It should’ve felt awkward, what with me holding my vibrator and readying myself to use it in front of the fully clothed man standing on the side of my bed.

Yet it didn’t.

Sure, there was a healthy sprinkling of unease, of fear, but the kind that only made my desire heighten.

I eased open my pants, lifting my hips so I could take them off.

Rowan watched my every move, a low hiss escaping his lips as his eyes found my pale white lace panties. They were completely sheer, showing off every inch of my pussy, the manicured strip of hair that I got waxed religiously even though there hadn’t been anyone to see it or appreciate it since Nathan.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, rubbing his hand over his mouth.

Sure, the image of his face painted with desire when looking at me in my panties was something to behold, but something else caught my attention… The bulge in his jeans.

The very fucking large bulge in his jeans.

My grip tightened on the vibrator as my thighs rubbed together, desperate for friction.

But I didn’t move my hand, didn’t turn on the vibrator and give myself the release I most desperately needed.

“I’ll show you how I make myself… come,” I rasped, my cheeks heating as I said the words, making eye contact with Rowan. “If you show me.” I nodded to the bulge in his jeans.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the courage, the right words to communicate what else I wanted. Instead of doing that, I leaned up, pulling my blouse over my head to reveal my sheer bra, my aching nipples pressing up against the lace.

Another strangled hiss of appreciation escaped Rowan.

There was little room to be self-conscious here, even though I was lying in my bed, almost naked, and he was standing over me fully clothed. From the beginning, Rowan had made it clear he liked my body. Found it beautiful. Desirable. So, I didn’t shrink away, worry about the dimples in my thighs, the extra weight on my hips and stomach. There wasn’t any kind of judgment in Rowan’s gaze. There was only want.

“I want you to show me how you make yourself come,” I repeated, my tone husky. “Then I want you to… finish. On me.” My cheeks flamed hotter with the request. I wasn’t embarrassed by it, not completely. But I felt brazen saying it aloud. Not the timid baker I’d been for as long as we’d known each other.

Rowan’s eyes widened at my request.

I might’ve felt nervous then. Might’ve sank back into that meek version of myself who didn’t verbalize my desires.

But there was no time for that.

“It’s like I fuckin’ dreamed you up,” Rowan growled, hands moving to his belt.

I squeezed my thighs together in anticipation as I watched him free himself from his jeans.

And it was time for my eyes to go wide as he wrapped his large hand around his length. Though I couldn’t say this as a general rule, I could say in Rowan’s case it was true what they said about big hands. Big hands… big, magnificent cock.