Chapter 33 Rowe
Rowe
We crash inside the house, kicking shoes off, unbuttoning shirts. Me unbuttoning his, actually—the few buttons that it has. I push Pane’s shirt up over his neck, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to yank it off and toss it onto the floor.
My God, his body. His abs are so hard, and they quiver when I run a finger down them.
He grabs my hand and says through a kiss, “No tickling.”
“Is that your weakness?” I joke. “The thing that will bring down the great Pane Maddox?”
“There is nothing that will bring me down.”
The confidence in this one is dizzying.
Pane moves to kick the front door shut with his foot, but I hear a small stampede making their way up the steps. “Wait.”
I break the kiss and look through the doorway to find all the piggies are out of the fence. What in the world?
A tree branch waves to me.
Of course it does.
The piggies race to the front door. Their faces practically glow with glee. Finally! I’m sure they’re thinking. They’re letting us in.
They spill into the foyer, sliding on their butts and bumping into one another.
Pane takes one look at them. One look at me. “Screw it.” He plants a breathy kiss on my lips. “They can stay in the house tonight.”
When they’re all inside, then he kicks the door shut.
The house shudders briefly, and I notice that no vines sprout up from under the floorboards. No windows are opened by branches.
The house is eerily quiet, as if it’s holding its breath in anticipation of what comes next.
“You sure about the piggies?” I tease a few of the dark hairs sprouting on his chest with my finger. “This is breaking one of your rules.”
“I’m pretty sure you and I are about to break every single rule we never made,” he murmurs in my hair.
Fair enough.
He carries me upstairs as if I weigh nothing more than a feather, enters my bedroom, kicks that door shut, too, and places me on the bed so that I’m sitting on the edge of it. Moonlight spears the blinds, illuminating both of us. He kneels between my legs and kisses me until I’m moaning.
He chuckles into my mouth. “That good, huh?”
I entwine my arms around his neck. “You are the best kisser.”
He is. I could dive into one of his kisses and live there forever. Pane smiles, and in my chest, a thousand butterflies take flight.
He rubs the back of his hand against my cheek, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle. I catch his hand and lift it to my lips, kissing each red knuckle.
“You didn’t have to punch Luke.”
He frowns. “Yes, I did, and tomorrow I’m calling the police. They are going to pay for the damages.”
“You told them not to call.”
He winks. “Because I hoped that we’d be busy tonight.”
I toss my head back and laugh. “You are so bad.”
“Which is why you want me,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Which is why I want you.” I pull back. “But if you call the police, then they’ll report that you assaulted Luke.”
Pane shrugs. “I don’t care. I’ve got money and lawyers. No charges will stick.”
“You are terrible.”
“No, I’m not, or else you wouldn’t be here,” he whispers between kisses.
He’s right about that. This feeling, what’s buried deep inside me, is pushing to get out. It’s not just that Pane is crazy sexy and I want him.
This is so much more than that. I can feel my heart when he’s around, something I haven’t experienced in years. I never want this feeling to end, and I know it’s right. Pane is right for me. No matter how wrong we are on paper, we are so right together.
He kisses me again, deeply, and I melt.
When we part, Pane brushes my hair off my neck. “I meant what I said. This isn’t just a project, and I’m not going to walk away from you in a few weeks.”
I talk past the lump that’s threatening to squeeze my throat shut. “I know.”
Once the words are out of my mouth, my body can breathe. My throat opens and my lungs fill with air. Just saying the words makes me realize they’re true.
They are so true, and I believe him.
He sits back and glides his hands up my legs to grab me by the hips and tug me to the edge of the bed.
My hands make their way down his naked chest, reveling in the feel of every dip and valley of his muscles—of which there are many.
It would be stupid not to admire him. So I take my time with his flesh, running my fingers over his freckled shoulders, down the dark hairs that lightly coat the center of his chest, all the way down to his abs. His stomach flutters when I touch him.
