Wordlessly, he unthreaded his belt, popped his button and lowered his fly. His cock pushed free of his jeans, thick and long and venous. Its bulbous head was a deep blood-purple. Beads of precome anointed its crown, seeping from the tiny slit there.
Rowan’s heart slammed into her throat.
“C-con…condom,” she stammered.
Still wordless, his jaw bunching, he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and withdrew a small square packet from inside in.
If it was possible, Rowan’s heart beat faster.
She stared at him. At the condom in his fingers. At the massive erection jutting upright from his jeans. Oh God, how was she to take him all?
As if he saw her fear, he drew a long breath as he slowly sheathed his cock with the protective shield. “I will try to be gentle, Rowan. I pr—”
She shook her head. “Don’t.”
The single word was all it took. She saw his eyes dilate. Saw his Adam’s apple jerk up and down, and then he was pinning her to the door, his right hand hooking under her left knee, yanking her foot from the floor.
Parting her moisture-slickened sex.
He penetrated her in one powerful thrust. Buried himself in her heat. She cried out, the fire of his exquisite invasion detonating a wave of pleasure so close to pain for a giddy moment black stars swirled in her vision.
She drove her nails into his shoulders as she was impaled on his cock.
“Rowan…” he rasped, his eyes wide, horror etching his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry, love. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’ll stop. I’ll—”
“Don’t you dare,” she cut him off, even as she bent her leg more around his elbow and squeezed her inner muscles tight on his buried length. “Or I’ll be forced to beat the shit out of you. Got it?”
His nostrils flared. “Got it.”
With that, he thrust up into her. Again and again and again, until nothing mattered in Rowan’s world except the pleasure he wrought on her body. And her complete surrender to it.
And when he came, she came with him.
As she knew she would.
Minutes, maybe hours later—Rowan didn’t know—they leant motionless against the door, their ragged breaths the only sound to be heard. The fading pulses of Rowan’s orgasm throbbed through her, each one squeezing Aslin’s cock still embedded in her sex.
They stared into each other’s eyes, their hips pressed together, her leg hooked over his arm. “Holy shit,” she murmured. “That was…that was…”
The door opened behind her and before either she or Aslin could prevent it, she tumbled backward. Crashing into a hard, firm body.
“Damn, sis.” Chris’s laughing voice flooded Rowan’s cheeks with embarrassed heat as Aslin leapt out of his trailer and scooped her off her brother. “This is going to fuck me up for life. On the plus side, I see your head is feeling better.”
Chapter Ten
Saving Chris from a horny kangaroo was probably the most surreal thing Aslin had ever done. Thank God, the media had departed by the time the marsupial decided the man scratching its fur was its type, locked its front legs around his hips and began to mount him.
Aslin had never seen so many frantic, embarrassed zoo staff run so quickly to save the shocked American actor. Nor had he heard Rowan laugh with such unabashed mirth. She stood to the side of the enclosure, arms wrapped around her belly, tears streaming down her cheeks as Chris yelped in surprise. The kangaroo keepers battled the determined animal and the zoo manager barked horrified commands.
It wasn’t until the kangaroo levered back onto its thick, powerful tail in an attempt to reposition Chris, that Aslin realized the staff weren’t having much luck controlling the situation.
In three strides, he crossed the lush grass, elbowed his way between the roo’s chest and the actor and—with a shove he knew wasn’t gentle—dislodged the rather unfortunate embrace.
“Holy shit.” Chris stumbled sideways, his face an incredulous grin. “That’s taking my animal magnetism to a whole different level.”
From the sidelines, Rowan’s laughter grew louder.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Huntley.” The zoo manager wrung his hands together, disbelief turning the apology to a strangled squeak. “I don’t understand—”
Chris laughed, holding up a hand to the mortified man. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m good.”
“That’s what the kangaroo was thinking as well,” Rowan called.
Aslin turned and gave her a look, fighting his own laugh. The roo keepers were standing beside Rowan, holding the animal by a leash as she and Tilly petted its muscled back. Whatever had aroused its interest in Chris had seemingly passed and the animal was now happy to munch on the grass under its paws without any interest in the humans around it.