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Chapter nineteen

~LIVIA~

I don’t know what possesses me.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at me like I’m something worth believing in. Maybe it’s the way he just told me everything. No bravado, no arrogance, just truth. Or maybe it’s the way he made me feel tonight, like I’m not just some girl trying to prove herself. Like I already have.

Whatever it is, I move before I can talk myself out of it.

I grab his hoodie, fist it in my hands, and pull him down to me, crashing my lips against his. Rowan makes a sound, something low and pleased, before he kisses me back, slow at first, like he’s giving me a chance to change my mind.

I don’t.

His hands find my waist, dragging me closer, my chair scraping against the floor. His grip is firm and possessive, and when I shiver, he smirks against my lips.

“Couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“You’re the one following me like a shadow,” I exhale sharply.

He chuckles, pressing deeper into me, kissing me like he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth, the taste of me. Like he needs this just as much as I do.

God, how did I not see this before?

How did I not realize that underneath all that arrogance, all that cocky, infuriating attitude, there’s a hurt, grieving man who just wanted to protect his peace and what’s left of his family? And isn’t that what we’re all trying to do?

I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the heat of him, his muscles tensing under my touch.

And then he groans, a rough, wrecked sound, as he suddenly deepens the kiss, his hands tightening on me.

I gasp as he tugs me onto his lap in one smooth movement, his hands gripping my hips. I feel him beneath me, hard, thick, and warm.

“Livia.” His lips trailing down to my jaw, then my neck. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you tonight.”

I suck in a breath, my entire body flushing hot as his teeth graze my skin.

“I was gonna be good,” he hums against my throat, his voice dark, teasing.

“You’re never good.” I shudder, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“True.” His lips press against my skin as his hands slide lower. “Stand up,” he whispers before planting one last kiss on my neck.

I look at him, a little confused, as his hands help me ease off his lap.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He watches me with a small smile, his eyes raking over my body.

I feel my face heat up at his words as I stand before him.

Rowan leans back against the chair, legs spread wide, his hands resting on his thighs. The heat in his gaze makes my pulse stutter, my breaths coming short.

“Undress for me, baby.” His voice is low, edged with hunger.

“Rowan…” My face burns, and I shake my head.

His smirk deepens, all dark and wicked.

“You want me to go first?” he asks, leaning further back, his legs spread. My eyes drop to his tattooed hands as his fingers start unbuckling his belt. “I’ll take something off for you,” he drawls, shifting his hips up as he pulls the belt out of the loops. “And then you take something off for me.”

“That’s not fair,” I breathe out, watching the sliver of his V-line flashing below his hoodie as he raises his hips off the chair. God, he looks sinful. “I only have my dress.”

“Lucky me,” he says, mischief dripping in his voice.

He tilts his head, eyes roaming over my body like he’s already unwrapping me with his mind.

“Your turn.” His belt clatters to the floor before his hands return to the button of his pants.

I shift on my feet, suddenly hyper-aware of how little space separates us. My hands tremble as they reach for the zipper of my dress. I’ve never done this before. My fingers falter, and I swallow.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice softens just enough to make my stomach flip.

I meet his gaze as he leans forward to place both hands on each side of my hips. “You’re safe with me. Always.” His eyes flick up to meet mine, dark and sure. “And you’re the best fucking view I’ve ever seen.” His hands slide up my thighs before vanishing completely as he leans back down, leaving me standing between his legs.

I want to do this for him. With him.

I exhale, steadying myself, and pull the zipper down. The soft fabric loosens against my body, slipping off my shoulders.

Rowan’s jaw tightens. His fingers flex against his thighs like he’s restraining himself from yanking me onto his lap.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Keep going.”

I let the dress slip lower, exposing the smooth curves of my skin inch by inch. His gaze darkens, tracking every movement.

When the dress pools at my feet, I fight the urge to cover myself. I’m standing before him in just my lacy green panties and bra, my body bared under the weight of his stare.

“Fucking hell.” His voice is rough, strained. “Look at you.”

A shiver races down my spine as I bring my arms up to cover myself, nerves prickling at my skin. But Rowan sees it, feels it. He shifts, and his hands wrap around me like a safety net.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs before leaning forward to place a kiss on my tummy. “You’re breathtaking.”

