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“You will, will you?” He puts his coffee on the counter and stalks toward me, backing me into the corner between his kitchen and family room. His foot lands between my legs, and I part my legs to make room for his thick thigh. “I’m glad you called.”
“Want to go to the bedroom?”
He shakes his head. “I’m taking a shower, and you’re coming with me.”
He picks me up, and I yelp, almost dropping my iced coffee. I’m beginning to like being in his arms too much. He carries me and my iced coffee into his bathroom.
Yeah, I’m glad I called too. He’s just what I need to forget about my problems for the day.
Thirteen
Kyleigh
“You sure like tocarry me places.” He lowers me down his body until my feet land on the tiled floor.
“Is that a problem?” His hands go to my blouse and manipulate the top button, making his way down.
“I didn’t say that.” I sip my iced coffee and set it on the counter.
“Do you have to get back to work at some point today?”
Do I? Hell no. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to be face to face with the woman who took a grenade to our family.
I shake my head, and that satisfied smile of his shines.
He concentrates on his task, and when he gets a glimpse of my bra-covered breasts, his breath hitches, and it makes my core tighten, as does the way he looks at me. It’s as if he can’t believe I’m here. He brings out a wanton side of me I never knew existed. And it’s not because he’s Rowan Landry. It’s because he wants me as much as I want him, and he’s not shy about showing it.
Rowan pushes my blouse off my shoulders, and I help him free my arms one at a time. He carefully holds it by the collar and hangs it on a towel hook.
Thankfully, he steps back and turns on the water, stripping his shirt off on the way back over to me. My hands go to the button of my pants, but his hands land over mine. “That’s my job.”
I hold up my hands, more than happy to let him undress me.
“Then let’s quicken this pace.” I grin at him, admiring his muscled chest.
“Patience.” He steps closer, his face nuzzling in my neck, kissing the top of my shoulder. “You know I make good on my promises.”
He runs his knuckles down my ribcage, igniting a path of goose bumps before he dips his fingers past the waistband of my pants, running the tips of his fingers along my waist.
“Rowan,” I say, really wanting to increase this pace to get him inside me.
My button flicks open, and he lowers my zipper at an excruciatingly slow pace. Then he hooks his hands on either side of my pants and wiggles them over my hips, but he doesn’t let them fall to his floor. Instead, he guides them down my legs and waits for me to step out of them. After hanging them next to my blouse, he steps back, and his gaze runs up and down my body.
He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t cover myself because the avalanche of lust filling his eyes is all I can see. Without looking away, he toes off his shoes, discards his socks, and pushes down his shorts and boxer briefs, standing in front of me naked.
No wonder he’s Mr. Heartbreaker because the man was gifted not only with an untouchable amount of skill on the ice, but he’s gorgeous as well. From his defined hard muscles to his sculpted jawline and piercing blue eyes, he’s the epitome of any woman’s dream guy. And he’s lowering himself…wait, he’s lowering to his knees in front of me. Oh shit, he’s going to…
I straighten my back along the wall, trying to calm my nerves. I’m not sure why, since he’s gone down on me before. He runs his nose along the silk of my panties, and his eyes close. God, I’ve never had a man make me feel so desired.
His fingers run along my hips, and he tugs my panties down my legs, waiting for me to help him remove them completely. Then he swings my one leg over his shoulder and slides his knees along the tile, shifting closer.
My hands go to his hair. It’s a little sweaty from his workout, which feels erotic as hell for some reason. He swipes his tongue along my center, and my back arches off the wall with a moan. Reaching up, he pulls down the cups of my bra, his hands molding to my breasts, and his thumbs crest over my nipples. Resting his chin on my stomach, his eyes focus on me.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he says, lowering his face back between my legs.
He swipes with his tongue and twirls it over my clit, pinching my nipples at the same time. My head hits the wall from sensory overload. He works me slowly, his hands dropping from my breasts, then I feel a finger tease my entrance.
“Eyes open,” he whispers.
