Page 65 of Entangled
She lets me lead her into the kitchen and secure the door. To my shock, Eugene prances over and rubs against my legs. “Whoa. Didn’t see that coming.”
“He likes you now.”
I cautiously scratch the top of his head. “Hi, Knife Feet.”
He rubs his jaw on my hand, then sashays toward the living room like the majestic beast he is.
I turn back to Rowan. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
“You didn’t. I was listening to depressing music and feeling sorry for myself.”
“Let’s go upstairs, so I can hold you.”
“I like that plan better.” She takes my hand and leads me up to her room, then climbs into bed.
I settle beside her and pull her close, gently running my fingers through her hair. She snuggles closer to me and rests her head on my chest. We lie in silence for several minutes, basking in each other’s warmth.
Just when I think she’s fallen asleep she says, “I love you, Henry.”
I tighten my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. “I love you too.”
And I do. The feeling snuck up on me, but now that it’s here, there’s no going back. I will give her all of me and do everything in my power to make her feel happy and secure. Because that is what she does for me.
She slides her hand beneath my shirt and traces a heart shape on my stomach, her fingertips feathering over my scar. Reaching behind her, I draw a heart on her lower back.
I didn’t come here with any sexual intentions. If anything, I promised myself I would resist her advances and focus on comforting her in other ways. That flies out the window when she climbs on top of me.
Straddling my hips, she leans forward and brushes her mouth over mine. All it takes is one kiss for me to hand over my soul. I palm the back of her head and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine in a slow dance, but I need more.
I will never get enough of this woman.
Rowan gyrates her hips and grinds her pussy against my cock. Groaning, I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze.
She moans into the kiss before pulling back to whisper in my ear, “I need you naked.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I lift her off me and shed my shirt, pants, and boxers at warp speed.
Giggling, she removes her nightgown in a slow tease. When she’s finally gloriously naked, she grips my cock and lines us up. Holding my gaze, she slides down onto me, inch by rock-hard inch. We both moan when I fill her.
“Rowan, you feel so good, baby.” She’s a warm, wet heaven I never want to leave.
She clutches my shoulders and lets her hips take over, rolling them in fluid circles until my eyes cross from the pleasure. She rides me like she doesn’t have a care in the world, and we could stay like this for hours. While I love watching her in the saddle, her leisurely pace is driving the animal inside me crazy. I need her faster. Harder. I just need more.
When I can’t take it any longer, I flip her onto her back, pinning her hands by her shoulders. “My turn.”
“Impatient, much?” she teases.
“You have no fucking idea.” I kneel between her legs and lift them, placing her ankles on top of my shoulders. “Spread those thighs for me, Princess.”
She cries out when I slam inside her and fall into a pounding rhythm. Every moan, every wail, turns me on more. I clutch her hips, pulling her body into my thrusts.
“I love when you fuck me.” Rowan arches off the bed as the headboard thumps the wall.
“Love fucking you,” I grunt between thrusts.
She reaches around to grab my ass and digs her nails into my skin. “Don’t stop. I’m close.”
I lean forward, deepening the angle. Her eyes are pinned to mine, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She’s never been more beautiful. When she wails my name and flutters around me as she comes, I know I’m in heaven.
