Chapter 27

Twenty-Seven

Kyleigh

Rowan grabs my hips, propping me up on an empty keg. "You're really challenging my willpower tonight." His finger dips under the hem of my shorts. "I'm not sure about these."

"You gonna try to tell me what to wear?"

He chuckles, and his face lights up with an expression that reads "No because I care about my dick." It makes some tender part of my heart ache.

I'm falling for him. I've known it for some time, but tonight, while I ventured in and out of that backroom, the way he would smile at me as if I'm his entire world pierced my heart because I know I'm guaranteed to lose him.

First, I've been lying to him. Second, he has so much going on in his world other than me. He's a hockey icon, and I know from my brother being in the league that that's where his priority has to be in order to remain at the level he's at. I witnessed my brother let everything else fade away in order to play the sport he loves.

So right now, Rowan might want only me, but eventually, he'll grow bored, or the season will start, or he won't want anything serious. And I get it. Conor would be the same way. I can't change the rules now just because I fell for him.

"I would never tell you what to wear. But I only have you for a few minutes, and I want to make the most of it." He tips his head, lips falling to mine.

Rowan's tongue slides into my mouth, and I moan from wanting more than we can have right now. He takes it slow and easy, which only spurs a ravenous desire to have him right here.

My hands fly to the buttons of his shirt, which is a change from the usual T-shirts he wears. I unbutton the top two, but then his hand cups my breast over my shirt and bra. My fingers slide between the gap in the fabric, and I rip open his shirt, buttons flinging in all different directions. His fingertips flex against my skin.

He steps back, and I inch forward, not wanting his lips off mine.

"Fuck, that was hot." He stares down at me, and I run my fingertips down his impressive chest.

Returning to stand between my legs, he kisses me like a mad man. As though he can't breathe, and he's starved to have me. I match his intensity, until his lips trail down past my jaw and throat.

"Everything about you is so unexpected," he whispers.

My fingers clench over the waistband of his jeans, wishing I could rip his clothes off, see the impressive man he is.

"I never thought…" I stop talking because he doesn't need to know how much he affects me. How he bulldozed past my warning signs and won me over.

He flicks the button on my shorts, and my clit throbs with anticipation. "Tell me you're wet."

"Check for yourself."

His laughter vibrates along my skin, and he lowers the zipper, opening my shorts for his hand to slide underneath. I bolt up when his palm presses against my clit at the same time his finger swipes through my dampness.

"Fuck, Leigh, I don't have a condom and…"

I shake my head. "We can't here."

I rock back, my elbows resting on the edge of the shelf behind me, giving him access to get me off. He slows his pace, teasing my entrance and watching me.

"T-shirt up. Bra down. I wanna see your tits."

I love a bossy Rowan, so I do as he says. Once my tits are out for his viewing pleasure, he bends over me, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

"Oh fuck," I pant.

He moves to my other breast while his finger toys with me, elevating me to a place only he's ever been able to.

The doorknob wiggles, but he doesn't stop, plunging one then two fingers inside me while his thumb circles my clit. I have to press my lips together to keep quiet.

"Come on…come for me," he whispers.

He arches his fingers, and it's all I need before my climax rolls through me. I stifle a moan, sucking air in through my nostrils while my hips undulate against his hand.

Ruby bangs on the door. "Get out of there, you two. Find your own place to get kinky."

I'm too hypnotized from my orgasm to care what Ruby wants.

Rowan slips his hand out of my panties, and I physically tremble when I watch him lick my juices off his fingers with a satisfied smile.

"I feel bad." I eye the bulge straining the zipper of his pants.

"Don't. Seeing you get off is by far my favorite thing."

My heart flutters.

"Come on, you two!" Ruby bangs again, jiggling the handle.

"I really wish I could snap a picture of you right now. You look so fucking sexy."

I smile and hop off the keg to kiss his chest, palming his dick through his pants. "After I get off tonight, you're the first thing on my to-do list."

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

I pull my T-shirt down and button and zip up my shorts.

Before I look up, he's walking me backward to press me against the wall, something I've noticed he really likes to do. I don't mind being caged in by Rowan.

"Stay over. Spend the night with me."

I freeze and tip my head up to look up at him. He's not smiling as if it's a joke. And he's obviously not drunk—except maybe on lust.

"What?" I whisper.

"Spend the night with me."

"Um…"

He lowers his head, kissing my neck. "I'll beg if you want me to."

"But what about…"

"Please, Leigh."

I wince at him calling me Leigh, which oddly, I'm starting to like. But him saying that name only reminds me that I'm holding a secret back from him. But one last night with Rowan won't ruin me, right? Because the time has come to tell him the truth.

"Okay," I whisper.

He draws back, holding me around my waist and looks at me. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his say it all. I'm not the only one feeling something I shouldn't.

Which means I'll break both of our hearts tomorrow morning when I tell him who I really am.