Page 30 of Entangled
“Tell me.” He curves his finger, massaging my G-spot in rhythm with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” I whimper, bucking my hips. The bastard slows down even more, so I dig my nails into his scalp. “Please don’t stop.”
A devilish gleam lights his eyes. “I like it when you beg.”
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HENRY
Mood Music: “Lips on You” by Maroon 5
I’m an asshole—there’sno questioning that—but so help me God, I’m loving the power shift. Hearing the moans and needy whimpers leaving Rowan’s lips is driving me insane in the best of ways. With her addictive sweetness, the way she’s clenching around my fingers, and the feel of her hands on me, there is nowhere I’d rather be than on my knees in front of her.
I could spend the rest of my life watching this woman unravel.
“Henry, please…” She bucks her hips, thrusting her pussy against my face. “I’m so close.”
Sealing my mouth over her, I gently suck her clit while teasing her with the tip of my tongue. I haven’t gone down on a woman since Chelsea, and that was years ago, so I wasn’t sure I’d remember how. Turns out eating pussy is like riding a bike. It’s satisfying to know I’ve still got it.
Rowan moans and tightens her hold on my hair. I take that as my signal to increase the pressure. She digs her heel into my back while her other leg buckles, but I hold her steady. Seeing her like this, pinned to the wall and spread open for me, is a fucking gift.
And it’s been a long fucking time since I unwrapped any presents.
“Henry,” she says on a gasp, grinding her sweet pussy on my face. “Oh, fuck.” She clenches around my fingers as I ramp up the intensity.
Then she detonates.
She claws my head and bucks her hips, wailing my name like a naughty prayer. No joke, the woman is even more gorgeous when she comes. Her body pulses and spasms as I carry her through one orgasm right into another.
Then one more.
Nothing compares to this woman. Her taste. Her scent. How she calls out my name. I have never wanted anyone the way I crave her.
Rowan grabs my face to get my attention. “Fuck me.”
It suddenly dawns on me that I don’t have a condom. I got tested after my divorce because I thought Chelsea cheated. She didn’t. I was just a shitty husband. While I’m not worried about getting something from a woman who hasn’t left the house in fifteen years, I have no idea where Rowan stands on birth control.
“Got any condoms?”
She snorts, removing her leg from over my shoulder. “Yeah, six cases of them in my closet. You know, for all those gentleman callers I don’t get.”
“I’m serious.”
“No, Henry, I don’t have any condoms.” Her eyes meet mine as she steadies herself. “But if you need a green light, I’m on the pill, and I trust you.”
Greener words have never been spoken.
14
ROWAN
Mood Music: “Not Afraid Anymore” by Halsey
The feral gleamin Henry’s eyes tells me he’s about to fuck my legs out from under me. I’m more than ready for that to happen. Like, yesterday.
Everything about him screams barely leashed. Forget leashes—I want to cut the animal inside him loose. I want him wild and untamed. I need to see him lose control.
With me.
