Page 59 of Dirty Fighter

The cocky smile nearly undoes me right there. But then he answers…

“I do.”

20

Rowan

There’s so much confidence packed in those two words, I’m near begging him to show me, when he reaches back and turns on the shower. “Getting you out of these wet clothes so I can help wash the dirty off you. Sound good?”

I nod, but honestly, the way he’s looking at me, there’s such filthy intent in his eyes, I’m not sure an hour in the shower would put a dent in it.

Once I’m freed from the wet denim confines, I unsnap my bra. It’s just a plain cotton thing with little yellow flowers printed on it, but Jason stops me before I take it off.

“Jesus, Rowan. Just… just give me a minute to look at you.” Only he’s not just looking. Those thick, callused fingers are tracing the contours of my body in a feather-light touch that follows the path of fire his eyes are leaving in their wake.

Slowly he slips the cups of my bra from my breasts before leaning in to cover the exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses that have me bowing back and knotting my fingers in his hair as he hums against me.

My panties are next. There’s more of that deep staring at the plainest cotton bikinis that ever existed. And then that reverent touch, as he skims along the top edge to the waist. Another kiss and slow wet tonguing of my navel that I feel deep inside.

The stubble-rough of his jaw nuzzles low against the softness of my belly as his hands mold my hips before continuing in another finger-splayed press across my ass.

“Perfect,” he groans, somehow encompassing satisfaction and unmet need at the same time. “Didn’t think it was possible, but your ass is even better than I imagined.”

“You’ve been thinking about my ass?”

His huffed laugh is my answer, followed by a firm knead. “You don’t want to know.”

My core clenches hard as liquid heat spills free. “Deciding what I want for me again?” I tease, breathless. “Thought we were past that.”

He pulls back to show me the dirty promise in his eyes.

“You really want to know what I imagined doing to your perfect ass, Rowan?” he asks darkly, pressing his fingers lightly but purposefully through my panties between my cheeks.

I open my mouth but can’t speak past the grip of arousal tightening low inside me.

“Don’t know if I can handle it if you say yes.” His fingers drift lower, sliding between my legs.

I know the instant he feels it. I’m drenched.

One heavy brow lifts before collapsing into the other, almost like he’s in pain.

“Oh fuck, I can feel it through your panties.” Stroking over the sodden panel, he shakes his head. “You going to let me have all this?”

Let? I’m about to beg. “Yes.”

He peels them down, nostrils flaring as I step free of them. His eyes stop at the scrape atop my thigh. The bandage is small, and the red skin peeks out from either side. But if I hadn’t seen him look at it, I would have forgotten it was there.

Steam from the running shower swirls in the warming air between us. The sound of the spray against the tiles drowns out the rain pelting the window and the waves beyond.

Jason smooths his hand around my leg, guiding me to raise it until my foot is planted on his denim-covered thigh. I’m exposed to him in a way I have never been with anyone. Never wanted to be.

Lowering his head to a stretch of skin just beneath my wound, he drops a light kiss. Then another above it.

Chills pebble my skin as something needy twists hot inside me. “Jason,” I whisper. “Please.”

Jason

It’s my name on her lips, followed by that breathless plea that does it.