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"Or do you want it like this?" He lingered over my mouth; licking, kissing.
"I like that, too."
"But you like this best, don't you? When I'm inside you?"
I pulled him close when his tongue slid into my mouth. I whimpered as the kiss deepened. We were only kissing, and yet it felt like we were making love. My breath broke. He stroked my mouth with his tongue, and his hips moved against mine in a beat as old as time.
This wasn't merely a kiss. It was everything.
My hands clenched in his hair, desperate for the contact.
"God," he murmured. "Kissing you is more erotic than fucking another woman."
He rested his forehead against mine.
"I'm just about ready to come in my pants, darlin'."
He moved us, lowering me onto the bed. He stretched out next to me, still in jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. I was still fully clothed as well, and yet this was so intimate. He touched my face with a finger, running it over my lips.
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you in my life."
Men had said things like this to me before, but I'd never believed them. But when I looked into Rowan's eyes, I believed him. I kissed his fingers, and when he held one between my lips, I let him in and sucked as he watched.
"Last night, you gave me the best head I've ever had."
I let go of his finger. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Why do you always ask for confirmation?"
I swallowed. He noticed. Few did. "I just have trouble believing anything good that's said about me."
He stroked a finger down my throat to the valley between my breasts. He circled a nipple through my T-shirt, and it swelled. Then he did the same to the other breast.
"You're very sensual—and don't ask, really? You are. I barely have to touch you, and you're aroused."
"It's never happened before."
I wanted him to believe me, but the way he looked at me, I wasn't sure he did.
"I want to make love with you. Will you give me tonight?" he asked me gently, sincerely.
"Yes, Rowan, I'll give you tonight."
Chapter 13
Rowan
Itraced a finger over the rim of her ear and was delighted when she shivered. I'd never been with a woman this responsive. Was it real? Was it an act? I didn't know, and I wished I didn't care. I'd never cared before if a woman was faking her orgasm. I always thought that was her loss. If she wanted me to get her off, she shouldn't pretend she already did.
But with Isha, I wanted to get her off. I wanted to watch her come because she looked like a fucking dream when she did.
"I don't want to think about the past," I told her.
She licked her lips, and I groaned.
"Whenever you do that, I want to feel your tongue on my dick."
"I can…I can do that for you."
