But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to fight him.
Rowan went into the bakery first. Did a ‘walk through,’ whatever the fuck that meant.
Maggie and I waited in my office, her going to sleep on the sofa across from my desk. She was not at all perturbed by new spaces and was quick and happy to claim them as her own. I liked that. No, I loved that.
Rowan appeared in the doorway with a brisk nod that I guessed communicated everything was clear. It was good timing too. My caffeine high was wearing off, and the espresso machine was calling my name.
But before I did that, I had to get some dough ready for the first batch of croissants. That’s what I was thinking of when I walked past Rowan into the kitchen.
“You can go now,” I told him. “There’s no one here. Ronnie isn’t hiding in the pantry,” I joked.
But Rowan was not in the joking mood, it seemed.
He stepped forward, purposefully.
The look in his eyes glued my feet to the floor.
“Gotta have a taste before I go anywhere,” he murmured.
Then he was kissing me. Claiming me.
My body responded immediately, viscerally.
Rowan let out a low growl from the back of his throat, and my whole body vibrated with pleasure.
His hands found my hips, then he lifted me up onto the counter, objects clattering to the ground somewhere far away.
I opened my legs for him to step between, for his hardness to press up against the lace of my panties as he pulled my dress up my thighs.
I let out a groan of pleasure as I ground myself against him, desperate for the friction of his jean clad cock against the thin placket of my panties. The need was overwhelming; I felt ready to climax from just that.
“You don’t want me to fuck you right here and now, you gotta tell me,” Rowan rasped against my lips.
“If you don’t fuck me right here and now, I’ll go crazy,” I whispered, clinging to him.
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before Rowan shoved my dress up to my hips.
I was thankful for the stretchy fabric as I lifted my arms upward, and he yanked it off, throwing it to the floor before bending his neck to suck my aching nipples through the lace of my bra.
I let out a low curse, and my body electrified with need, an orgasm already building up inside of me from his teeth brushing against my sensitive nipples.
My hands clutched his head, throwing off his baseball cap and running through his hair.
“Rowan,” I pleaded.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with need.
“I need you,” I whimpered, my hands moving down to push at his jacket.
He didn’t hesitate in discarding the jacket on the floor. My hands went to the bottom of his tee, yanking it up over his head.
I was desperate, wild… near insane with need. I wanted his skin against mine. Wanted him inside of me.
Rowan seemed to be seized by that same madness as he reached to unclasp my bra, discarding it then cupping my breasts, kneading them, massaging them. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, then he grasped the back of my neck, pulling me forward for one more brutal kiss before he pressed me downward. My back found the cool surface of the counter as he arched my hips up in order to get my panties off.
Rowan let out a low hiss of appreciation as his gaze ran over my naked body.
“Need to taste you before I fuck you,” he declared, pushing my thighs apart before feasting on the apex of them with his eyes.
I’d never been presented to a man like this before. Never felt so desired.
Rowan stared at me a moment longer, then he dove in. His hands were underneath my ass, lifting me upward to him, giving him the angle he needed. The angle I needed.
He was relentless, tongue working expertly against my clit, making my body sing to him. I’d thought that he looked like a man who could eat pussy like a champ, and I had thought right.
No man had ever made me feel like this with his mouth before. No man had ever fucking feasted on me before. I writhed against the cool surface of the counter, arching myself upward to his mouth.
“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled, his words vibrating against my pussy.
I was almost at my breaking point when my eyes met his.
“You gonna come for me like a good girl?” he asked as he pushed a finger inside of me.
My teeth sunk into the flesh of my lip, so hard I tasted blood.
His finger moved inside me, slowly, torturing me. I knew from the wicked look on his face it was intentional, that he could feel how close I was to climax.