I cup his balls with my free hand and give them a squeeze. His hips surge forward. Arousal coats my tongue and I lave at it, switching between deep sucks and long strokes of my tongue.
Rowan’s hands dig into my hair, his desperation growing as my tempo changes. I’m addicted to the man Rowan becomes with me in private, so unlike his usual quiet, withdrawn self. Because when the walls come down, he’s voracious. Greedy. As selfish during sex as he is in a boardroom.
It shouldn’t turn me on this much, but I’m a lost cause to our desire when it comes to him.
Rowan is quickly becoming my drug of choice. His heavy breathing. Our battle for control. The way he groans my name like it’s a blessing and a curse.
His entire body shudders as I give him one last pull with my mouth. He lets out a hiss of air when I release him and crawl back onto his lap.
He blinks up at the ceiling with a hazy gaze. “This is highly inappropriate for a car.”
“We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
The smallest smile graces his lips. “Are you going to show me or tell me?”
“Show. Always show.” I trail some kisses from his lips to his neck.
His hands slide up my dress, disappearing beneath the layers of fabric.
“You’re so stunning that it hurts to stare at you for long periods of time.” He leans in and kisses the spot on my neck that steals my breath away.
My entire body warms from his confession. Maybe because I know Rowan’s not the kind of man who offers meaningless compliments or flowery words. Everything he says has meaning, and he called me stunning.
My eyes get itchy from the emotions swirling in my chest. Rowan makes the thoughts vanish as he tugs my underwear down my thighs. Everything with him feels heightened, from the drag of his calloused fingers across my skin to his warm breath eliciting goosebumps.
I rise onto my knees, giving him room to pull my underwear down my legs. He throws them on the seat while pulling down the cup of my corset, releasing my breast. His lips latch on, and I throw my head back at the sensation. The way his tongue teases me drives me wild.
He groans as I slide my exposed center across his hard naked shaft. My entire body pulses with need, and warmth fills my belly at the velvet feel of him against me. I slide back and forth once more, eliciting another moan from Rowan. He calls out my name, but it’s nothing more than a hoarse whisper under his strained breath.
I turned a rich god into a beggar. A surge of power spirals through me, pushing me to the brink of insanity. I tease his tip and earn a sucked breath. His fingers clench onto my hips with enough strength to bruise.
Our eyes connect. The darkness blazing in his gaze feeds the warmth spreading across my lower half, turning a spark into a fire.
“Your pretty little cunt hasn’t earned my cock yet.” He lifts me enough to slide his hand between us.
My entire face flames. His hand dips inside of me, removing all my control from the situation. My body clenches around his single digit, and I jump when he adds another. His free hand wraps around my hair and tugs, leaving my neck exposed to his lips and my body arched for the taking.
“I was right all along.” His deep chuckle sends another zing of energy down my spine. “You, Zahra Gulian, really are nothing but a fraud. A temptress who hides behind sweet smiles and kind words while hiding this monster within you.” His rough voice does something devious to my lower half. He drags his tongue from my neck to my nipple before grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin.
A shiver spreads across my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“But I see you.” His touch is punishing. Like he dances across the fine line between anger and lust. It’s addictive to know I drive him wild enough to lose all semblance of control over himself. No one knows what kind of animal prowls beneath his skin but me, and I find the secret rather intoxicating.