“No tickling,” he warns again.
“Now you asked for it.”
I tickle him once before both my hands are in one of his and are being held hostage over my head. To even the playing field, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me.
Pane’s erection is hard against his jeans, straining the fabric. He’s pressed against the throbbing spot between my legs. All of me wants him.
I wiggle my hands out of his hold and pull him tight, until there’s no space between us.
I grind against him like a horny rabbit. My body has no shame when it comes to just how much it wants this man, and wants him to know it.
I’m on fire for Pane. Every piece of me wants him. My girlie parts are swollen with need, and my panties are soaked.
The dry humping—or desert-cameling, as Cristina and I jokingly referred to it in high school—is intense. Do not underestimate how close a good old desert-cameling can bring you to the brink of orgasm.
“I’m going to explode if we keep this up,” he croaks.
His eyes are lusty, his pupils obliterated. I scoot back on the bed and he glances up. “I like your bedroom. It smells like you—wildflowers.”
“And sunshine,” I joke.
He crawls over to me and I start unbuttoning my shirt, but he takes my hand.
“I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to savor every moment,” Pane growls.
I think I just got pregnant.
He pulls me up until we’re both on our knees atop the mattress. As he nuzzles his way down my neck, the stubble on his face scraping against my skin, his fingers easily slide the buttons on my shirt from their holes.
Pane peels the shirt off, leaving me bare except for my bra. He brushes his lips over my exposed shoulder and slips a finger under one strap. “Your bra is yellow like the sun.”
His amusement amuses me. “Maybe I was hoping you’d see it.”
Pane palms the satiny fabric, and my nipples ache, dying for his touch. He grins sheepishly. “I approve.”
A giggle erupts in my throat as he eases me back onto the bed, takes the bra’s front clasp between his teeth, and unlocks it.
My jaw drops as my bra pops open, exposing my breasts. “I’ve been dying to taste them,” he murmurs before pulling a nipple into his mouth. I arch my back in pleasure, relishing the feel of his tongue rolling over my pebbled skin.
When he drops that breast and sucks the other nipple into his mouth, a groan escapes my lips. “Pane. You can suck harder.”
He laughs onto my flesh. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
He tenderly bites my nipple, sending a wave of pleasure rolling over me. I tangle my fingers in his hair and whisper, “Pane.”
“Say my name. Moan it. That’s what I want to hear.” He kisses his way down my stomach to the button on my jeans, which he takes in his teeth and undoes with his mouth.
I’m so wet that my panties are drenched. This man. He is the hottest thing ever. “That’s a neat trick.”
“I thought you’d think so. I’ve been saving it for you.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He sits up and I slip out of my bra and undo his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it onto the floor. The outline of his cock is huge, and I swallow, desperate to see what he looks like.
I start to unbutton his jeans, but he stops me with a kiss. He slips a hand up my neck and into my hair, crushing me against him. Pane’s gentle, but demanding, exactly how I would picture him in bed.
When we part, he murmurs, “You first.”
“Okay,” I whisper breathlessly. Whatever you say. My brain has up and left the building.
He gently lays me back on my pillows, and he tugs my jeans off.
The fact that he doesn’t use his teeth is a bit disappointing until once they’re off and he slips his lips around the string that connects the front and back of my panties.
He tugs one side down with his lips and curls his fingers around the other side, pulling.
Once they’re off, he climbs on top of me, kissing me deeply as his fingers dip between my legs. He teases my clit, and I gasp.
I grab his face and pull him harder into the kiss. My body’s on fire. I’m aching, throbbing, and all I want is relief.
I thrust against his finger and he chuckles, “Patience, beautiful Sunbeam.”
My heart lodges in my throat. He thinks I’m beautiful?
He kisses his way down my body, taking his time to pull my nipples into his mouth and gently bite them.
Then he settles himself between my legs. “I’ve been waiting a long time to taste you.”
