All Chapters of SPEAKING OF SEX & LUST: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rowena spent the day alternating between aroused and relaxed. They’d had a fantastic day filled with two glorious hours walking and trotting through pastures and a small forest, browsing little shops, talking and laughing so hard her jaws were hurting. He’d bought her a stupid little glass owl. She’d admired it in a shop, the light catching its cute wings and drawing her over to touch. Two minutes later they’d been walking out with the thing in a little bag. It wasn’t important or expensive, but it had made her heart constrict when he’d handed her the bag. It would be a memory of their weekend together. While he wasn’t looking, she’d slipped back into a store and purchased a ridiculously expensive pair of cuff links he’d looked at. All things considered, they were hardly enough, but Rowena wanted to have something to give him when this was all over, something to let him know how important this was for her, how much she appreciated

Heath shifted on the chair, drawing her attention to the unmistakable ridge of his erection. He was there, right at the end of her bed. So close and yet not nearly close enough.“Heath… I need you…” She breathed in raggedly as she stared back at him, feeling the heat of his body, even if too far away, enfolding her, the warmth wrapping around her like a cloud of comfort. It sent shivers chasing up her spine to realize she had never known anything like this before. At the same time, Rowena realized how swollen her breasts were, the nipples throbbing in longing. Between her thighs, her wet sex pulsed, spilled its precious moisture, and further slickened the plump lips there.“I can smell your desire,” he whispered as he stared back at her with drowsy sensuality. “Hot and sweet. Do you know what that does to me, Rowena?”“What?” Her breathing was rough now, heavy, as she fought to drag in the air to combat the extreme excitement his voice

Heath looked at her. Not just at her body, her breasts, her sex, but the woman she was beneath. She could tell the difference. In his eyes, she saw emotions gathering, like a summer storm. She couldn’t read him, though… She had no idea what he would do. Until Heath stood, bringing their joined hands to rest at the curve of her nape.“If you’re sure…”“Absolutely.” Those butterflies lifted off as soon as she said the word. Rowena knew she would be fine. She knew Heath was going to take care of her and gave her a new life filled with new hopes and dreams. He touched his lips to hers in a kiss that held absolutely no demand. Her own hand fell limp to her side as Heath let go and began massaging the back of her neck. It was delicious, the taste of his mouth and the magic of his hand against her tensed muscles. Oh, God… Yes… Now… It would be fine, now. Rowena opened to him and took what she wanted, tugging the kiss deeper, nipping

After Heath’s amazingly sensual treatment, Rowena didn’t think it possible to become more aroused than she already was. She was wrong. Their contact made Heath’s member throb. Rowena could feel every pulse jammed tight against her own. She was shivering with anticipation. Heath was going to take her on the floor! He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, flung it onto the floor beneath them, and stretched them both out on top. It wasn’t much padding for the hard wood beneath but Rowena didn’t care. His mouth latched tight over one of her nipples, sucking hard before laving the tightened nub with his tongue. A string seemed to snap between his mouth and her sex, pulling her hips up off the floor in a search for more. Heath didn’t disappoint. His hand was there, slipping through the folds, rubbing her clit, and sliding home, making her moan. Rearing up, Rowena tore at his pants, pulling them ruthlessly down as far a

“Wake up, sweet sleepyhead!” Rowena groaned, pulling the covers over her head against the too-cheerful sound. The litany of incoherent mutters that grumbled through her buried lips became a shriek as the covers flew away and cold air doused her naked skin. Before the comforter and blanket could hit the floor, she was bounding out of the bed.“What the hell…” Heath stopped the words in her throat with a breath-stealing kiss. By the time he let her up for air, she was nowhere close to cold.“Oh… That was mean… pure evil…” Rowena buried her face in the center of his chest and took a deep breath. Dirty tricks aside, there was something entirely pleasant about waking up with this man to warm her.“I thought you were a morning person.” Glancing over his shoulder, she took in the nice, big numbers on the bedside clock.“That requires more than three hours of sleep, Dr. Lovejoy.”“Oh, sorry, Miss Killian. I couldn’t let you sleep the day away.