My Everly.
But just as soon as it began, it’s over. The ferocious kiss breaks when I yank the towel off her and drop it to the floor. Everly gasps, the cold air running up her body and causing those pink, pale nipples to harden.
My eyes flicker down her face, to her chest, and the tattoo stands out more now because until the end of time and space—I’ll want her.
Just like this.
Naked, for only my eyes to see.
Chapter 16 Everly
What. Is. Happening.
Am I dreaming? Because there is no way this is real. Rowan would never kiss me. Not after everything I’ve done.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, worrying my lip between my teeth.
He seems wild. The look in his eyes is far from sane. We can’t do this. We shouldn’t be here in this position. Even though I want it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
He runs his knuckles down my cheek, neck, and traces over my collarbone. My breath escapes my body in quaking sighs. “I wish I knew,” he says with a pinch of his brows.
I haven’t been this close to him in so long that I have no idea what to do. My hands are stuck to the wall, flat, unsure of how to handle this situation. I need to back away. I need to end this. But I’m trapped. The wall has my back, and Rowan has me caged in.
“Rowan.”
He closes his eyes and moans. “When you say my name like that…”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Like even the taste of it makes you want me… you have no idea what it does to me.” His arms shake as he bows his head. The thick brown hair falls out of place as he runs his fingers through it, trying to grab hold of some type of sense or logic.
But when he glances down, he sees my naked body bared before him. He snaps his head up, stealing my breath. I gaze into his perfect face. His chiselled jaw, his perfect cheekbones. His dark pupils are dilated. Staring at me is a man that has been possessed. Black circles stare at me, the crystalline colored iris gone and replaced with desire.
His knuckles drag down my chest and over my nipple, causing it to bounce. He growls deep in his throat; the rumble sending me back to the cab of his truck all those years ago. I try not to react. I try and fight the wave of desire. For all I know, this is his way of getting back at me. He’ll rev my body up and then leave it, leaving me alone to throttle my engine.
“You’re still so beautiful, Everly,” he whispers with awe and captivation, as his eyes linger on my body. “I don’t understand this need I have for you.” He continues to slide his knuckles along to my other breast as he explains himself. “You’re so easy to get lost in. Nothing has ever been the same without you in it. I don’t understand it.” He journeys down my stomach, dipping his finger into the cave of my navel before drifting to the trimmed bush covering my pussy. “I’ve always loved this,” he says with a soft tug of my pubic hair.
I squeak with unexpected pleasure. A soft sting is left behind from the sweet, pleasurable pain of him pulling the course tendrils. My throat is dry from trying to get air into my lungs. I still have no idea what is going on, but since this is all I have ever wanted… I’m going to go along with it until he pulls away.
He smirks and keeps trailing his fingers over my pussy, teasing the slit with his fingers. He pushes my legs aside with force, making more room for himself as he explores.
Something he has never done. Hell, something I have never done.
I let out a gasp of surprise as he slips two fingers inside me. His entire body jerks from the motion, as if he flexed his hips instead. Rowan’s jaw drops with a moan. “You’re still so tight, so hot, and wet. Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
Yes, for you. Only ever for you.
I whimper as he curls his fingers, overwhelmed by the sensation. I already feel close to the edge. Rowan has always had that effect on me. And with years of build-up in my system, I’m not surprised.
Rowan places his forehead on my shoulder, and his breath makes my skin pebble as it puffs over the curve. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he mutters with a push of his thick digits.
I squirm in his hold, whining from the pressure inside me.
“I’ve dreamed of you in my arms again.” His lips press against the top of my shoulder, following the column of my neck until he is kissing me behind the ear.
“I have too, Rowan.” With trembling hands, I push under his sports coat and slip it off, revealing a tight, pale blue button-up shirt that hugs his biceps and chest perfectly. It is as if it’s tailored to his body—probably is.
“Kiss me,” he says, placing his lips directly in front of mine.
Like he has to ask twice! I grab his face with my hands and slam my mouth against his. My tongue duels with his, twisting and turning in a dance of emotion. The moment I start to dominate, he grabs my face with one hand and presses his lips harder against mine. I relent. I give into him like he likes and start to rock my hips against his fingers, needing more of him.
A growl travels down my throat from Rowan. He grips my right hip to keep it still.
“Take my shirt off,” he gasps inside my mouth.
Always with the demands, but I’m happy to comply.
With unstable fingers, I start at the top of his shirt and work my way down. I lick my lips as I see his exposed chest. Light brown hair covers his
