CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ROWAN
"Anna—Anna, wait—" I laughed as Anna nearly ripped my shirt from top to bottom. "We have plenty of time."
She growled. "Rowan Caldwell, it's been three months since I've even heard from you. Let alone slept with you. Either you give me some d**k, or—" She screwed up her face. "I'll die, I guess."
"I'll give you the d**k. I'll give so much d**k you'll be begging me to stop."
"Oh, really? I like the sound of that."
I didn't know how we'd made it to Anna's house unscathed. We'd been a bundle of erotic energy the entire drive. It hadn't helped that Anna had unzipped my pants and had palmed my c**k while I'd driven us. Worse, she'd even started to give me a b*****b before I'd begged her to wait.
"You don't think we should talk first?" I said.
Anna scowled. "f**
