So that just happened.
I was collapsed on top of Rowan, his firm hands gripping my hips. I was breathing hard, my nose pressed against the underside of his jaw. My thighs were still trembling against him. His cool skin against me was a welcome comfort against my own feverish skin. It was just now that I noticed that his heart didn't pound like mine did. Instead, I felt a quiet beat every minute or so.
How I didn't notice that before was beyond me.
Still somewhat stunned by what just happened, a small part of me felt ashamed.
It wasn't like the first time we had s*x. That gentle, tender night full of sweet nothings. No. This was messy, needy, and desperate.
But it was just as wonderful.
Rowan was a generous lover. But it became clear that he had exercised a lot of restraint with
