I can’t even be mad at his little stunt because hearing those words from him—a guy who annoyed me for years but managed to turn what I thought about him around—changes everything. I love that no one knows about us, and we can be completely honest with one another without any outside noise.
“Not sure I can get used to this charming side of yours…” I lift a brow. “But I kinda adore it.”
He presses a hand to his chest. “Because I’m fuckin’ adorable.”
I shake my head. “You’re too much sometimes.”
“And I’m all yours, baby.”
Chapter Eleven
DIESEL
It’s been two days since Rowan came to my house and we almost got caught by her brother and dad. Luckily, they didn’t ask to come in, and they only talked to me for a few minutes outside, but it was another reminder of how careful we have to be.
Grabbing Rowan’s arm before she walks past me, I guide her into one of the tack rooms in the horse barn and bring her against my chest.
“Jesus!” she whisper-hisses. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” She playfully swats at my chest. “Why can’t we sneak around without you scaring the shit outta me every damn time?”
I cup her face and lower my mouth, brushing my lips against hers. “I like getting your blood pumping.” Waggling my brows, I slide my other hand down her back and squeeze her ass. “Now let me do dirty things to you.”
Rowan’s eyes widen, pulling away. “What if someone walks in?” she asks as I slowly move her backward until the saddle stand stops her.
“They’re free to watch me pleasure you.” I flash her a cocky smile as I grip her hips. “Everyone went to the diner for lunch today,” I tell her. “We have an hour, at least.”
She perks an eyebrow. “And you didn’t go with them? Aren’t you hungry?” The way she so sweetly asks gets my dick hard.
“Oh, sweet Rowan.” My gaze rolls down her tempting body. “Starving.”
My fingers reach for the top of her jean shorts, and she watches as I slowly unbutton them, then lower the zipper.
“What are you doin’?” she asks with a grin.
“I told you…I’m hungry.” I throw her a wink, then drop to my knees. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”
As I slide her shorts down, my cock throbs at the sight. I look up as Rowan snags her bottom lip between her teeth while keeping her hands steadily planted on the saddle behind her.
“You okay with this, Row?” I ask, digging my boots into the floor as I balance my weight in front of her.
She nods with a half-smile. “No one’s ever…” Rowan nervously clears her throat. “But I want you to.”
I tilt my head at her, wondering if she’s fucking with me or not. “What do you mean, no one’s ever…?”
“The few guys I’ve dated didn’t do that.”
“Wait. Are you kiddin’? That’s what they told you, or they never offered?”
“Both.” She shrugs as if she’s embarrassed.
Standing to my feet, I hold her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. She melts against me, wrapping her fingers around my wrists as I slide my tongue inside her mouth.
“That’s because before me, you were with boys, not a man.” I smirk, excited I’ll be the first and only to taste her that intimately. “Another first kiss of yours I get.”
Rowan chuckles, then nods. “I’m glad it’s you.”
I press a quick kiss to her mouth before lowering my body again. Not knowing how soon the rest of the workers will return, we don’t have a lot of time to waste.
When I brushing my lips to the inside of her thigh, she shudders. I’ve barely touched her, but she’s so goddamn responsive; it won’t be long before she’s coming on my tongue.
“Widen your legs, baby,” I tell her. She obliges, and I tease her first, kissing her skin and sliding my tongue on her clit over her panties.
She arches her hips toward me, groaning and holding my head in place. I love how vocal she is, and the way she responds to my touch sends a jolt of electricity through me. I want to please her more than anything, but I also want to taste her.
Pulling back slightly, I gaze up at her and watch as she licks her lips. Her eyes burn into mine, and I know she’s ready.
I slide her thong down, and she steps out of it, baring herself for me. She watches as I tuck it into my pocket, giving me a teasing side-eye.
“What do you think you’re doing with that?”
“Keepin’ my prize.”
“And what do you plan to do with it?”
I lean in close, then rub the tip of my nose along her thigh, inching toward her pussy. “Savor it till the day I die.”