“You can taste me,” I invited, licking my lips. A vein in Rowan’s neck pulsated. His brows were bunched together, and I could see him gritting his teeth from my very close vantage point. “Fuck,” he ground out. “You’re makin’ it really fuckin’ hard for me to do the honorable thing.” I grinned, going up on my tiptoes so our lips were almost touching. “What if I want you to do the dishonorable thing?” My voice was almost unrecognizable. Sultry even. And it was working. I could see it in the way Rowan’s expression went from hard, controlled to something else entirely.
