Goosebumps break over my flesh in the wake of his fingers in their tender glide over my legs, my arms, and every time he pinches my knee as to sayI got you, baby.
By the time we approach the turn-off for the cabin,my nerve-endings are on fire. I want his mouth, his hands, on me in places they haven’t ventured yet. I wanthim.
As we traverse the road cut between the trees, my pulse races. My hands grip his shirt, right over his heart, and that’s where I feel it—the steady, frantic thump in time with mine. He unclenches my fist, squeezes our palms together, bumps them once against his chest, and holds them there.
The threshold from the gravel to the concrete of the garage interior bumps under the tires as Rowan wheels us inside. The bike comes to a stop, the exhaust rumbles in jarring, pointed blasts. He doesn’t kill the engine, only sweeps the kickstand down and yanks off his helmet, tossing it to the ground.
Feet planted, he spins at the waist. I throw off my helmet in the same manner, my lungs already fighting for air. He wraps a commanding arm around me, the other lifting my leg around his middle.
“Come here,” he orders, breath hot against my mouth.
I’m spun to his front like the cap on a bottle. I link my ankles at his back and slam my desperate lips to his. The growl of the engine echoes off the metal walls as our mouths give chase, teeth and tongues colliding.
My legs tighten around him, the ache between my thighs intensifying. His fists clench at my back and he grunts.
“Please,” I pant between the push and pull of our lips. “Touch me.”
He draws back, presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll do whatever you want. Tell me where.”
The way I grab his hand and slap it to my upper thigh is instinct. His eyes trace the path as I guide it higher, the fabric of my dress going along with it, until the tip of a single finger grazes the hem of my panties. “Here,” I breathe.
Rowan groans, sucks in a labored breath through his nose, a moment to gather himself before he gets to work.
Just like that, my purse is gone, tossed along with our helmets. He resumes our kiss with one hand cradling my head, my hair tangled in his fist while he lays me down over the gas tank between the handlebars. A delicious flare of heat sears my shoulder blades and my ankles release from behind his back to flank his ribs, causing the hem of my dress to rideup to my waist.
Lips glistening, he shifts on his heels to look at me. “Say it again, baby. I need you to be sure.”
I yank him by the dog tag chain around his neck until his face is mere centimeters from mine. “I’m sure,baby.”
Something sharpens in his gaze at the term. Darker. A little wild. But he’s in control, he always is. Those steely irises home in—a promise of rapture and ruin behind them.
His hand slips between my legs once more, sliding up to loop a finger inside my panties. My head falls back on a gasp.
“Eyes on me,” he rasps. “I’ve got you.”
37
choosing the fall
Rowan
I could livethis life and the next getting lost in those eyes. But right now I want her lost in mine. That beautiful mind of hers will be consumed by me and only me.Mylips.Myhands. Nobody else’s. I won’t let her head convince her otherwise.
My knuckles run up her center over her damp panties, her legs already trembling at my sides. I strain so hard against my zipper I have to shift myself back on the saddle before I accidentally rub against her and this is over before it starts.
“This what you want, baby?” I make another pass over the wet cotton. Her hips jerk to meet me.
“Yes.”
“Mmm. Inside or outside?”
I slide over her again and she whimpers. “Both—everywhere,” she sputters. “I don’t care, just touch me please.”
My gaze dips to the space between her legs. I hitch an arm under her knee to hold her steady as I push her panties aside and glide my thumb through her arousal, ending at the bundle of nerves at the top, circling there. Her moan slices the air against the low roar of the engine. Another finger follows, up and down the slick skin, spreading the wetness around until I’m coated in her.
Her back arches off the bike, and she brings a hand up to squeeze her breast over her dress.
“Yeah, that’s it. Give yourself what you need.”