Page 34 of Sweet Surrender
Rowyn made a show of looking around her before settling her eyes back on Eliza.
“Lucky for you, I don’t see the light of day anywhere right now. And I have it on good authority that it actually won’t make an appearance until tomorrow morning. So, maybe tonight we could see if you’re even able to relinquish your tight grip on control, and when the light of day returns, we can talk more?”
“So basically, you’re saying to stop talking and fuck you tonight, and let our future selves deal with the consequences tomorrow?” Eliza clarified.
Rowyn leaned up on her tip-toes and grazed Eliza’s ear with her lips.
“No, darling, I’m the one doing the fucking tonight—if you do as you’re told, that is.”
Chapter Twelve
The car journey back home was nothing short of the sweetest torture imaginable. Rowyn’s whole body thrummed in anticipation of the night ahead, as her mind raced with the usual post impulse anxiety. It wasn’t quite regret—there was no way she was regretting her actions when the outcome had been getting another night with Eliza.
No matter how many times her impulsive words worked out well, though, she couldn’t help imagining how differently it could have gone. Rejection would have been devastating, and understandable, and her stomach clenched at the idea of it.
Eliza had been nearly silent the short trip back, and Rowyn couldn’t help wondering if regret was making itself known for her. Being close to Eliza and seeing every flicker of emotion that crossed her face gave Rowyn a confidence that was quickly ebbing without that visual reassurance.
“I can practically hear your thoughts,” Eliza said.
“I’d love to be able to hear yours right about now,” Rowyn replied as they pulled into the driveway.
Eliza switched off the engine and turned to face Rowyn. The force of the undiluted want that radiated from her almost knocked Rowyn backward.
“Can’t you see them clearly enough? All of those thoughts you’ve set loose that I worked so damn hard to keep locked up the past few weeks?”
Eliza’s voice was raw with need, and Rowyn had to work hard to keep her breathing under control. Eliza looked mesmerisinglike this. No walls in place, no hiding, laid bare for Rowyn without even taking her clothes off. Yet.
“I can see that you need to stop locking them up because you look hot as fuck with them written all over your face.”
Rowyn had barely finished the sentence before Eliza leaned across the centre console and pressed their lips together hungrily. Rowyn let herself enjoy the desperation of the kiss for a moment before she pulled back.
“I’m calling the shots, remember? We’re going to get out of this car first before you give all of your neighbours something to talk about.”
It was obvious that Eliza was beyond caring about that right now, but she would in the morning, and the last thing Rowyn wanted was any part of their night to end in regret.
“Do you think you can do as I say and contain yourself until we get into the house?” Rowyn asked with a smirk.
Eliza looked at her intently for a moment before uttering one single word that sent shivers through Rowyn.
“Yes.”
The surety of Eliza’s acceptance as Rowyn told her what to do was an aphrodisiac like no other. She tried to remind herself of her own rule as her fingers ached to reach out and touch Eliza anywhere, everywhere, as they walked toward the house.
Once the door closed shut behind them, Rowyn expected Eliza to kiss her with the same intensity as before. She quelled her disappointment when the kiss didn’t immediately come, and she turned to face Eliza. The want hadn’t ebbed, which was reassuring.
“Are you going to kiss me like that again now that we’re in private?” Rowyn asked.
Eliza cocked her head to the side as her eyes roamed Rowyn’s face.
“That’s up to you, isn’t it? You’re in control,” Eliza said.
Rowyn marvelled at the effect almost every word Eliza had spoken tonight had on her. She liked the sound of that, and she was certain her appreciation showed by the gleam in Eliza’s eyes.
“Your room, or mine?” Rowyn asked.
Elizas’s bedroom was the one room in the house that Rowyn had never entered, and Eliza might want to keep it that way.
“I’m in control of everything else, but this is a decision you have to make. The answer won’t change anything, I’ll happily fuck you in either room, or right damn here, for that matter.”
