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He smells so good.
His fingers caress the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter to a close.
Please…
“Open your eyes, Angel.”
My eyes open at his words, and—wait…did he call me Angel?
He leans in, and my lips part. Everything falls apart when I feel the warm caress of his breath right before his lips brush against mine. A little moan escapes me, and my knees buckle as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, taking, plundering…
Claiming me in ways no one else ever has.
He dips his hand into my hair, tilting my head back before deepening the kiss.
It’s my first.
My first kiss, and it’s with him. I always imagined my first kiss would be in the back of some pickup truck with some boy my age who wouldn’t be able to tell my lips from my nose, but…it’s with him, and he knows exactly what he is doing.
His lips are possessive and demanding as they press against mine.
I gasp into the kiss when he palms my breast over my t-shirt, caressing my nipples with his thumb. I push into his hands, needing…seeking relief from the heaviness I feel. Rowan slips a hand under the hem of my shirt, pulling it up along withmy bra and exposing my naked breast. The feeling between my legs intensifies when he gently squeezes a nipple between his fingers.
His other hand drops to my waist and pops the button of my jeans, fingers slipping into my panties and caressing the heat of my sex.
“Rowan,” I cry out when he traces a finger along my slick folds.
“So wet,” he growls. “I’ve been going crazy all day, Angel, thinking about you. I thought I made you up in my head.”
Made me up?
I am too far gone to make sense of his words.
“Oh, God!” I moan when he slips his finger further into my wetness. His thumb circles my sex, parting my folds with every stroke and sending need shooting up my stomach.
“So ready for me,” he says in a deep, throaty voice, leaning down to kiss me. “I could just fuck you here and now. Push you against my desk and rut you until you are sobbing my name.”
Oh, God! I want that.
My lips open in a soundless scream when his fingers brush the sensitive bud of nerves I’ve never dared explore. My eyes fall closed, and my back presses against his desk as his fingers continue to stroke the ball of nerves.
“You like that?” he whispers huskily. “You like me playing with your clit?”
“Please,” I beg, my body tightening as I draw closer to the edge. “Please, don’t stop.”
It’s too much, but not enough. Is it always like this? I can’t help but wonder if sex is supposed to feel this good with the way he plays with my body, strumming me like he’s been here before, like he knows just the spots that’ll make me cry out his name.
“Just wait until you feel my tongue on you,” he growls, leaning in and brushing his lips over mine. “I can’t wait until I taste your honey.”
I don’t get to question what he means before he drops to his knees, pulling my pants and underwear down with him and tossing them to the side, exposing my throbbing sex to his greedy eyes. My eyes snap open, and I stare at him in mortification. I try to close my legs, but his hands are firm, his eyes on me as he lifts my left leg to his shoulder.
“Rowan…what are you doing?” I ask, shakily. My body is still vibrating with need, and there is just something about him on his knees, fully-dressed while I lie exposed to him that has my sex pulsing with need.
“Anything?’ he growls, his gray eyes—almost black now—boring into mine.
I nod once, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before leaning in and dragging his tongue over my sex.
Oh, God…oh!
