Chapter 37
“Does that happen a lot?”
“Well, I mean, it’s been…hmmm…forever since I’ve had a one-night-stand,” I say, leaning into my shower to turn the hot water on for us. Rowan smacks my ass, and I yelp.
We’ve made it back to my house to clean up and order pizza. I have the day off tomorrow but I’m going to pay for staying up this late when I have to keep up with Hollie. Troy has just postponed tomorrow’s visit, so my quiet afternoon alone isn’t going to happen anymore, but regardless, I’m not ready to give Rowan up just yet. Us together, was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. At least I’ve never felt like that with anyone, before. It felt like we were made for each other.
“Brat,” he comments. “I meant your ex bringing Hollie home early or cancelling on her altogether. What’s up with that? If you want to tell me,” he adds with a shrug. He has a different air about him now than he did before. He’s calm, warm, and very affectionate. I don’t think more than two minutes have gone by since we put our clothing back on at the bar that Rowan hasn’t touched me or kissed me. I’m realizing giving in to Rowan is kind of like opening the floodgates and that one of his love languages is definitely touch.
I take a deep breath and decide to be honest with him as I grab us towels from the small closet in my bathroom.
“Troy loves Hollie, he just really has his priorities messed up. He, for some reason, seems to think his time with her is unlimited and he’s always put his job and the hospital first. It was the biggest problem in our marriage after Hollie was born.” I set the towels on the teak shelf beside my shower.
Rowan doesn’t say anything, he just nods and pulls his shirt off over his head. My mouth turns to sand and I lose my train of thought for a few seconds. The deep V that flexes as he pulls it off, the strong chest?—
“You’re staring, Vi.” He runs a hand through his wavy hair, then skims the tops of his fingers along the slight scruff that lines his jaw and smirks. He’s so naturally fucking sexy and he knows it. “Not that I mind; you can stare anytime.”
I kiss him lightly. “Whatever, I was just noticing how well your burns are healing,” I say in half- truth, pointing to his arm that is healing up nicely.
He scoffs. “Uh-huh.” Rowan’s hands slide down to my tank and pull it off of me, tossing it to the floor. “Fuck, let’s get you cleaned up so I can make another mess of you, yeah?”
He grips my ass tight with both hands and my core comes alive again. I let out an involuntary moan. Rowan chuckles.
“I love that you’re so needy. It’s the hottest fucking thing,” he says, as we climb into the shower and let the water run over both of us, before Rowan leans in to kiss me.
“To be serious for a second though, I don’t understand how he could be a father and only have those few hours a week, but then he gives them up the first chance he gets? I’m sorry that’s how it is, Vi.” His brow knots as he swipes the water through his hair. I almost don’t register his words because I can’t stop staring at his naked body in my shower.
“He’s going to regret that one day,” he adds.
I blink and regain my train of thought, letting the water warm my skin. “I don’t know how you can see that so easily, but he can’t,” I say honestly.
Rowan shrugs and looks me dead in the eye. “I just know how quickly life can change, to waste one second not spending time with the people you love is…crazy.”
His words hit close to home because I agree so completely. I watch as tiny droplets of water cascade over him, while he washes his skin and I feel my heart rate increase. It’s like I’m getting my own up close and personal firefighter pin-up show in my shower.
His eyes never leave my naked flesh. There’s already a hunger brewing there and I wonder how long we’ll make it in this shower together.
“I did my best to explain to him that Hollie’s only young once. I already have to be someone’s mother. I couldn’t be his too.” I add shampoo to my hair and Rowan turns to massage it into my scalp, then detaches the shower head to rinse it. When he’s done, he puts it back in place then pulls my loofah down from my caddy and adds some of my body wash to it.
“My turn to scrub you clean, and maybe I’ll torment you a little. When you washed me in the hospital, I ended up with the worst blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.” He chuckles, swiping my hair to the side, he begins to wash me.
“Definitely the hottest sponge bath I’ve ever given.” I smirk as he cleans my skin. I normally have a very hard time accepting help from people, but Rowan makes it easy, natural. I sigh, everything he does, every little bit of care is genuine. It makes so much sense to me why he fights fires. He’s a man of action.
“You’re a really great nurse, Vi, and a really great mother. I don’t know how you do it all. You deserve to have someone take care of you too,” he says, squeezing the puff and the last of the suds onto my back. I swallow back the lump in my throat because I’m not sure anyone has ever really said that to me before. I don’t speak as Rowan finishes washing every part of me, slowly.
