Chapter Fourteen #3
At that very first taste, Evie broke eye contact, squeezing her eyes shut and groaning loudly as she pushed her head back into the pillow.
Rowan felt a hand in her hair as she feasted on the woman beneath her, tasting the salty sweetness of her.
She grasped Evie’s hips and held them as she worked, listening to her sounds, feeling her movements, reading just what she needed.
Not a lot had changed, and while Rowan absently thought it might’ve been fun to have to learn Evie’s body all over again, a bigger part of her was glad this was all still retrievable in her memory—that Evie liked more pressure here, but a little less there, and if she did that swirly thing with her tongue right about there, she could get her to lift her hips right off the bed.
She took her time, tasting and enjoying her, drawing out Evie’s pleasure, until she heard that first whispered “Please” from Evie. Rowan smiled against wet flesh.
“Please what?” she asked, then blew a light stream of air over Evie’s heated center, which made her moan quietly.
“Please, Rowan. I can’t take anymore.” Evie lifted her head and met Rowan’s gaze.
“What do you want?” Rowan asked, grinning. “Tell me.”
“I want to come.” Evie’s eyes never left hers. “Please? Please.”
Without another word, Rowan lowered her mouth once again.
She’d been purposely avoiding Evie’s clit for the past several moments, but now she ran the flat of her tongue right over it, and Evie’s entire body stiffened.
Her hips shot up and the strangled cry of ecstasy that came from her throat sent a rush of wetness to Rowan’s underwear so intense, it surprised her.
She gripped Evie’s hips tightly, holding on as best she could as Evie’s orgasm tore through her, the hand in Rowan’s hair tightening painfully, but Rowan didn’t care.
The pain was exquisite, and she continued to stroke with her tongue and her lips until Evie’s hips slowly lowered to the bed and she bent one leg up.
With a tug of Rowan’s hair, she whispered, “Okay,” and followed that with a tiny chuckle of clear joy as she covered her face with her hands. “Stop.”
Rowan obeyed, laying her cheek against Evie’s thigh, hands still on her hips, and watched as she came down. The rising and falling of her breasts gradually slowed. She straightened her bent legs. Her arms dropped to the bed like branches falling from a tree, and she blew out a long, slow breath.
“Jesus Christ,” she said quietly. “I forgot how good we are together.”
“Well, I’m happy to have reminded you. Luckily, that’s one thing I have not forgotten.”
Their gazes held for a moment before Evie whispered, “Come here.”
Rowan pushed to her hands and knees and began to crawl up Evie’s body. She only got so far before Evie’s fingers found her sopping wet center.
“Oh my God,” Evie said softly, dark eyes going wide.
Rowan grinned and lifted one shoulder. “Your fault.”
“I accept all responsibility,” Evie said, moving her fingers and sending little shockwaves through Rowan’s body.
She caught her breath and pushed up to her knees as Evie stroked her, undulating her hips to Evie’s rhythm.
Evie bent her own legs, lifting her knees so Rowan had something to brace herself on, and she did.
A hand on each of Evie’s knees allowed her to move more freely, and when Evie slid inside her, a cry was pulled from her throat.
God, this wasn’t going to take long at all.
She knew that, and no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her orgasm ripped through her body as she rode Evie’s hand.
She knew Evie was watching her, taking it all in from where she lay beneath Rowan, but she couldn’t maintain eye contact with her.
She threw her head back and let go of a cry she didn’t recall herself ever making before, one born of the ultimate pleasure given by somebody she loved.
Somebody she loved.
No, that wasn’t a surprise. At all. But admitting it so freely, even in her own mind, was a big fucking deal, and she let it sink in, let it absorb, even as she slowly came down from her climax, Evie’s fingers still inside her, Evie’s thumb still slowly working her clit, until she grabbed Evie’s wrist and stopped her movements.
Her entire body throbbed, like she was simply one, giant, beating heart, and she slowly leaned forward until she was braced on her hands above Evie.
Evie, who was smiling up at her like she had a secret.
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Rowan’s. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Rowan smiled down at her, wanting to say so many, many things, while also wanting to say nothing.
She opted for the latter as she stretched her body out alongside Evie’s, her head cradled on Evie’s shoulder.
Evie pulled a blanket up and around them, and it occurred to Rowan that if she were to die in her sleep right then, that night, she’d have absolutely zero regrets.
I love you…
She wasn’t sure if she’d said it out loud, if she’d heard it uttered by Evie, or if it was simply a thought in her head, but she had no time to wonder as sleep pulled her down into its warm, cozy depths, and Evie’s arm tightened around her.