Page 42 of Wicked Mafia Sinner

“Mm,” I moan around his finger between my lips.

“Suck it clean.”

His voice is low and raspy.

I do.

“Good girl.”

I shimmy my hips and fuck that feels so damn good. I cry out, the wind carrying my gasp of pleasure away. But Rowan isn’t having that. He leans in and eats my cries of pleasure as I dry hump him.

“Rowan,” I whisper, asking for this to go further without saying the words.

“Come here,” he urges, and I love the feel of his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulls me in for a kiss. His hard length caresses my throbbing clit and I know I’ve soaked his slacks through. I break away, gasping for air, but stay close enough that our lips are barely separated.

I buck wildly at the jolt of electricity pinging through me. I rock my hips against his hard cock and immediately gasp as his hot shaft teases me closer to an orgasm.

My heart runs at top speed unchecked.

Bright blue locks on violet and it’s instant freaking sparks.

Nothing can ruin this moment. It's just him and me. For how long I don’t know and I plan on using every second to live life to the fullest. I can worry about reality later. This right here is happening.

“Rowan, I need to feel. Show me. Let me feel the promises I see in your gaze. Teach me fire and passion. Let me experience pleasure at the hand of a man who cares.” And I know he does. The evidence is in his gentleness.

“Please,” I beg softly. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

“Say it again,” Rowan husks, gripping my ass and holding me closer still.

I move my lips to do as he commands, but before I can get the words out his cell phone rings, cutting the heat of the moment in two.

He groans and presses his forehead against mine as the shrill of the interruption continues.

Rowan’s grip loosens and I know this is the end. “It’s okay,” I offer quietly.

I slide down his body and want to cry at the loss of his heat mixed with mine. Torture crosses over his handsome expression. When I go to step away and excuse myself, his fingers lace through mine.

“Don’t go.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and flicks the answer button, clearly irritated.

Holding me in place, he grunts, “What?”

Silence.

From one heartbeat to the next his energy shifts from lover to all mafia man.

“Where?”

More silence as he listens to whatever is being told to him. From the grim look on his face, I’m going to venture today trouble is inbound. Fears from last night and my harsh reality creep into my mind and take root, pushing out the heat of our shared moment.

I go to pull my hand away, but Rowan isn’t having it. He pulls me into him and wraps a comforting arm around me, holding my softer body to him.

A few seconds later he ends the call and we stand there in each other’s arms for a few moments before he speaks.

“There’s another body. This time close to my brother’s home.”

I gasp and lean back. “Is he okay?” I don’t need to know the man to worry about him.

“He’s fine. Thank you for that.”