I’m nearly undone.
He eases a finger inside me, and my walls clench around him, hard. He takes my clit in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the bead. A staggered breath escapes me.
“Tell me what you like,” he purrs.
My brain is fogged up from all the hormones. “Huh?”
“Tell me what will make you come.”
“Oh, um . . .”
“You know what you like, Sunbeam. I have confidence in you. Tell me.”
“Okay.” It takes a minute for me to verbalize leading him through the motions and trying to remember that he’s not a vibrator, but I instruct him.
“Use two fingers,” I say.
He slowly works another finger into me, pumping as he feverishly licks my clit. Pressure builds down below. I’m thinking too much. Worried too much about tomorrow. About the fact that he’ll be leaving. The pressure begins to fall.
“Stop thinking,” he growls, “and feel. I’m not going anywhere.”
How does he know what I’m thinking? I relax and whisper, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He does until the pressure builds again. My walls clench, and when I’m shattered into a gazillion pieces, I cry out his name, floating on the high of the orgasm until I’m brought back to earth.
“That’s my Sunbeam,” he whispers, kissing my crazy-sensitive clit before he rises onto his knees and pushes off his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free and I lick my lips.
Oh my God. It is the most beautiful, massive thing I’ve ever seen. Pane is built like a god. Chest hair sprinkles his pecs, his abs are too many to count, and it all leads down to a tapered waist and one glorious cock.
I’m so spent. All I can do is stare hungrily as he swipes moisture off the head and pumps his hand down the shaft.
I touch him, running a finger down the silky body. Pane drops his head back and moans.
When I move to take him in my hand, Pane stops me. “Tonight is all about you. We can focus on me later, in an hour at our next go round. But I’m so full, all I want is you.”
My throat goes dry. No one’s ever said that to me. The attention is embarrassing, so my instinct is to drop my head.
Pane hooks a finger under my chin and lifts my face until I’m looking at him. “I want you to feel more pleasure tonight than you ever have before.”
“I already have.”
“We’re just getting started.”
We kiss, and I tug him down on top of me, relishing the pleasure of his weight as his body lines up with mine. Parts of my brain fire off every crazy thought possible.
I can’t believe Pane Maddox is making love to me. I can’t believe I’m letting him. I can’t believe that I’ve fallen for this grunty, cocky jerk.
Wait. He’s not a grunty, cocky jerk.
He’s everything.
And he is.
He slowly slips inside me and curses. “Sunbeam, you feel better than I ever imagined.”
“So do you,” I reply honestly.
He waits for me to stretch around him. Then he moves slowly, taking his time. There’s nothing feverish about this. This is lovemaking at its core.
I stare up at him. He stares down at me, whispering my name and kissing me as he slowly moves in and out.
It’s a beautiful moment that makes my breath catch.
And then I realize we’ve been so swept up that we forgot protection. “Wait.”
He kisses my neck. “I’m not too big for you. Trust me, I’ve done this before.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
He lifts his head and shoots me the smirk that highlights how truly beautiful he is.
“Protection?”
He blinks. “Shit.” His brow furrows.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I’m good to go,” he tells me. “If you’re asking.”
“I’m not asking.”
“Good. I’m not asking you, either. Now, may I please continue?”
I bury my face in his shoulder in embarrassment. “Yes.”
He takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine and lifting it over my head, gently pinning me.
This isn’t about domination. This is Pane’s way of pouring out his heart without words, of telling me how much he cares about me through this action, of making love to me in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
My heart is open. It’s so open that it aches. I ache for him, and only him.
Pane murmurs my name as he slowly thrusts, and we find our rhythm together as we lose ourselves in one another. And when he comes, I shatter with him, relishing in how he fills me to my core.
When we’re done, he pulls me over to lie on top of him and he kisses me on the forehead. I close my eyes, and as I start to drift off, I swear I hear him whisper, “You are mine, Sunbeam.”