Page 78 of Bend Toward the Sun

His shoulders rose and fell heavily as he watched her watch him. With a negligent snap of his wrist, he flicked three wrapped condoms onto the bed beside her. It was so overtly, effortlessly sexy, Rowan’s entire consciousness dropped to the desperate ache between her legs.

Three condoms. Three.

Damn, Dr. Brady.

The tremor in his hands was gone.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Rowan

Harrison’s weight dipped the bed beside her, rolling her into him. He pushed her back with a hand on her breastbone, and drifted his touch down the concavity between her ribs. Over the gentle outward curve of her belly. Lower. He paused with fingers splayed wide between her hipbones, taking a moment to breathe.

“I need to hear it, Rowan.” Runaway lust and a dash of fear were in his eyes. Fear she’d make them stop now. Fear she wasn’t feeling the same things he felt.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Thank god.”

His hand continued down her body. He found the molten core of her, sliding two fingers inside. Rowan’s back arched away from the bed, and her knees fell fully open as he began his excruciatingly slow strokes.

“I know you,” he murmured against her temple. “You know what comes next, don’t you?”

It was thrilling, knowing he knew exactly how to get her off. She was already nearly there before he’d even touched her, and she wanted so much more than his fingers. Rowan groaned and twisted upward to sling an arm around the back of his neck, hauling him down to her. Their lips struck and blazed like a match against granite. He dominated her mouth, the heatand scent of him fanning hot against her cheek as his beautiful fingers continued their slick, rhythmic onslaught.

“Breathe,” he whispered on her lips.

Rowan did, and as her lungs filled, the orgasm slammed her with primitive force. Her heels dug into the mattress, firing her hips upward. Deep in the suppressed civilized part of her brain, she realized she’d bitten his bottom lip as she came.

Harrison made a deep sound of satisfaction low in his throat, rising to his knees above her. Aftershocks of the orgasm throbbed through her, a condom wrapper tore, and seconds later, he was kneeling between her legs.

His hand flattened against the back of her thigh, just above her ass. He slid his palm up to grasp behind her knee, and pressed his lips to the inner curve of her kneecap in a brief, tender kiss. It stirred more than lust. Something bigger. And now, she had nowhere to hide from it.

“Lift your hips,” Harrison said.

Rowan obeyed, and he tucked a pillow under her raised ass.

Her free leg fell open as he lowered his body against hers, snugging her inner thigh against his ribs. He let out a shaky breath as he looked down. His gaze engaged hers, and held.

An acknowledgment. An accord. Everything was about to change, no matter how much she said it wouldn’t.

At first, he only nudged in, the broad tip of him teasing, stretching. She felt her own flesh convulse around him, echoes of her orgasm. Rowan bucked her hips to try to draw him deeper, and he pressed his forehead to hers with teeth clenched, resolute.

Slowly, slowly, he exhaled and sank all the way into her.

For a moment, they breathed.

Rowan felt the phantom of another orgasm lurking, like a promise. She felt the soft hairs of Harrison’s chest against her nipples, and the shallow thump of his belly against hers as hebreathed. The length of him pulsed inside her as he grappled for control.

He rolled his hips, only once. A pause, then again. And again, creating swirling, pressure-building magic. He guided her thigh back farther, wider, bringing the most sensitive part of her into even broader contact with his churning friction. Rowan dug fingers into the bunch and ripple of muscles in his back. Tension pooled between her legs, a powder keg of pleasure, priming for its next detonation.

Releasing her leg, he propped himself up with hands on either side of her head, pinning her down with his eyes. She slid her knees up his sides and squeezed his ribs with her thighs, tipping him even deeper inside. Other than his choppy exhalations, he was impressively controlled. Rowan wanted that self-control to snap as badly as she wanted another orgasm of her own. She locked her ankles behind his hips and twisted into him. His focus wavered for a moment, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Then hesmileddown at her.

Thefeelings.

With her legs around his back, he had space on the bed to spread his knees for more leverage, adding more power to the grind of his hips. When he angled higher, Rowan knew she was close again. By the way he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched her face, he knew it, too.