Page 10 of One Lustful Summer (Texas Summer #14)

Maggie

There’s a vulnerability in his words. This strong man beside me shares his memories of when his life changed. And it changed for the better.

I shift my body, tucking my legs underneath me, and look over at him as he stares at the creek. I watch while he gathers his thoughts.

“You’re a great dad, Rowan. A great man. Not everybody can do what you’re doing, and it sounds like you have a team full of people at your back. Keep doing it.”

He looks at me, his green eyes searching.

“I can say the same about you.”

He expresses as his hand reaches towards my face.

His calloused fingers brush my cheek and the slide down my neck, stopping where my shoulders begin. He applies slight pressure with his fingers as our heads drift to each other.

I hold my breath. We’ve been here before, on the edge of a kiss. Twice. But something always ends this moment before it begins. I lean forward, taking the lead. His lips are soft and warm, a complete contradiction of any other kiss I have had.

I pull back and lick my lips. Did I overstep? Before I think about what just happened, his hand threads through my hair at the base of my neck and he pulls me closer, as his other hand wraps around my back.

This kiss, in contrast to the previous one, is intense and desperate. Our mouths pressing hard against each other, his lips crush mine until they feel swollen and raw. Our tongues exploring each other as we become lost in the sensations.

I pull back, desperate for air, panting through parted lips. He tastes so good, like heaven, sweet like soda and a little salty, a perfect flavor against my tongue. I grab his face, raking my fingers over the scrub of stubble that gives his chin texture. My nipples harden, yearning to feel my skin against his.

While our bodies shift closer together, he cups my ass and pulls me closer so we are hip to hip. I release a deep groan at the sensation. I should be embarrassed at the sound, but I’m not.

“Maggie,”

his deep grumble makes my name sound beautiful and erotic.

“You taste so good,”

he pants his praise against my neck.

His mouth returns to mine as he devours me. He kisses, licks, and nips my throat. His stubble scraping my skin and leaving behind the most delicious burn. Within moments, I’m withering with desperation for more of him.

I lift his face with my hands to catch my breath. Rowan moves our bodies and my back hits the blanket. He hovers over me, his arms on either side of my head, and places his knee between my legs, close to my core.

He continues to explore my mouth with his tongue, while one hand skims down my arm until his fingers clasp with mine. As the kiss deepens, I’m desperate for more.

We kiss and groan, huffing out hot breaths and shifting our bodies against each other. I squirm against his knee. The ache I fell for him is so deep. If he moves his knee just a little higher, I’d be a goner.

“So fucking perfect,”

he murmurs against my skin. His fingers release my hand and grasp my hip.

I open my eyes, unaware when they closed, my lids so sluggish and heavy with arousal, I struggle to peek at him through my lashes.

His hand slips down to my thigh. His calloused fingers leaving a trail of sparks as he trails them higher until he palms my ass under my shorts.

He gives my ass a squeeze, urging me on as I rub my jean clad core against his knee.

I’ve never felt this desperate before. It’s scary and exhilarating at the same time.

He moves his hand from my ass and pushes the palm of his against the seam of my jean shorts, rubbing it in the spot where I want him.

“You want this, Maggie?”

He asks as he applies more pressure to my core.

“Yes, yes,”

I whimper.

Like magic, he releases the button and zipper instantly on my shorts. His hand splays across my lower stomach, while his thumb rubs underneath the panty line.

I’m so desperate for his touch. My hands reach down to my waist and I help him pull my shorts and panties down. Rowan pulls them down my legs further until he removes the clothing from one leg at a time.

“Open for me, Maggie,”

he tells me, and I do as he says. He sucks in a breath. His green eyes shining like emeralds, his nostrils flaring.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,”

he groans.

“Only for you,” I admit.

With the tip of one finger, he teases a trail up my thigh and through my trimmed curls. My hips buck at the light contact and I lift up trying to get closer to him.

Every touch of his fingers is a brutal tease. I want him inside me, feeling me, but he takes his time studying my body and fingering his way through my arousal until he finds my clit. I throw my head back against the ground and spread my legs wider.

He slides two fingers inside, spearing through my core, gathering my wetness. He spreads it around and over my womanhood. When he adds another finger, the fullness is comforting with him there.

My breath becomes labored. The stretch and fullness is a heady combination. He pulls back and starts again with his thumb rubbing my clit and his fingers curling up to find the magic spot.

Everything happens at once. My stomach tightens, and a tidal wave of heat flows through me. Sparks shoot off behind my eyelids, and I grab onto his shoulders to ground myself.

His movements slow as I float back down. He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them. ”Sweet as fucking honey,”

he groans. He lowers his face to mine, his lips meet mine, giving me a small taste of myself.

When I come down from my orgasm, everything looks brighter. Rowan watches me with a shit-eating grin. Confidence radiating off of him.

I reach towards him, but his hand catches mine.

“What about you? I ask. I want to make him feel as good as I feel…

“Not today. Today was all about you.”

Concerned about sitting out here without my bottom half covered, I stand and quickly shimmy back into my panties and shorts.

When I sit back down, Rowan has a pulled out some cheese, crackers and grapes for us to snack on. Once we have gorged ourselves on snacks, Rowan leads me to the creek and we dip our toes in the warm water. We don’t stray too far, only go to where the water hits our calves.

As we wade into the water, we walk to the end of the clearing and turn back. We clean up the area when Rowan gets a text from his mom that she and Jodi are back in town. We pack up and drive back to the house. Reluctantly, Rowan leaves after a scorching goodbye kiss.