A thrill pulses through me, sending heat straight to my core.

I reach for the clasp of my bra, my fingers shaking, but before I can unhook it, I hear Rowan’s voice, low and deep.

“Stop.”

I freeze.

“Come here,” he orders, patting his lap. I hesitate for just a second before his strong hands haul me onto his lap. I gasp against him, my dress slipping off my dangling feet as I part them to straddle his lap.

“Feel what you do to me.” Rowan’s hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as he rocks me against him. I can feel his hard length pressing against me, and a rush of heat washes over me. I roll my hips against him, wanting more.

“God, Livia,” he breathes, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I think I like you this needy.” I bite my lip, pushing myself closer.

His dark laughter vibrates through me, that familiar cocky glint in his gaze.

“You think you can handle me?”

“I think we’ve established that I can.” I arch an eyebrow, feeling bold again.

With a smile, he grips my waist and stands up with me wrapped around him. My legs lock behind his back, and I hear the sound of to-go boxes being slid across wood as he shoves them away.

He sets me down on the table, pressing against my spread legs while he keeps kissing down my neck.

“Rowan, someone might see,” I try to protest, but it’s weak.

“They can watch if they have a death wish,” he says before pressing himself harder.

His right hand slides up my thigh, fingers brushing against my skin, teasingly close to my core. My breath catches as he finds my panties, his fingers gently pushing the fabric to the side, exposing me to him.

“God,” I whisper, feeling the cool air against my wetness.

I arch my back as he finds my clit, his fingers circling and playing with me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

“So sensitive,” he coos.

“Rowan, please,” I beg, the need for more overwhelming.

“Please, what?” he teases, pressing a kiss to my collarbone before focusing back on my core, his fingers relentless in their exploration. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I breathe, urgency lacing my words.

“Want me how?” His gaze locks onto mine, dark and playful. “Want me to make this pussy come?”

“Yes! I need you to…”

He pushes his fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.

“I like it when you’re needy, too,” he says, giving my words back to me. He starts moving his fingers in and out as his thumb circles my clit.

With each stroke, I feel myself teetering on the edge, pleasure flooding my senses.

“Let it all go for me,” he grits out, his fingers moving faster, more insistent.

The tension snaps, and I’m falling, the wave of pleasure crashing over me as I come undone against his fingers, my body shaking with the release.

His fingers still work me through my orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

As the waves subside, I gasp for breath, my body still humming with the aftershocks of ecstasy.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, a satisfied look playing in his eyes before he leans closer.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine in a slow, teasing kiss.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Do you want to come again?” he asks, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck.

“Yes,” I gasp, my body arching into his touch.

He looks down at me, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Yes…what?”

“Please,” I urge, my voice shaky with want.

He grins with hunger, and in an instant, he’s capturing my lips again, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

The kiss deepens, growing more frantic, more urgent. He pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts. He groans low, mouth closing over my nipple, tongue circling as his fingers tease and pinch the other. I gasp, pleasure shooting straight through me.

“What do you want, baby?” He looks up, his eyes smoldering.

“More.”

“More?” he taunts, and then he switches sides, his mouth hot and wicked against my skin. “What if I want to take my time?”

“Please,” I say, writhing beneath him.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulls back slightly, gazing down at me.

Then he slides his hands under my hips, positioning me perfectly before he grinds down against me, letting me feel every inch of him through his pants, and I gasp at the contact, my body crying out for more.

He moves harder against me as I soak the front of his pants, and the friction sends me spiraling. I can’t think, can’t breathe; I just feel.

“Tell me where you want this,” he urges, his voice thick with need.

“I want you inside of me,” I cry out, my words spilling out before I can stop them.

“Anything for my hellcat,” he breathes, then lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he spins us so he’s the one against the table.

He grinds against me, his erection pressing at my core. The sensation sends shockwaves through my body, and I arch into him, craving more.

“Look who’s insatiable now.” He chuckles darkly, his eyes dancing with mischief.

And he’s right.

I can’t get enough. I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer as our bodies move together, the heat intensifying with every roll of his hips.

I feel his hand slide between us to pull the front of his jeans down, freeing his erection. I let out a gasp as the velvety feel of his hard cock presses against my spread lips.