My nipples are peaked and begging for his touch already. The steamy air between us fills with the scent of coconut and I do my best not to let my eyes flutter closed as he touches me, running the suds over my waist, then reaching further to the front of my thighs. Even though there is nothing erotic about his actions, any way he touches me just ignites me. Rowan leans forward to kiss me on the shoulder, the neck. It feels like nothing short of worship.
His fingers trail the valley of my breasts to the center of my navel and I shiver, partly from his touch and partly because the water is beginning to cool. His eyes follow his fingers, taking in every single part of me. I would’ve thought I’d be self-conscious being this exposed, but with Rowan I feel beautiful and strong as his hands slide over my hips.
“The curves of your body fit my hands like I was put on this earth to hold you. You’re so fucking perfect.” He drops a chaste kiss to my neck, and I break out in goosebumps.
“I used to be self-conscious about my curves,” I admit. He shakes his head and turns to shut off the faucet.
“You were self-conscious, and I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off of you.”
He steps out of the shower and grabs a big fluffy towel from the shelf and wraps it around me, then grabs one for himself, beginning to dry himself off.
Rowan runs a hand through his soaking wet hair and droplets cascade down his rippled chest.
“Keep looking at me like that, Vi, and we won’t even make it to the bedroom,” he says.
I offer him a little smile. “Of course, you would be just perfect enough to make me stare, Kingsley,” I tell him as I brush past him into my bedroom. The soft glow from my bedside lamp is our only light in my quiet space.
“Oh look, we made it,” I joke sarcastically as he grips my arm and spins me around. It almost feels choreographed as he pulls me in close. Everything about Rowan is confident and open. He didn’t even put a towel on, he just followed me—completely naked—into my room.
“Almost didn’t make it,” he says gruffly, pressing his body to mine. Goosebumps break out across my skin with just the lower tone of his voice. Rowan’s lips come down to whisper beside my ear.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me?”
“No…”
“Let me tell you.” He doesn’t break my gaze as he reaches up with the smallest flick of his wrist and unhooks the towel between my breasts. It falls to the floor and my nipples pebble when the cool air hits them.
“Just the look you get in your eyes when you focus on mine like that, makes me want to do ungodly things to you.” His knuckle ghosts my nipple, and I shudder. “Every damn time.”
“And what look is that?” I retort as Rowan’s hands slide down to my waist and grip it. I feel his warm, swelling cock pressed against me.
“The look that tells me you want me and that you don’t understand the way this thing burns between us any better than I do.”
“Is that right?” I try to sound as confident as I can, but I’m crumbling because his soft pinch of my nipple is making quick work of turning me to putty beneath his hands.
“That’s right,” he says as he bends down to kiss my lips gently. “And this look? The one that says you want me? The way your cheeks flush when I touch you?” Another kiss comes as his fingers slide downward, over my stomach then between my thighs through my already dripping slit. “That look begs me to claim you.”
My eyes flutter closed and my lips part.
“Rowan…” I whisper.
“And that ? The way you say my name when you want me?” His fingers enter me, and I bite back a moan with my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’ve waited ten years for that. It’s like my own fucking brand of kryptonite, Vi, I’d do anything for it.”
His hard, naked body presses into mine and I slide my hand down to palm his cock. Rowan groans the moment I connect and kisses me deeply as I continue to stroke over him. Feeling spontaneous and freer than I’ve ever felt, I do something I’ve wanted to since… I think always.
I drop to my knees, and grip his cock, looking up at him through my lashes.
“And now? What happens when I look at you like this?”
Rowan slinks his hand into my damp hair and grips a handful of it, before tugging tightly, I suck in a breath.
“This sight is enough to make me come undone, Vi,” he says as I lick a slow trail up the underside of his shaft. He’s so thick and so solid, just the memory of him filling me has me squeezing my thighs together to try to soothe the ache between my legs.
“ Jesus Christ,” he mutters between breaths. I watch his chest rise and fall as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“That’s not my name, Rowan,” I whisper as he tightens his grip on my hair in response, “I don’t like to share either,” I tell him. The sound he makes is almost feral but I don’t miss the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He likes it when I challenge him back.
What he doesn’t know is that when he looks at me like this? Out of control and needing me? He’s my kryptonite too, and all I want to do is please him.
Rowan’s thumb strokes my jaw and skims my bottom lip, pulling it down, then letting it bounce back into place. He groans.
“You make me feel powerless, Violette, in ways I’ve never felt with anyone else.”
Something dark and delicious begins to coil inside of me at the thought of him wanting me more than anyone else.
