ROWAN
I knew the moment he was going to kiss me and this time I am determined to not shy away from him.
Trauma be damned.
I wanted him and by the goddess I was going to have him.
The kiss is slow and careful, like he is testing the waters and trying not to rush me.
Gentle.
Sweet.
I savor it, leaning back into the chair as he leans into me.
“Why didn't you? I wouldn't have minded," I whisper back.
"Good to know. Allow me to rectify that," he says and kisses me again.
We go at it for a long time, totally forgetting the driver at the front.
I feel his hands crawl up my tights and go under my gown, which has gone all the way to my upper thighs. He squeezes the elastic material, making me gasp into his mouth.
As if with a mind of their own, his lips move from my mouth to my neck,
