Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(43)

“Patience, angel,” he rasps into my ear.

His hand skims down over my bare belly, making me shiver. He slips lower, down over the front of my skirt, and my eyes flutter shut — breath panting, wanting this.

He pulls the skirt higher, and his hand moves between my legs.

“We can stop anytime you want,” he whispers.

I shake my head side to side.

Fingers find my panties, and I gasp, my eyes going wide as I feel him touch me there.

“Fuck, Eva,” he groans into my ear.

“Sorry, I- I don’t own anything, like, sexy or anything,” I mumble.

He pulls back, looking right into my eyes. “Does it look like I give a fuck about that?”

I bite my lips, and I’m shaking my head when his finger traces over my seam.

My eyes shut as I moan.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“If you think that’s good…” he murmurs. His fingers reach the edge of my cotton panties, pulling them down.

Lower.

And lower.

My pulse roars in my ears, as he skims them off my hips, pushing them lower with one hand until they’re halfway down my thigh.

“Then you’re going to love this.” His hand cups me there between my legs, and I whimper into his neck. A finger slips between and slowly, he pushes in.

My world blurs.

His finger strokes me, pushing slowly in and out, and I’m so wet I think there must be something wrong with me.

There is. I’m standing in Rowan Hammond’s dive bar with my panties pulled down and his hand between my legs. I think that might be the definition of “something wrong with me.”

He’s moving slowly, deliberately, again and again. He adds a second finger, moving in and out of me, his palm against my clit. I’m clinging to his shirt, kissing him fiercely, letting my tongue dance with his as he pushes me higher to places I’ve never felt before.

I’m rocking my hips against his hand, shameless, wantonly.

Wanting this.

It’s so wrong, but God help me, I want it.

“Rowan,” I gasp “I-”

“Next lesson,” he growls into my ear.

“What?” I manage to pant, clinging to the last edges of my reality as I feel myself start to tumble.

He sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “I want this sweet little pussy to come for me.”

I start to explode.

It’s that fast. It’s the filthiness of his words, the crassness.

The dirtiness of it.

The fact that I’m standing in a dark dive bar with my cotton panties around my knees, my skirt pulled up, my blouse open, and the most wicked man I know with his fingers inside of me.

And he’s about to make me come harder than I ever have before.

“I-”

“Come, now.”

I scream into his kiss as the orgasm rocks through me, my head spinning, the room whirling, and my knees going weak. He’s catching me, holding me, pulling me closer.

His hand stays between my legs.

“Class adjourned,” he murmurs into my ear.





Chapter Nineteen





Rowan




Eva’s head drops back as she sags against me, her long blonde hair a tangled mess across her face and shoulders and her eyes squeezed shut.

Holy fuck.

Her small hands grab at my shirt as she swallows, her chest rising and falling as I slowly stroke her through the aftershocks.

The aftershocks from making her come; hard.

There’s a dark, twisted thought that I maybe have just given this girl the first orgasm from a man ever — the first time she’s come with fingers other than her own.

I don’t know what it is that’s so hot about that thought, but it’s got me breathing fire. It’s got me harder than stone.

I don’t pull my hand away from her. I don’t want to stop touching her, ever.

Hell, I just want more.

I want to slide my fingers back into her center. I want to pull them out and lick them clean. I want to get on my knees, grab her ass, slip one of her legs over my shoulders and taste her sweet, untouched pussy and make her come all over again on my tongue.

I want her on her knees, praying in front of me, her lips around my cock.

And I want to bend her over the bar and just fuck the pure and sweetness right out of her.

Something tells me making her come on my fingers is about as much “new” as Eva can process tonight, though. Reluctantly, I pull my hand from between her legs.

Her eyes open, and there’s something fierce in them.

They’re different. They’re…open.

I grin.

They know sin now, that’s what that look is.

From me.

She swallows again, and as the redness blooms back into her cheeks, I can see that wildness leaving her eyes again. And then she’s back — worried, timid, pure.

The Eva from before.

“I- I should go.”