Page 50 of Heal Me, Love Me

We madeit to the hotel in record time. Every second of check-in felt like torture, despite the cheery receptionist who was trying to provide top-notch customer service. Once we had the key in hand, we hurried to the elevator, only to end up sharing it with an elderly couple who just happened to be going to the same floor.

The moment the doors on our floor slid open, I started moving, tugging Rowan down the carpeted hallway toward our room. He fumbled with the key card, and the little green light finally blinked after a couple of failed attempts. The door swung open, and we stumbled inside before I kicked it shut behind us, the loud click echoing through the quiet room.

“Is every date of ours going to end with you this desperate to get me naked?” he teased, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke.

“Probably. You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

He slammed me back against the door, his body pinning mine. I wrapped a hand around his neck and crushed my lipsagainst his. The kiss wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was a frantic attempt to forget the run-in with Ridgway and all the other shit that’d happened over the past few days.

I didn’t want to think anymore about Devon, Florida, or the future and what it meant for us. All of that was too big, too complicated. Right now, in this hotel room, we could take a moment to focus on each other.

Rowan’s hands were everywhere, pulling my shirt off as if he couldn’t breathe until he reached my skin. I was doing the same, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and finally ripping it open to send buttons flying in my impatience to touch him. I needed to feel him, to confirm he was mine and that we were really okay.

His shirt fell open, and I flattened my palms against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my hands.

“Keaton,” he groaned against my mouth before biting my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to stake a claim and remind me who I was with.

I responded by sliding my hands down his back to grip his ass and pull him harder against me. I could feel his thick erection pressing against my own through the layers of our clothes. The friction wasn’t enough, and I rocked my hips into his, seeking more. He broke the kiss, his breathing harsh and uneven. In the room’s dim light, his eyes were dark, almost black, yet they burned with an intensity that made my knees weak. “Turn around,” he commanded.

I obeyed without hesitation, anticipation flowing through me. I heard the rustle of fabric as he stripped off his ruined shirt, then the metallic clink of a belt buckle. My jeans felt impossibly tight as my cock ached with a need that bordered on pain.

He came up behind me, his bare chest pressing against my back, his skin hot and damp with sweat. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he splayed his hands across my stomach,holding me close. “I’m going to fuck you against this door. I’m going to make you forget everything but my name.”

I could only nod, my throat too tight to form words. Rowan’s knuckles brushed my skin as he unbuttoned my jeans. Soon, he tugged them down, along with my boxers, and let them pool around my ankles. The cool air hit my exposed skin, and I shivered.

A moment later, a cold, wet finger circled my hole. “Where the hell did you get lube?”

He held up a single-use packet. “I came prepared.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Awfully optimistic of you.”

“Just hopeful.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Now relax.”

His touch was gentle, a single finger circling lazily while pleasure radiated through me. I pushed back against his hand, a silent plea for more. He chuckled and slowly slid that finger inside me. He moved it in and out, while his other hand gripped my hip, grounding me. When he added a second digit, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. He curled them just right to brush against that spot inside me that blurred my vision.

“Right there?” he asked smugly.

“God, yes,” I gasped, my forehead pressed against the door. “Don’t stop.”

He scissored his fingers, stretching me, preparing me. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, screaming for more. I was so close to the edge, so desperate for the main event that I could barely handle the anticipation.

“Please, Rowan,” I begged. “Now. I need you now.”

Luckily, he didn’t make me wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers, and I felt the loss immediately. I heard the tear of another packet, followed by a slick sound as he coated himself. Then his hands were on my hips, gripping me tightly, as he positioned himself behind me.

He thrust inside me, and the world narrowed to the sensation of him filling me. The sharp, intense burn quickly melted into deep, throbbing pleasure. He stilled for a moment to let me adjust, his forehead resting against my back and his breathing ragged.

“Okay?”

“More than okay,” I managed to say, pushing back against him and urging him on.

He started to move, slow and deep at first, before settling into a powerful rhythm that stole the air from my lungs and filled the room with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I reached down and wrapped a hand around my aching cock, stroking myself in time with his powerful thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much. I could feel the pressure building, a tight coil of heat in my stomach, threatening to snap.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion.

I turned my head, craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder. His lust-filled eyes locked onto mine. Seeing him lost in the moment, so completely consumed by his desire for me, finally pushed me over the edge.