“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
“I want inside you too, lass. Desperately.”
Her hands cup my face, and as she spreads her legs, she presses her mouth to mine, letting her tongue tell me exactly what she wants. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I slowly push in and catch her exhale on my lips as I stretch her open.
“You all right?” I whisper.
“So good,” she says, so I move a little bit deeper, ever so carefully, pumping in and out, easing in. “So, so good.”
My hand cups her face, and I tenderly drag my thumb over her cheek as our kisses become fervent, much needier than before, but I’m not urgent with my thrusts—I keep those controlled and really focus on her mouth, on making that connection.
That is, until she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in all the way. She gasps while I grunt, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head.
Warm.
Tight.
Goddamn heaven.
That’s what she feels like. Fucking heaven.
“More, Rowan,” she begs. “I need more. I need you to move.”
I need it too.
Keeping my mouth on hers, I lift up slightly for a better angle and start to thrust in and out of her. I take it slow at first, dragging out each pulse, making sure she can feel every inch of me. And with every second that passes, I pick up the pace until we’re both breathing heavily and our bodies are slapping together, our movements becoming erratic, our pleasure mounting.
“God, I can’t get deep enough,” I say before moving my mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts.
“Flip me over.”
Taking charge, I do just that and prop her ass up. I get up on my knees, position myself at her entrance, and drive forward.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, squeezing tightly around me. “Yes, Rowan. Oh my God, yes. Just like that.”
I grip her hips, my control starting to waver as I pump into her over and over again. Her moans tear through the silent night.
“Never been this good,” I say. “Never.”
“More. Harder.”
I pick up the pace, really slamming into her. My heart rate feels out of control, my movements sloppy and out of sync, but it doesn’t matter as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine and starts to spread through all my limbs. I’m about to come, and I’m about to come hard.
“Yes, Rowan. Yes. Oh my God.” She clenches around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her, and in seconds, my balls tighten and a feral groan flies out of my mouth. I’m coming right along with her.
“Mother . . . fucker,” I call out, blackness surrounding me, nothing in my entire life ever feeling this damn good.
I pump into her a few more times before we both collapse on the bed.
Sated.
Pleasured.
Fucking spent.
I kiss the spot between her shoulder blades and then the back of her neck. She turns her head, and I find her lips. I slowly kiss her for a few more seconds before I pull away and take care of my condom.
When I return to the bed, she’s worked her way under the covers and has a corner pulled down for me to climb in. Once I’m situated, she’s like a magnet to metal, quickly pressing herself to my side and resting her hand on my chest.
I gently run my hand through her hair and listen to the light rain that’s started to pelt the roof.
“I love the rain,” she says quietly. “We don’t get much of it out in California, but when we do, I always make sure to open a window, sit back, and just listen. I feel spoiled that I get to hear it all the time here.”
“For a while, I hated rainstorms, because of Callum. They just reminded me of him, but now I’m starting to think of them as more of a moment to connect with my brother. To remember the good times.”
“Tell me one of them.”
Smiling, I give it some thought, reaching back into my Rolodex of memories. “Da hates being startled. He freaks out every time and always says, ‘Get tae! What’re ye doin’？’” She chuckles along with me. “So, Callum and I used to try to come up with different ways to startle him and record it. This one time Callum thought it would be genius to hide in the fridge.”
“What? How did he do that?”
“Maw always waits till we’re almost out of food before she goes shopping, so it was the perfect moment. She was out at the market in Kyle. Da was watching rugby and knew he had a few beers left in the fridge. We removed all the shelves, and Callum snuck in when he heard Da coming to get a beer. I was acting as if I was looking for a snack in one of the cupboards, but secretly I was recording. Da opened the fridge, and Callum popped out. He scared the living daylights out of Da, who was so startled he punched Callum dead in the face. Not on purpose, just out of a pure gut reaction to fend off what he said at the time was the ‘feckin’ Loch Ness Monster.’”