“Look down,” he orders, and I obey, dropping my eyes between us, seeing my pussy lips wrapped around him.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, closing my eyes at the sight. I want to feel him, skin to skin. I drag my eyes back up, meeting his. “I’m on birth control,” I manage to say as my heart races.

A slow, wolfish grin spreads across his perfect face. “You want my dick raw, hm?”

His words send another wave of heat through me.

“Yes.” I nod frantically, trying to roll my hips against him.

“As you wish.” His eyes darken, his fingers brushing against my clit, teasing me for a moment before he moves up on the table with me on top of him.

“Ride me.” His voice is low and commanding, making my heart race.

“What?” I can hardly believe the words leaving his mouth.

“Use me to fuck that pussy raw.”

Oh my god.

For a moment, I can only stare at him as my brain short-circuits. I huff out a breath, my walls tightening in anticipation before my hands curl around the fabric of his hoodie.

“Take this off,” I say, pulling his hoodie up and exposing the deep-cut V-line and the bottom of his abs. “Now,” I add.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, shifting under me to pull the hoodie over his head before tossing it to the side. I place both hands on his chest, looking down, taking in every inch of his toned, tattooed body. It’s too dark for me to make out the shapes and patterns of his tattoos, but he’s covered in them. It should not be possible for someone to look like this. Rowan has an eight pack. Not four, not six. Eight.

“I'm all yours to play with, baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hands up my thighs on each side of his body.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I slide my hands down his torso. All mine to play with. I have my very own NHL superstar to do with as I please. A slow smile stretches across my lips, my bottom one still trapped between my teeth.

I shift, using my knees to lift myself before wrapping my hand around his cock. He rolls his hips into my hand with a strained grunt, making my smile wider. I love what my touch does to him. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way he lets me take him at my own pace.

“Are you going to be good?” I ask, my hand working his throbbing cock up and down.

“The best,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs.

I shift, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance with my hand, spreading my arousal. Rowan sucks in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into my skin. The sensation sends a shiver through me, my eyes fluttering closed as his grip on my hips tightens.

“God,” I choke out as his tip spreads me open, both hands flying out to his chest to keep from falling. I look down, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me.

I manage a strangled moan when I feel him stretch me to my limit.

“Now, take control, baby.”

I look at him, seeing the reassuring, hungry look he gives me. I rock my hips slowly at first, feeling him stretch me as he slides deeper. A gasp escapes my lips, pleasure rippling through me.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathes, his hands tightening around my waist.

I moan as I roll my hips again, feeling every inch of him inside me.

I begin to move more confidently, rolling my hips against him, driven by the pleasure building inside me. His head falls back against the table, and I can’t help but smile at the power I feel in this position.

“Fuck, yes,” he encourages, his voice thick with desire. “You were made to ride this dick, weren’t you?”

My cheeks flush with heat, but I can’t deny the thrill coursing through me at his words. I pick up the pace, each thrust empowering me. His thick length fills me completely.

“You’re so big,” I gasp, still trying to adjust to his size and the way he stretches me.

“You’re in control, Livia.” His hands slide down to my thighs, guiding me as I grind against him.

“Fuck, Rowan,” I cry out, his words sending another thrill through me before I drag myself up. I feel him slide out of me a couple of inches before I bring myself down on it again.

With every movement, he matches my rhythm, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the night air. The heat between us grows, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the way he watches me with hungry eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes, his voice hoarse.

I moan, leaning forward, pressing my lips against his neck, kissing and biting as I continue to ride him.

“Just like that, baby,” he urges, his hands gripping my hips tighter, guiding me as I move.

The words send another wave of pleasure through me, and I can feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“I’m so close…”

I ride him harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The world around us fades away, and it’s just him, just his cock buried inside me and the feel of his body beneath me.

“Rowan!” I cry out, my inner walls trembling as I reach my peak, the waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless.

“Fuck, that’s it!” he exhales, his grip on me tightening, his own release not far behind.

Then he groans, his head thrown back, and I can feel him filling me, his pleasure mixing with mine in an intoxicating rush. I feel his cock swell and then spill, hot and heavy inside me. It’s a moment that makes me lose all of my body function. I go limp as the waves of satisfaction rock through me. Rowan squeezes my ass and lifts it up and down on himself, filling me up with every ounce of his pleasure.