The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(84)

“If you’re laughing, there’s a problem here.”

“I can’t help it! Where did you learn to move like that?” Another giggle escapes me. I shut up as his body slides down mine.

I don’t get a warning. Nothing more than a sharp jolt of my nerves when his mouth latches onto my breast. His tongue swirls, teasing me until I’m moaning and thrashing beneath him. All I can do to ground myself is hold on to his hair and tug.

Rowan is a man with impeccable attention to detail. His mouth might be occupied but it doesn’t stop his hands from tracing my other nipple with the gentlest touch. It’s nothing but a whisper of a caress, making my skin burn for him. My entire body feels like he drenched me in lighter fluid and set me on fire.

I groan in frustration, and Rowan’s mouth detaches with a pop. Flames from the fireplace dance across his face, casting him in a golden glow. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Yeah, so is chastity, but you don’t see me practicing it.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Foreplay is important.”

“You fucked me in a car only a couple of weeks ago. The gentleman card has been revoked.”

He laughs. It’s rich and deep, with enough of a rumble to make my toes curl.

“Stay here.” He rises, showing off his impressive bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He undoes the button and zipper partially as he walks toward the kitchen. Drawers bang open and shut before he returns and drops a few condoms on the rug.

He tugs his T-shirt over his head, and I find my mouth dropping open. I want to trace my tongue across his rippling muscles, memorizing the curves and solid edges. His jeans find the same fate as his shirt on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs. My mouth waters at the outline of his cock.

I crawl over to him and trace his bulge with my palm. His head drops back while his fingers find the root of my hair as I uncover his erection and trace his length with the tip of my tongue. That earns me a groan and a tug of pain at my scalp.

“Prove how much you want me.”

Something about his words clangs inside my chest. After everything he shared, his words feel important. Like he half expects me to think of him as lesser-than because he went through life being unappreciated.

I make a mental promise to adore him. To show him that nothing he says could drive me away. I care about the man no one else knows. I even think I love him.

My cheeks burn as I take him in my mouth, one inch at a time. He pushes his dick farther into my mouth, and my clit throbs in response. He controls my body like he does a boardroom—with absolute confidence and a deadly restraint that I find intoxicating.

And I fucking love it.

He pushes more, and the edge of his nails scrape at my scalp. My moan comes out muffled, but it pulls his attention back toward me.

The tips of his fingers caress my cheek. “I’m not sure what I love more. The way you smile at me without abandon or the way you look with your swollen lips wrapped around my cock.”

He loves the way I smile.

My entire body flares to life, and I take back control. I use my hands to pump him farther down my throat, and the moan he lets out has me wanting to devour him until he releases his control.

I graze my teeth across the smooth skin, and his hips buck forward. Whatever dominance Rowan had over the situation snaps and his demon is unleashed. He fucks me like he hates me. Like I bring out all those feelings he can’t stand.

I absolutely love it. In fact, I want more. More of him and more of whatever this is.

The tiny pinpricks of pain barely register as his fingers tug at my hair. He uses me, marking my tongue with his arousal with every shove.

Our eyes connect, and the fierceness in his gaze sends another current of energy down my spine. I cup his balls in response and every muscle in his body trembles.

“Don’t you dare swallow.” He pumps in and out of my mouth over and over again. His shaft shines, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

He groans at the same time as his streams of hot cum hit the back of my throat. There’s so much, I’m convinced I’ll choke, but I take deep breaths and follow through with his request.

He withdraws his cock. “Open.” His thumb traces my bottom lip, smothering it with the mix of my saliva and his cum.

I stare him straight in the eyes as I show him what he wants.

“Fuck.” His gaze burns. “Swallow every last drop.”

My throat bobs as I follow his command.

He drops onto the rug and pushes me down onto my back. His lips return to mine, devouring them. He latches onto the band of my sweatpants and underwear at once, pulling away from my lips only to pull them down. The fire casts me in a golden glow.

“You’re perfect.” He traces the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thigh, making me feel revered. Special. Loved. I’ve never felt as beautiful in my life as I do right now.

He crawls over me. One of his hands slides down my body while his lips find mine again. He kisses me until I’m breathless. Until blood returns to his cock and pre-cum trickles down my stomach, leaving a path of his arousal.

I cup his growing erection, and he shudders above me. Rowan leaves no area of skin untouched or unkissed. It’s as if he wants to memorize the shape of me with his lips. His head rolls to the side when I trace my thumb across the bead of pre-cum and use it to help my hand slide easier across his shaft.