Page 53 of Entangled
I melt into his embrace and rub circles on his lower back, desperate to have him closer. I never knew I was so affection-starved until I met him.
A gust of wind blasts us. Henry turns, shielding me from the cold. “Why’s your hair so wet?”
“Because I just got out of the shower after shoveling. That’s why I didn’t hear the door.”
“Makes sense.”
“Then I saw that you already left—seemingly in an attempt to avoid me—and I ran out here to give you a piece of my mind.”
“I wasn’t avoiding you, Princess.” His gaze lingers on my lips. “But you should go back inside. It’s too cold out here.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you come too, and we’ll have an early dinner? I made beef stew.”
“I’d love to, but I can’t. One of the other guys called out sick, so now I’m doing his route, Tony’s route,andmine. I still have a bunch of stops left.”
“I’ll pack some for you to eat on your way.”
He shakes his head. “Save it for the next time I’m here. The roads are still shitty. I can’t be driving around one-handed. The last thing I need to do is wreck the stupid truck.”
“OK, fine.” I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. Then another because I can’t help myself.
Henry holds me even tighter and brushes his lips over my ear. “What are you doing to me, Rowan?”
“Decreasing your grump factor, I hope.”
“Good luck with that.” He laughs, his breath tickling my ear. “We’re heading in the right direction though.”
“There’s another direction I’d like to explore.” I slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine.
I kiss him like I’m starved for his taste. Like nothing exists but this moment, and I’ll die if I don’t feel his lips on mine. Groaning, he deepens the kiss and spears his hands into my damp braid, loosening it.
It’s so incredible to feel wanted. To have someone just as hungry for you as you are for them. It’s a high I don’t ever want to come down from.
Feeling suddenly empowered, I let my fingertips travel to his waistband, then make short work of unbuckling his belt. Desperation fuels the needy ache between my thighs. It’s almost too much to bear.
He breaks the kiss when I pop open the button on his pants. “What are you doing?”
“Figure it out.” I lower his zipper and grip his cock through his boxer briefs.
I love touching this man. He’s so thick and long. Rock hard and ready for me. It’s one thing to see his arousal, but tofeelhis response to me—to my touch—awakens a wantonness I didn’t know I was capable of. I give him a few strokes, slowly rubbing him up and down like I’ve got all the time in the world.
Then I sink to my knees.
His eyes widen. “Rowan.”
“Yes?” I tug his pants and boxers down, so his heavy cock springs free. Smiling up at him, I brush my lips along his length. “You were saying?”
“You don’t have to—”
I lick circles on the tip before taking him into my mouth. I start off slowly, kissing and licking him like a favored treat.
His breath hisses out of him. “Holy shit.”
Knowing he’s too big for my mouth alone, I grip the base of his cock and take him to the back of my throat. His hips jerk, the slew of curses racing from his lips enough to make a sailor blush.
Good. I want to watch him unravel. His eyes lock with mine as I peer up at him from beneath my lashes.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” He groans and braces himself against a stack of boxes.
