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“Stay over. Spend the night with me.”
I freeze and tip my head up to look up at him. He’s not smiling as if it’s a joke. And he’s obviously not drunk—except maybe on lust.
“What?” I whisper.
“Spend the night with me.”
“Um…”
He lowers his head, kissing my neck. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”
“But what about…”
“Please, Leigh.”
I wince at him calling me Leigh, which oddly, I’m starting to like. But him saying that name only reminds me that I’m holding a secret back from him. But one last night with Rowan won’t ruin me, right? Because the time has come to tell him the truth.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He draws back, holding me around my waist and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his say it all. I’m not the only one feeling something I shouldn’t.
Which means I’ll break both of our hearts tomorrow morning when I tell him who I really am.
Twenty-Eight
Kyleigh
Rowan walksme up to his apartment after Peeper’s is closed, and I swear it’s as if there’s a butterfly exhibit in my stomach. It’s full of flutters and excitement that I’m spending the night with him. But at the same time, there’s a looming sense of loss on the horizon, knowing what I have to do tomorrow morning.
This is just one last night to remember him by.
I step in, and he shuts the door behind me. As usual, his arms wrap around me from behind. “I’m sure you must want a shower.” He kisses the side of my neck.
“Are you offering to wash me?” I place my hand on the back of his head, not wanting his lips off my skin.
Tonight, I’m going to just go with all the signs of us becoming a couple. The lingering touches that aren’t sexual. The sweet kisses. All the acts of intimacy. I’m going to enjoy them—just for tonight.
“That’s my job.”
I swallow deeply. This man.
“First, we need to get you undressed.”
He steps back from me, reaching for the hem of my shirt before shedding it from my body and dropping it to the floor. Next, he undoes my bra, adding it to the pile. Reaching around me, he places light kisses along my shoulder while unbuttoning my jean shorts and lowering the zipper, pushing them down my hips.
Soon, I’m standing with my back to him, wearing only my underwear. I hear him moving behind me, and when his hands wrap around my stomach again, we’re flesh to flesh, his hardening length pressing into my back.
“God, Rowan.” There’s so much I want to say to him, but I can’t. Not yet.
“Let me live up to my promises.” He walks us toward the bathroom, me in front of him, and I let him take control of my body.
He turns on the water in the shower, situates me in front of the counter and sinks to his knees. “I love the taste of your pussy. I think about it all the time.” He brings his face to the apex of my thighs.
His fingers slide under the fabric on my hips, and he pulls my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he leaves them at his side. Then he spreads me with his thumbs and french kisses my clit until I’m moaning.
He rises to his feet. Taking my hand again, he guides me into the shower. The water is warm, and the scent of his shampoo and soap fills the small space.
I’m not sure how long we’re going to be able to stand naked and wash one another before we succumb to the need to have sex, but it feels nice as his hands work shampoo through my strands. Then I wash his hair. By the time we’re on to the soap, our hands are slipping and sliding all over one another.
