He peels off my panties, stuffs them into his pocket as he gives me one last sharp look in the eye—a final opportunity for me to back out.
I don’t take it. Instead, I spread my knees to make room for him. He throws one leg over his shoulder, my heel heavy on his spine.
He plants a trail of hot kisses up my thigh, stopping shy of where I need him. A flash of a satisfied smirk and steely blue irises to match. “Let’s wake some bear cubs, baby.”
Then his mouth is on me.
His tongue flattens along my center, starting low and lickinglazily to the apex, ending with a sharp flick. My voice cracks on a gasp as he takes the same path again, and then a third. Each pass his tongue presses harder, savors the taste a little bit longer.
He finds the sensitive bundle of nerves once more and wraps his mouth around it. It undoes me. I moan, launching out a hand and fisting his hair. My other hand presses into the grass at my back, leveraging me as I shamelessly buck my hips against him.
“Rowan! Don’t stop, it feels so?—”
Words splinter in my throat when he inserts a finger, curving deep, his tongue swirling on the outside.
“Your taste.God, it’s unreal, Hannah. Every day. I want this everygoddamnday.”
He plants a heavy palm around the crease of my hip bone, anchoring me as he dives back in for more. His groan makes my thighs quiver.
“Oh my god, I’m so…cl—I’m so close!”
The scratch of his beard on my thighs, the heat of his breath on my skin, the way his grunts vibrate every nerve ending along my core—it’s so euphoric, I feel invincible.
I pant up at the sky, nails digging into the grass as my release races toward me. Rowan groans again, shifts on his knees. He removes his finger and then his tongue, meeting my eyes with a devilish grin.
“You trust me?” he asks, my arousal glistening his beard.
My nod comes fast as my hips reach for him in a plea to finish what he started.
His face dips low again, but instead of putting his mouth on me, he uses his fingers to spread me open. Gaze fixed on me through hooded lashes, he blows a soft breath against where his tongue had done the work before. The contrast of hot and cold is a devastating collision of sensations—too much and not enough all at once.
My foot on his back jerks as I heave forward, my moan coming loud and long.
He hums his approval. “That’s it right there, isn’t it?” Another cool breath, another cry ripped from my lungs. Rowan curses through gritted teeth. “Yeah, baby, scream for me. Nobody else around to hear it. All for me.”
He blows one more time, punctuating the end with his mouth searing the now cool flesh. My second leg flies around his head on instinct, ankles linked at his spine, thighs squeezing.
I rock into him. The rhythm is frantic, each of my pitched moans echoed by a deep guttural sound of his own.
My climax crashes over me, the stars overhead a mirror image of the flashes of white behind my eyelids as I come.
He doesn’t relent. His tongue stretches my release, my hand on his head grinding his face into me to carry this out to the bitter end. It goes on and on until I have no air left, until my shouts of pleasure fracture and I’m nothing but a pile of loose limbs and dysfunctional lungs.
The muscles of Rowan’s back flex in the moonlight, contracting and releasing as he breathes heavily. I lower my legs to the stairs on either side of him and his head comes to rest on my thigh.
After long seconds, he says, “Okay, don’t panic.”
His tone is light so I manage a grin while I try to catch my breath. “Noted. Not panicking.”
“Good,” he exhales, blinking up at me. “Because I just came in my pants.”
I hiss through my teeth, pat his head like a puppy. “Tough times, big guy.”
A blush fans over his cheeks as he climbs up a step to plant a firm kiss on my lips. My taste on his tongue, my scent on his breath, the mess in his pants—intoxicating, all-consuming, absolutely ruinous in the best possible way.
After helping me back into my panties, he pulls me to stand while not so discreetly adjusting himself. I fail to hide my teasing smile, but he takes it like a champ.
He tucks me into his side, kisses my temple, and turns us toward the cabin. “How do you feel, sunshine?”