The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(85)

Rowan slides down some more until his mouth lines up with the area desperate for him. I jolt when he runs his tongue across me. Sparks scatter like fireworks across my skin, and my hands grab onto his thick locks. He chuckles against me, making the best vibration against my clit. I have an out-of-body experience as Rowan brings me to the brink of pleasure. I claw at him, trying to find something to secure me to Earth.

His lips find my clit and he sucks at the same time as one of his fingers slides into me. I’m granted no reprieve as Rowan propels another into me. My entire world turns technicolor. Colors burst behind my eyes as I explode around him. He chases my orgasm with a kiss, muffling up my moans like he wants to own them.

I’m trembling by the time I come down from the high. He slides his thumb across my arousal before tracing my bottom lip. “Taste how much you want me.”

My tongue darts out, licking my lip before teasing the tip of his thumb.

His eyes turn predatory as he flips me over and lifts me up on my knees, changing our direction so I face the city skyline. I’m not sure where to look. Him kneeling behind me or the bright lights shining in front of me.

The telltale rip of foil fills the silence. Heat pools within my lower stomach. My palms press into the thick rug, and I take a few deep breaths.

Rowan’s body presses into my back, enveloping me in his warmth. The heat of his breath sends my nerves into overdrive as he presses the tip of his cock into me.

He kisses the base of my spine. “You weren’t supposed to make me smile or laugh.” He nips at the edge of my ear before tracing my earrings with his finger. “You weren’t supposed to work your way under my skin like venom with no kind of antidote.” He slides only the tip into me. I push back, but he moves too, holding me hostage.

“And you were never supposed to make me want more.”

Heat blooms in my chest. I gasp as he thrusts his cock into me with one push. My body burns from the intrusion, and tears prick my eyes.

“But now it’s too late.” He smooths out my hair before wrapping it around his hand like a rope.

He tugs. “You’re mine.”

My arms tremble, barely holding me up. His words batter against my heart. Rowan usually might not say much, but tonight he won’t stop. Each word works its way down to my soul, fusing together the broken bits Lance left behind in his wake.

His hand clutching my hair tightens. “Say it.” He slams into me so hard, I slide forward on the rug, burning my knees.

I can only respond with a moan as he slides out of me to do the same thing all over again.

“Say you’re mine.” He slides out to the very tip, leaving me feeling empty.

“I’m yours,” I cry out. I’m rewarded with another rough thrust of his hips, but this time he brushes against my sensitive spot.

Pressure builds within me. The tingling starts at the top of my spine and reaches all the way to my toes. One of Rowan’s hands grips onto my hip while the other tugs on my hair, forcing me to look over my shoulder at him. The view in front of us is nothing compared to the one of Rowan coming undone as he thrusts into me over and over. I’m entranced, clawing at the rug when all I want to do is sink my fingers into his skin and never let go.

Forget sparks. Together, we’re a raging inferno so blistering, I’m scared that I’ll burst into flames if I touch him. It’s fitting, seeing how falling for Rowan is like playing with fire. One wrong move can consume me. Ruin me. Turn me into nothing but ashes in his wake.

But I want to risk falling in love anyway in the hopes that we create something beautiful together. Like a diamond built under pressure, with flaws that make us stunning. I want that kind of love with Rowan. The one that is as passionate as a wildfire and as long-lasting as a gem.

One of the hands gripping my hips moves onto my clit. His thumb presses against the sensitive flesh, shoving me into sweet oblivion. Rowan holds on to me as he plunges into the dark after me.

He’s perfect. We’re perfect. Everything is so perfect, I’m afraid of saying anything aloud. This is more than lust, but I refuse to be the first to admit it. No matter how tempted I am.





40





Rowan





Zahra’s hand shivers against mine. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

She rearranges a scarf over her face. Her entire body trembles despite me lending her my only coat because Ani packed her a jean jacket.

The two pom-poms at the top of her hat bob as she follows me down the busy street. “Does this surprise include something warm to drink? I can barely feel my toes anymore.”

“That’s because your sneakers aren’t meant for this weather.”

“I don’t think my sister had a clue how cold it gets here.” She rubs her gloved hands together.

I should’ve bought her better winter clothes while we were here. She’s trembling like a leaf and I’m afraid she’ll fly away with the next gust of wind.

“You’re not ready for a Chicago winter if you think this is cold.”

“I didn’t know I was expecting a Chicago winter anything.”

I smack one of her pom-poms. “You’re my date for the New Year’s Eve gala.”