“Rowan, touching me is dangerous.” Hands locking just beneath my knees, Rowan pushed my legs apart far enough to kiss the inside of my thigh. “I don’t care,” he said against my skin. On a whisper, “You know I won’t say no. I’ll make love to you right here and now, but then tonight, I’ll be taking men back to a bedroom to earn the money Joel promised me. Can you handle that?” “No.” “Then stop touching me.” “No.” His hands crept up the tops of my thighs, higher until he was ripping at the button of my shorts. “I need this, Rainey. I need you.”
