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I arch my back slightly, leaning into him until there is no space between our bodies. He doesn’t say a word, only watches me with that intense gaze that sends a shiver up my spine. I don’t say anything either. Instead, my lips touch his, my hips purposefully grinding down on his thigh until I feel the friction that I’m after through my own sweatpants.

A quiet breath escapes his mouth, and I steal it away, deepening the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip as my hands rake through his hair.

“Alex,” Rowan says quietly.

“Hm?” I hum, prodding his lips open with my tongue.

I moan quietly when he stirs his hips to meet my movement.

“You’re my everything, you know that?” His fingers grip my hip bones, and I pull away for a moment to look at him, but I don’t stop grinding my hips down until I’m full on dry humping him.

“No,” I say breathlessly. “Tell me.”

He gives me a wolfish grin, tilting his head. In a flash, he spins me around and pushes my head down onto the cool marble counter. I feel him push against me, his hard dick right against my ass.

“How about I just show you instead?”

“Yes, please.” My voice is breathy and pleading. I push back against him, and he laughs darkly.

He pushes my shirt up my back before I feel the soft touch of his lips against my spine. He plants several kisses right where the two small dips on my back sit. It’s so tender, tears dance in my eyes.

“Perfect,” he whispers against my skin. “You’re perfect.”

And somehow, that undoes me. The tears spill from my eyes, and I stand straight to face him, taking his face in my hands before he can stop me and kissing him harder than I ever have.

I drink him in, taste every word unsaid between us. He slips his thigh between my legs and this time, I’m shameless. I grind down, wanting to fall apart just for him.

He pulls back, watching me before running a thumb against my cheek, wiping away a single tear and putting it to his lips.

“I’ll always keep you safe, Lexie,” he whispers.

But that’s not why I’m crying. Emotions I don’t understand spin through me so I can only surge forward to kiss him again, deeper and hungrier.

His strained hold on me is my only indicator that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. I rub myself on him, feeling his own dick strain against his pants. I’m so close it almost hurts.

He grabs my throat, pulling me away from his face. “Come for me,” he whispers. “Show me how desperate you are for this.”

So, I do, rocking my hips until the friction is too much and coming in so quickly my mind goes blank from the sheer pleasure running through me.

“Rowan,” I almost scream.

Right there, in his bathroom, our foreheads touch as I ride out my orgasm, electricity jolting through me. I stay there for a moment, breathing heavily against him, my eyes closed and our heads close together.

“You’re perfect,” he tells me again.

And the way he says it makes me believe it’s true. With Rowan, I feel like we can fix this. I feel like I can do anything when I’m next to him.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Alex,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Now, how do you feel about coming again?”

I smile, rolling my hip again despite the wetness of my pants. “I think I’m down.”

He grins and I know I’m in for a long night, which is exactly what I need.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Rowan

Iwake up with the sun streaming into the bedroom. The curtains are still open, looking out onto the manicured back garden and the pool in the distance. It makes a nice picture but the dark grey clouds above loom menacingly, like some sort of bad omen for what’s to come.