Recipe for Love (Jupiter Tides #1)

by Anne Malcom

“Gotta stop doin’ that, cupcake,” Rowan said as he closed the distance between us, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. “Doing what?” I whispered. “Looking at me like that.” He grasped my hips, pulling our bodies flush together. “Makes me want to fuck you right here on this floor.” It was a good thing he was holding on to me because I didn’t quite trust my legs to hold me up after that little statement. “I wouldn’t be… adverse to that,” I replied, my voice rough and full of need. “Neither would I,” he murmured as he yanked me even closer to show how much he wanted that. Me. Need coiled through me. “But you’re dead on your feet, cupcake,” he continued, smoothing back some hair on my face. “You were up before the sun today, on your feet all day, and I’ve got a hunch you got about as much sleep as I did last night because I was imagining this.” He pressed his lips against mine. Soft at first, but then harder, hungrier. I met his need with a hot hunger of my own. Rowan leaned back, hands biting into my hips with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I’ll tell you that my imagination pales in comparison to the real thing.” My lips were swollen, my heart thundering, and my body his to command, despite the exhaustion creeping to all of my limbs. “I want you, bad right now, Nora,” he murmured against my lips. “But I want you rested. Because later, I’ll want you up for hours. Want to take my time with you.” His hand skimmed down my side. “Want to learn every inch of your body.” My brea...