I cut him off with a press of my ass into his groin. His words fumble on a reckless groan. “Sshhh. You have to be quiet,” I quip.
He growls against my jaw. “You’re a menace, sunshine. Kick off your shoes.”
They land on the floor with athudas Rowan slides his hand into my pants.
I barely stifle a moan when his finger begins soft, idle movements through my core. My hand clutches his hip. His breath hot on my neck, temple pressed into the hair above my ear, Rowan pushes himself against me in time with the work of his fingers. I’m maddeningly close in a matter of minutes.
He sinks his middle digit inside, but pulls out just as quickly, tapping it firmly on my apex.
My body arches into him, and I whimper, biting my lip to keep from screaming. I fist the fabric of his pants. His movements quicken and my hips roll to meet him, pressing into his touch one second, grinding back into him the next.
“Come with me, baby,” I beg.
“God, say that again.”
I angle my head up at him. “Baby, please. I want you to come with me.”
His fingers curl inside, thumb circling the most sensitive part on the outside. The pleasure rackets so high, I can’t hold it in any longer.
“Rowan,” I huff, staccato and breathless. “Please, I can’t stay quiet. I don’t wanna be?—”
I’m silenced by his palm over my mouth. I widen my eyes.
“It’s just you and me, baby. Trust me?”
His gaze bores into mine like he has no intention of letting me fall without being there to catch me. It’s never been a question—of course I trust him.
I blink up at him, nodding rapidly against his hand as his finger pumps in and out.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
The praise shatters something inside and my release slams into me. My head strains against his hold as I surrender to the fall. I moan through every wave of my climax, Rowan’s hand muffling the sound.
He growls out a low curse, his hips shudder. Without warning his mouth replaces his hand. He groans into a claiming kiss as his own release consumes him, until all the tremors have passed and our bodies come down from the high.
I roll over to face him fully, wishing I could stay in bed with him all day.
“I have to go to work,” I grumble between kisses. “But more of this later?”
He pinches my waist. “As many times as you want, runaway. Now you better get outta here before it happens again and I have no clean boxers left.”
I tiptoepast the closed guest bedroom door and a sleeping Dubs in the living room to get to the kitchen.
“Good morning.” Tess’ greeting from her seat at the dining table startles me, and I let out a small shriek. “Oh gosh, sorry I scared you, sweetheart.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle to myself. “All good. Can I top you off?” I ask, pointing at her half-full coffee cup.
After I fill her cup and my travel mug, I place the pot back on the counter. Rowan saunters into the kitchen behind me, clocks his mom across the room, and flashes me a brief panicked look over what we were just up to in my bedroom. We kept things quiet, but I think we both thought everyone was still asleep.Oops.
I give an inconspicuous shrug, hide my grin behindmy coffee.
Rowan takes the seat next to his mom. “What’chu looking at?”
“I found this photo album in the garage at the lake house.”
I float around the kitchen, collecting my purse and stocking it with snacks for the long day ahead. Behind me, Rowan and Tess hum and chuckle over what they see, the old binding crackling with every turn of the page.
“You remember that summer, Ro?”