Page 77 of The Sweetest Taboo


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"Yeah. That happens when you're naked, and I've been touching you and tasting you."

I breathed slowly and paused when he traced a nipple with a finger.

"I love how dark your nipples are. How beautiful your skin is. Soft."

My nipples puckered at his words. He touched the peaks reverently.

"Rowan, I'm scared that we'll have sex, and you'll hate it, and say something horrible to me."

His hand stilled, and then he cupped my breast and squeezed. "What's the worst thing you think I can say?"

"What?"

"What is the worst thing I could say?"

"That it was horrible sex."

"Okay. What else?"

I blinked. "That I'm a whore."

I saw something move in his eyes. His hand moved to my stomach, caressing, stroking, soothing. "What else?"

"That I'm bad at sex."

He let out a short laugh. "Anything else?"

"That you hate me."

His hand wandered between my thighs, and his fingers ran through my trimmed pubic hair.

"So, you think I'm going to say the sex was horrible, you're a whore, you're bad at sex, and that I hate you? Is that it?"

"Okay, now that you put it like that, it sounds silly."

"No. The last time we had sex, I called you a whore…more or less. Now, what are the chances that a man who has been begging to spend time with you, taking whatever scraps you throw at him, is going to finally fuck you after he's not had sex for over a year, will actually say those things?" He slid a finger inside me, and my breath caught. He pumped in and out gently.

He leaned close to me, his lips near mine. "What are the chances, Isha?"

I licked my lips. "Slim to none?"

"Yeah. Now, can we fuck?"

Something churned inside me, something warm and heavenly. If I had to conjure up a man I'd want to be with, I couldn't have designed him better than Rowan. He'd not ignored my fears. He'd heard them and turned them around—and did what I thought would never be possible, made me trust him, just a little.

"Yes, please."

"So fucking prim and proper, my English Rose."

Chapter 28

Rowan

She was scared that I'd say the sex was bad? Fucking hell, I was scared that I'd get inside her and blow my load without getting her off. Then the sex would be bad because of the premature ejaculator, and not the gorgeous woman beneath him.

I sucked on one of her nipples, flicking the tight peak with my tongue. "I love your breasts."

"They're small."

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