“Give it all to me then Rowan,” I challenge, swiping pre-cum off the head of his rigid, veiny cock then swirling my tongue against him, taking in the first couple inches. He sucks in a sharp breath and his head falls slightly back with the feeling. “Never hold back,” I tell him.
His cock pulses in my hand.
“All right then, dirty girl. Spit. ”
Wait, what?
“I …what?” I ask.
“Spit on my cock.” He commands gruffly, tugging my hair. I’ve never done anything like that before. Troy was straight silence in the bedroom for five years; in fact, no one has talked to me like this since Rowan. But my body loves it. The ache between my thighs intensifies, unprepared for the way those words hit me. I sit back on my heels, and shift, wishing for friction.
“ Now , love.” His voice is deep and commanding and it fuels my every move.
I let my body take over, spitting onto his cock and using my hand to slowly stroke him. Rowan groans in approval, his grip on my hair tightens, and I moan as he angles my head so I can take him into my mouth.
“You like the idea of pleasing me? The idea of sucking my cock the way I want?”
God, yes . I’ve never been more turned on from being on my knees in my life. I let my tongue flick his crown.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble.
He reaches down and pinches my nipple and I buckle. “Yes…” I whimper as I pop my mouth open for him, desperate.
“Good girl, then eyes up here while I fuck your throat.” His voice is gravel as he drops his rock hard cock on my tongue, sliding into my mouth slowly and keeping my eyes as he does.
I welcome him, as my pussy throbs, doing my best to take him deeply, but he’s too big and the moment he hits the back of my throat I gag. That doesn’t stop him, he just grips my hair tighter and holds himself there for a beat. The groans that leave his throat tingle right through me as my core aches to be touched. I get out of my own head and just let go, I want to be this woman with him—wild, dirty, free. He makes it feel erotic and special.
Rowan pulls his cock out to the tip and drives back into my mouth. I look up at him and the vision I see is something I’d sell my soul for. His jaw tics, and the knot between his brow is concentrated as he focuses on me.
With every move, I keep my eyes on his. They’re so dark and full of lust. I try to relax my jaw to take him deeper.
“That’s it, open up for me. Let me all the way in.”
I moan against his cock and it vibrates through him. Rowan’s growl is a savage sound as he grips my hair and I adjust my hips. I’m desperate to touch myself, desperate for him, more desperate than I’ve ever been.
I squirm, letting one hand fall on my lap and he notices right away. It’s at this point I realize he’s watching every single thing I do.
“Touch yourself, show me how wet sucking my cock makes that tight little pussy.”
I slide my hand between my thighs and let out a little whimper the moment my finger meets my aching clit.
Rowan gets himself into a rhythm, his own pleasure taking hold as he hits the back of my throat over and over, and I love it. Pre-cum and drool drip down my chin as I try to keep up.
“Fucking Christ, I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now,” he grunts out as he continues to fuck relentlessly into my mouth. I stroke with my hand what I can’t cover with my mouth as I swallow him down. Every time he hits the back of my throat I gag, but the look he gives me in return makes me want to do it again and again.
“You want to choke on my cock as much as I want you to, so be my good little slut and do it, Violette. Take it all.”
Holy shit, why are these degrading words so fucking hot?
I take him deeper. My gagging and sputtering only makes him harder, makes his groans more frequent.
“Mmm…I knew these lips were made for me.” He thrusts in again, and I feel him stiffen even more. “I want you to swallow everything I’m about to give you, understand?”
I look up at him and nod with his cock in my mouth and he completely loses control, groaning my name as warmth fills my throat. I swallow down his cum as his cock jerks in my hand. He pulls himself from my mouth and hot ropes of cum jut out onto my lips and my neck.
I lick my lips as he uses his thumb to swipe his cum back into my mouth. I dutifully suck it off, grazing him with my teeth as I go.
Rowan stares down at me, catching his breath for all of five seconds before he’s pulling me up by my elbows and kissing me deeply. He still feels hard and ready as he crushes himself to me. I am completely on fire for him.
He shocks me by letting me go and moving to my bed. He lies back against my pillows, extending one muscular arm behind his head.
His gaze moves over me as I stand before him, naked and desperate. I have no idea what he’s going to do but, my God, he looks good in the middle of my bed. Rowan smirks at me, an easy smirk of a man who has all the time in the world. He taps his lips twice.
“I’m hungry.”
Christ almighty.
I stalk toward him. “If I must,” I say with a small smile, which makes him chuckle as I crawl to him on my bed. He helps pull me up so his tongue can meet my dripping pussy with a light flick over my clit.
“Grab the headboard tight. And Violette, sit . I got interrupted last time and I’m ready to fucking drown in this pussy.”