rich, builds as he gives me more, growling my name, telling me how perfect I am, how he’s dying to feel me come around him.
And I’m making nonsensical noises of agreement and awe, my body starting to clench as he works his way deep, deeper.
Until he’s so deep inside me that his groin meets the spread of my sex in a kiss that has me spasming hard.
“Oh God.” I can feel him everywhere, can barely breathe through the intensity of pleasure. Nothing could feel better than this.
But then he rocks into that place straining at the limit of what my body can give him, and the sensation is too good, too much, too— “Jason!”
“You like that, Rowan?” He pulls back, the heavy weight of him dragging against my sensitive flesh, making me shake and tremble. “Tell me, beautiful. Need to hear it.”
“Feel so good.” I grip his massive shoulders, his arms, his sides as he sinks full length again, building on that too-full sensation I’m already addicted to. “Like that.”
My breath is coming in ragged pants, my heart is pounding, my skin is sensitive everywhere.
Another body-wracking spasm rips through me.
Our eyes meet, holding the contact through another measured thrust.
And in that moment, I think maybe this is about more than—
No.
I can’t think like that. I shouldn’t want anything beyond this perfect, beautiful escape. I don’t.
All I want is this.
Jason giving me his body, taking me closer with every soul-shattering thrust.