CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

Willow

Anything.

This is insane.

I can’t believe I am standing in the same room as Rowan Preston. Not just in the same room, but so close to him, that I get a full whiff of his expensive cologne.

Being close to him like this has wetness staining my panties. I want—need—something to relieve the pulsing in my sex, and with the way he’s watching me, I know he’s the only one who can ease this ache.

I resist the urge to run my fingers over his biceps and forearms and caress my way up his body.

“Anything?” he asks, his voice deep and sultry, so different from what I’d heard this afternoon in Nora’s—

Nora.

My boss. My best friend.

I am doing this for her.

Liar.

“Yes, I—” I clear my voice to hide how nervous he’s making me. “Anything.”

“Willow…”

“I know what I’m offering,” I hurry to say, cutting him off. “I…anything means…anything.”

I want this; my body is practically vibrating with need. I’ve never had a man drive me crazy like this, make me want like this.

Will he notice my inexperience when he touches me? This fake bravado will no doubt come tumbling down when he realizes I am a virgin.

My pulse races in anticipation when Rowan snakes a hand around my nape and leans in, his dark eyes watching me…waiting…

He runs his gaze over me, leaving a burning trail with every caress of his eyes and driving me crazy with want…

I’m doing this for…

I don’t know anymore. I can’t think with him so close to me.

He smells so good.

His fingers caress the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter to a close.

Please…

“Open your eyes, Angel.”

My eyes open at his words, and—wait…did he call me Angel?

He leans in, and my lips part. Everything falls apart when I feel the warm caress of his breath right before his lips brush against mine. A little moan escapes me, and my knees buckle as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, taking, plundering…

Claiming me in ways no one else ever has.

He dips his hand into my hair, tilting my head back before deepening the kiss.

It’s my first.

My first kiss, and it’s with him. I always imagined my first kiss would be in the back of some pickup truck with some boy my age who wouldn’t be able to tell my lips from my nose, but…it’s with him, and he knows exactly what he is doing.

His lips are possessive and demanding as they press against mine.

I gasp into the kiss when he palms my breast over my t-shirt, caressing my nipples with his thumb. I push into his hands, needing…seeking relief from the heaviness I feel. Rowan slips a hand under the hem of my shirt, pulling it up along with my bra and exposing my naked breast. The feeling between my legs intensifies when he gently squeezes a nipple between his fingers.

His other hand drops to my waist and pops the button of my jeans, fingers slipping into my panties and caressing the heat of my sex.

“Rowan,” I cry out when he traces a finger along my slick folds.

“So wet,” he growls. “I’ve been going crazy all day, Angel, thinking about you. I thought I made you up in my head.”

Made me up?

I am too far gone to make sense of his words.

“Oh, God!” I moan when he slips his finger further into my wetness. His thumb circles my sex, parting my folds with every stroke and sending need shooting up my stomach.

“So ready for me,” he says in a deep, throaty voice, leaning down to kiss me. “I could just fuck you here and now. Push you against my desk and rut you until you are sobbing my name.”

Oh, God! I want that.

My lips open in a soundless scream when his fingers brush the sensitive bud of nerves I’ve never dared explore. My eyes fall closed, and my back presses against his desk as his fingers continue to stroke the ball of nerves.

“You like that?” he whispers huskily. “You like me playing with your clit?”

“Please,” I beg, my body tightening as I draw closer to the edge. “Please, don’t stop.”

It’s too much, but not enough. Is it always like this? I can’t help but wonder if sex is supposed to feel this good with the way he plays with my body, strumming me like he’s been here before, like he knows just the spots that’ll make me cry out his name.

“Just wait until you feel my tongue on you,” he growls, leaning in and brushing his lips over mine. “I can’t wait until I taste your honey.”

I don’t get to question what he means before he drops to his knees, pulling my pants and underwear down with him and tossing them to the side, exposing my throbbing sex to his greedy eyes. My eyes snap open, and I stare at him in mortification. I try to close my legs, but his hands are firm, his eyes on me as he lifts my left leg to his shoulder.

“Rowan…what are you doing?” I ask, shakily. My body is still vibrating with need, and there is just something about him on his knees, fully-dressed while I lie exposed to him that has my sex pulsing with need.

“Anything?’ he growls, his gray eyes—almost black now—boring into mine.

I nod once, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before leaning in and dragging his tongue over my sex.

Oh, God…oh!

I don’t know what I was expecting, but…it wasn’t this.

Not the pleasure that shoots up my spine, sending a tremble through the rest of my body. My hand flails about and connects to his head. I fist his hair tightly as he drags his tongue in long, measured licks over my dripping sex.

“Rowan…Oh...” I sob when he teases the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before drawing it between his lips and suckling gently. My fingers tighten in his hair as I chase his tongue, riding his face as my body commands and chasing my pleasure.

“So sweet, I bet no one has ever touched you like this,” he growls, his voice possessive. “Or tasted your juices and brought you pleasure, right?”

I cry out when his rough thumb rubs against my sensitive bud, his deep voice almost pushing me to the edge.

“Tell me, Angel,” he demands, his thumb drawing circles and threatening to shatter me completely.

“No one,” I rasp. I open my eyes to meet his. “No one else but you, Rowan.”

He growls again and grasps my hips tightly with one hand as his tongue joins his thumb, and that’s all I need to send me into oblivion. My body bucks as an orgasm slams into me, and I whimper as the wave of heat consumes me, sending intense pleasure throughout my body.

I cry out again as he thrusts his tongue into my channel, drawing out my orgasm. His grip on my thigh tightens as I thrash about, chasing the aftershocks of pleasure. Suddenly, it’s too much, and I push him away. He relaxes his hold but doesn’t let go of me as he stands and presses his lips to my neck.

“Fuck, Angel,” he whispers, his breath hot and damp against my skin. His fingers palm my breasts as he kisses a trail down my neck. “Touch me.”

My eyes widen at his request, and my fingers are a trembling mess as they fumble to open his pants and pull them down, exposing his throbbing erection. I’ve never touched anyone like this before, but I want to bring him the same pleasure he brought me.

His hand tightens around my waist, and his breath grows shallow when I wrap my hand around his hardness. It’s thick and hot, his cock heavy in my hand. I can’t help but look down as I slide my hand up and down his length. He pulls my hand away from his erection, then licks my palm before returning it to his straining dick. I can hardly wrap my hand around him, he’s so thick.

He puts his hand over mine and presses my fingers tighter around him, guiding my hand in a fast slide up and down. A deep groan leaves his throat when he squeezes my hand tighter around the head of his cock before guiding it back down his shaft again. Feeling bold and curious, I reach my other hand between us and cup his heavy balls, then run my fingernails along the sensitive skin.

“So close,” he whispers against my neck. “Fuck!”

He thrusts into my hand once, twice, then I feel hot wetness coating my fingers. His growl is muted against my skin, and fingers dig into my hip as he shakes with the force of his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he growls again, his body going slack against mine. Neither of us says a word as we fight to catch our breath. I revel in the feel of his large arms around me. A part of me wants to stay this way because I know that when he lets go, reality will come crashing down on us.

“I’ll clean us up,” he says finally, gently withdrawing from me and pulling up his pants before walking across his office to an ensuite bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth and uses it to clean my fingers, then himself. I’m useless all the while, as he cleans me up and helps me right my clothing. I can’t process what has just happened; it feels like an out-of-body experience.

What did I just do?