Page 121 of Off the Mark
I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my god, can we never talk about that again?”
“Sure. As long as I’m your real boyfriend.”
I peeked out through my fingers, too happy to do much else than vibrate against him. “That would make me your real girlfriend then?”
He growled softly at my throat, pulling me into his lap. “Damn right it does.”
I kissed him for so long I got dizzy, kissed him for so long there was no ending and no beginning to our shared breath. We were weightless and liberated together. An arc across the sky as sure as the sunrise.
And who knew that falling in love would feel this much like flying?
30
CHARLIE
Later that night—after Rowan’s first day as the director and my last training session before the championship—he finally carried me into his bedroom with a look of possessive determination.
I tore off my clothes, then his—completely without ceremony. He threw me backward onto the bed, and I was treated to the sight of him, naked in front of me. Big and brawny, one hand already fisting around his cock.
I arched a single brow and spread my legs wide. His eyes roamed over every inch of my body, a hungry curl to his lips that had my fingers twisting into the sheets in anticipation.
He rubbed his hand over his mouth, Adam’s apple bobbing. “This has been the longest eight hours of my fucking life. Waiting for this. Waiting to be here, with you. I can’t believe that you’re mine, Charlie.All mine.”
“Believe it.” I crooked my finger. “I’m here to stay, Rowan.”
He dropped to the bed and pressed his face to my stomach, exhaling a harsh snarl. His teeth nipped at my skin. His mouth descended onto my breasts, and I was already gone. I cried out under his tongue, the devastating pressure of his lips on my nipple, the tug on my piercing.
“I need to be inside you more than my next breath,” he whispered. “Need you every single way I can have you.”
“Do it, Rowan,please. I want all of you,” I begged.
His hands came around my waist, and then he was flipping me onto my stomach. Hauling me onto my hands and knees and reverently kissing up the backs of my legs. His mouth traced a hot path to my pussy, and the strangled groan of gratitude he made had me arching back. Pressing into his face so eagerly his groan became a growl, his big hands squeezing my ass and spreading me.
Rowan dove his tongue inside me, licking, licking,lickingso deep I was lost in pleasure, could only blissfully succumb to it. He kept up his thorough devouring, adding his finger to my clit. Circling while he groaned, sounding insatiable.
“Oh god, Rowan, I’m close already,” I panted. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”
I bucked my hips against his mouth, and he sped up his motions, increased the pressure so skillfully, all I could do was sob and clench around his tongue and those long strokes.
“Almost,” I moaned. “Almost,so close.”
He stopped and replaced his tongue with two fingers which he moved rapidly in and out of me. My knees started shaking. He licked the swell of my right ass cheek and nipped me there, keeping me balanced on the edge. Keeping me primed and waiting for the climax only he could give me.
“You wanna use me again, gorgeous?” he whispered against my skin. “Fuck my mouth until you come?”
I nodded and pleaded and bucked my hips out of sheer desperation. I felt him shift, felt his shoulders land on the bed and his head appear under my legs. With a snarl, he dragged my pussy down to his eager tongue and my vision started to darken.
I sat up, speared my fingers in his hair and let my instincts take over. Back and forth I rocked on Rowan’s mouth as his tongue lashed at my clit. The animalistic sounds he made vibrated through my sensitive skin. His strong fingers around my waist held me up, helped my hips move and sway as I frantically chased my orgasm.
My climax tore through me—sharp and sudden—obliterating my ability to remain upright. I collapsed off his face, my chest heaving. He was there a moment later, smoothing the damp hair off my forehead and kissing up my throat.
“Good girl,” he soothed. “So good, so perfect,all mine.”
I was smiling, fully blissed out, when his mouth finally reached my ear. Goosebumps rose at every spot where he sent breath along my feverish skin.
“Again, Charlie,” he said. “You’re going to come for me again.”
With a wicked grin, Rowan flipped once more, yanking my hips back against his muscular thighs. I heard him opening a condom, rolling it on.
