Page 121 of Almost Yours
“I think you should find out,” she whispers.
I don’t need to be told twice. I pop the button on her jeans,sliding my hand beneath the denim. The slick heat that greets me is evidence of exactly how much she wants me. I groan at the contact, two fingers sliding against her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You’re drenched.”
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more pressure. I trace circles around her clit, teasing her through the cotton. Her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.
I can’t resist her. I lean in, my lips finding the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I drag my tongue slowly up the column of her throat, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath my mouth. Her skin is hot silk against my tongue as I trace a path to her jaw, savoring every inch of her.
“So sweet,” I groan. I suck gently at her pulse point, careful not to leave marks where they might show at work tomorrow, though I’m desperate to brand her everywhere.
She makes a desperate sound that shoots straight to my cock, her hands clutching at my shoulders before she moves to straddle my lap.
Her fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my abdomen.
“Christ, Violet, please.” My muscles tense under her touch as she starts to rock against me. “You need to stop.”
Her movements slow, but she doesn’t pull away. “Why?” she asks, voice husky with desire.
“Because it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you,” I admit. “And if you keep this up, I’m either going to come in my fucking pants or I really am going to bend you over this couch and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Her eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire as she stares down at me. Her lips crash against mine with a desperation that knocks the air from my lungs. She tastes like wine and promises, and I’m helplessly intoxicated by both.
“Take me,” she insists. “God, Rowan. Please. Take me right here.”
I flip our positions in an instant, pinning her beneath me on the couch. Her surprised gasp turns into a moan as I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me.
“You sure?” I ask, voice strained as I trail kisses down her neck.
“Yes,” she breathes, arching into me.
I drag her jeans down her legs, my patience wearing dangerously thin. She lifts her hips to help, and I toss the denim aside. Her panties follow quickly, leaving her exposed from the waist down.
“Look at you,” I growl, taking in the sight of her. “So fucking beautiful.”
Even with desire coursing through my veins like wildfire, I can’t help but worship every curve, every freckle, every inch of skin that’s mine to touch.
She reaches for me, impatient, but I catch her wrists gently, pinning them above her head with one hand.
“Not yet,” I whisper against her collarbone. “Let me look at you first.”
Her breath hitches as I trail my free hand down her body, my touch deliberately gentle despite the urgency pounding through me. I could take her hard and fast—god knows we both want it—but I want to savor this, to show her with every touch how precious she is to me.
I release her wrists to pull off her shirt and unhook her bra, sliding them off with careful hands. She’s perfect, all soft curves and flushed skin, nipples hardening under my gaze. I lower my head, taking one peak into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand slides between her thighs, finding her already wet for me.
I take my time, exploring her body like it’s the first time, memorizing each gasp and sigh. When my finger slips inside her, her body lifts off the couch in a silent plea, and it takes everything in me not to give in to the feral need to claim her completely.
“Rowan,” she pleads, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please.”
I rise above her, framing her face between my forearms, my eyes locked on hers. “I love you,” I say, voice rough. “Every part of you.”
Her eyes soften. “I love you, too.”
My hands clamp down on her hips, gentleness burning off in an instant. I turn her over in one quick movement, guiding her onto her knees.
“Hands on the arm of the couch,” I command.
She complies immediately, positioning herself with her ass in the air, looking back at me over her shoulder with wide green eyes.
