Chapter 40

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 sex. 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 me before, like I was made of glass. Maybe he was afraid that he would scare me with his fervor, but all that did was deepen my satisfaction.