Page 102 of Off the Mark
I turned my head to kiss him sloppily, the angle not quite right, but perfection wasn’t my goal. This wasn’t a race I needed to win so that I could pay my bills. Wasn’t some grueling training session pushing my muscles past their limits. Our bodies could be imperfect here, could be messy, could have no outcome other than mutual pleasure.
This kind of sleepy, grinding morning sex felt like a liberation from the constant pressure of beingthe best.
His fingers landed back on my clit, sparking the banked embers of what felt like one night-long orgasm. He rolled his hips, every thrust deliberate and thorough. Every hot breath at my ear was a rough-edged groan that made goosebumps erupt across my skin.
I’d spent hours watching Rowan’s cocky charm fall away, replaced with harsh pants and shuddering muscles. I’d licked the sweat from his neck as he gasped, heard him growl my name against my skin as he fucked me so deep, I saw whole galaxies.
Rowan O’Callaghan, ruined and undone, was too good to be true.
“I’m close already,” I whimpered. He hissed and sped up his motions, one hand coming to wrap around my throat to hold me still. I was trapped against his hard body, completely at his mercy. The muscles of his forearm flexed as he worked my clit.
When I dropped my gaze to watch, the sight of his big hand covering my pussy sent me hurtling over the edge.
“I’m almost there, I’m almost there,more, please,” I begged.
A second later, I was on my hands and knees. His fingers were vice-like on my hips, yanking me back, his cock hitting an angle that made me sob with pleasure.
Rowan fucked me from behind with the short, fast strokes he now knew I needed to finish. I screamed into his pillow as I came. A few seconds later, Rowan’s groans went rough and then he grunted, “God,you’re incredible, you’re fuckingincredible.”
Breathless and dizzy, I pressed my cheek to the bed and grinned at the naked, broad-shouldered ginger kneeling behind me. He scrubbed a hand across his face and released a strangled laugh.
“We have to leave this bed…” he panted, “…or you’re gonna straight up kill me, Maddox.”
I flopped over onto my back, laughing as he crashed his body beside me. “At the very least we should figure out a pulley system to get food and waterintothe bed.”
I danced my fingers over his bare chest. Let my eyes linger on the glorious sight of Rowan naked—the etched muscles of his abs, the thick splendor of his thighs. At some point in the night, I’d gotten so turned on while we were having sex that Ibithis right butt cheek.
I slid down to examine it, pushing at his hip until he shifted.
“Are you wondering if you bit my ass last night? Because I can confirm yes. Yes, you did.”
“Oh my god, I left abruise.” I stared up at Rowan. His smile was adorably lopsided, and his dark red hair stuck out at every angle. He stroked the top of my head, and my stomach went hollow at his effortless affection.
“Pitchers are famous for a lot of things, gorgeous.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Having a biteable ass?”
“I won’t lie to you.” He paused, gaze full of mischief. “It’s where all our power comes from.”
“You tasted delicious.”
“All those years of squats have led me here. To this moment.” He pulled a mock-serious expression. “The bad girl of motocross, sinking her teeth into my butt. What a time to be alive.”
I dropped my head to his thigh and laughed. “Now you know where the nickname comes from.”
I straddled him, studying him from this vantage point—the arm flung carelessly behind his head, the freckles on top of his shoulders, the auburn-colored stubble shadowing his jaw.
“You know I liked it,” he murmured.
“What did you like about it?”
Rowan pushed up onto his elbows and crooked his finger. I leaned in for a kiss, unable to resist. “Wanting you, Charlie. And being wanted by you. I thought I knew how badly…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t have known. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
I gave him a giant smile. “Will you come with me to the championship gala in a couple days?”
His brow furrowed. “Wasn’t I always coming with you to the gala?”
Anxious nerves fluttered through me, a realistic effect after a night of such reckless desire. I’d been jumping dirt bikes from impossible heights for twenty years—there were consequences at the end of a free fall.
