“Just the beginning, pretty lady.” He moves his hands up to my body again and grabs me by the waist, his touch gentle and sure. He moves his hands over the expanse of my waist and up to my breasts, still holding his cock at the opening of my slippery cleft. “I’m just making sure you’re enjoying yourself here. You are, aren’t you?” His dark, rumbling sounds country as hell, and it makes me smile and sends chills and gooseflesh over my entire body. He pushes further inside and closes his eyes, holding himself inside of me for a long moment.
“I am... just... just fuck me.” Rowan laughs and thrusts his full length inside all at once. It’s been so long that Rowan takes my breath away completely when he fills me up. My body fills with heat, and I throw my arms around his neck with abandon, welcoming him, throwing caution to the wind. He leans in close and covers my mouth with his, his full lips hot and surprisingly soft for a man in the throes of lust.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth for someone so pretty,” he whispers, and I find my cheeks turning hot even as he begins to thrust and pump inside of me, his body grinding against my clit and sending jolts of supercharged energy through every cell in my body. “I like it. Such a sweet city girl, with a pussy so tight she might drain me dry.”
My cheeks turn blazing hot at his words, but I’m so giddy, my body taking me higher and higher until I’m riding a wave of pure bliss. Rowan’s movements are slow and steady, and I wrap my legs around him to bring him closer into me. My breath hitches in my throat, and he starts riding me harder, each movement bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I close my eyes, and the sparks begin to rise in my body.
“Rowan, Rowan, oh fuck, Rowan,” I whisper. I’m babbling now, saying his name again and again. My conscious mind is gone, and there’s no telling what might come out of my mouth. “Fuck me, Rowan. Make me come. Please make me come.”
“Cadence, sweet girl. Come on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on me. I feel how wet you are baby, and I want to feel that pussy do what I want it to. Come on baby.”
“Oh shit,” I moan. Rowan’s movements are tightly controlled, and every thrust fills me entirely. Shivers expand over my body, and he’s got me right at the brink. My body starts to rise to another plane of being, and the coil inside of me tightens and tightens until it releases all at once, and my pussy is swelling against his cock, and I’m letting go, my mind tipping into complete blankness, until all I see is fireworks and all I feel is electricity coursing through my veins.
“So sweet, baby girl. So tight. That’s such a good girl, coming like I asked you to. Goddamn, woman.” Just as my climax starts to fade from the shores of my consciousness, just as I start to come back to my reality, Rowan pulls out and flips me on my stomach, raising my ass in the air and thrusting hard into my pussy. Grabbing my hips, he drives himself into me again and again, his cock rock hard, his breath coming faster and faster. “You’re going to make me come, sweetheart, with that sweet, perfect pussy of yours.”
He his cock swells and his muscles tense against my hips, and finally, he lets go, shuddering as he comes deep inside of me. He falls against me and pulls me down onto the bed. I’m still reeling with it--sleeping with a man I’ve only just met, reaching heights of pleasure I’ve never achieved before, and feeling so much more than I ever thought I would after Eli and all the losses I’ve experienced. I close my eyes, falling into the tangle of my thoughts again. Rowan reaches out and runs his strong fingers over the sensitive flesh of my neck. His touch should bring me back to myself, but somehow, it doesn’t. My mind is swirling with doubt, and it doesn’t have anything to do with Rowan.
No. In another life, if I’d met him at any other time, he’d be perfect. But I’m a broken woman. My body literally doesn’t work how it’s supposed to. And from the way I’ve seen Rowan smile at the children at the center, and hell, the way he is with Eliza, I know he wants kids. Even if he doesn’t say it, it’s written all over his face.
This can be a fling, but it can’t be anything else.
“What are you thinking, beautiful girl? You were so gorgeous tonight... it was like watching an angel waltz through the most beautiful thing I’ve ever built in my life. All the money, all the oil, it doesn’t mean a thing compared to Coming Home. And you—” Tears are starting in my eyes, and he doesn’t see them. All of this, it’s all happening so fast. I roll over and pull one of the pillows over my breasts. There’s something that feels wrong about all of this, when moments ago, it felt so perfect, so right. My mind is taking my body back as its property, gaining control again.