Contents ( 54)
- Recipe for Love
- ANNE MALCOM
- Contents
- Foreword
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Four
- ROWAN
- Chapter Five
- NORA
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- RECIPE: PISTACHIO PINWHEELS
- ROWAN
- NORA
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- ROWAN
- Epilogue
- FOUR MONTHS LATER
- NORA
- Recipes
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Anne Malcom
- THE SONS OF TEMPLAR
- THE SONS OF TEMPLAR - NEW MEXICO
- UNQUIET MIND
- GREENSTONE SECURITY
- THE VEIN CHRONICLES
- RETIRED SINNERS
- THE KLUTCH DUET
- STANDALONES
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growled, grasping the bottom of his tee and ripping it off.
Where I had taken my clothes off slowly, tentatively, he all but tore his from his skin. It seemed it was only two slow blinks and his jeans were mingled with the rest of his clothes on the floor, and he was standing there naked.
In my foyer.
We stared at each other for one beat. That was it.
Then he was on me. His hands on the back of my neck, yanking our mouths together, our naked skin pressing against one another.
I kissed him back in a fury, both outside myself and more in my own skin than I’d ever been in my entire life.
Rowan fisted my hair, using his grip to pull my head back.
When our eyes met, his were pools of pure desire.
“Place your hands flat against the door and present that ass to me,” he demanded, voice thick and raspy.
My stomach dipped with fear and desire, but I obeyed, turning slowly and placing my palms flat against the cool wood of my front door.
Rowan’s fingers trailed down my spine, my whole body quivering.
“Legs spread, ass up to me.”
Knees quaking, I obeyed.
His palms ran along the skin of my ass, moving underneath to cup my aching, drenched pussy.
But he didn’t go inside as I expected him to. No, he moved back to my ass, spreading my cheeks and exposing me… there.
I let out a gasp as he dropped to his knees and dove in. With his mouth.
My knees struggled to keep me up as he continued worshiping me in a place I’d once considered forbidden, building up a pleasure that I hadn’t even known existed.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when I thought that my knees would give out and my body would explode in climax, Rowan stopped.
My fingertips pressed into the door, trying to sink against the wood as he raised himself up, pushing into my back, bending me over farther and pressing his hard cock against my entrance.
His hands clutched my hips, and he didn’t pause, didn’t wait, he just plunged into me, seating himself to the hilt.
I came immediately.
My body exploded into spasms, pleasure turning my limbs to lead.
But Rowan didn’t stop, didn’t pause, didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting, fucking me into another orgasm, making every inch of my body his with the control he held over me.
My orgasms had split me apart, taken me off the face of the earth, but not so much that I didn’t notice Rowan didn’t have one of his own. He kept fucking me, stopping abruptly as I found purchase on my sanity once more.
He was out of me before I knew what was going on, whirling me around before I could process the loss of him, my heart still racing, my legs barely holding me up.