Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Still holding the bag from the drugstore, he walked to that and looked at the items inside, ones that must have been collected over so many years. There were several knives with gorgeous handles, and an ancient sword that made him smirk over that first fantasy he’d had of Ivor. A couple of goblets had a handwoven royal purple scarf draped around their stems.
Ivor stood quietly while Rowan explored, and when Rowan finally looked at him, it was to find heat blazing from his eyes as he stared. His belly tightened, and an answering flush of need sent heat up his neck. “Are you really hungry? For food, that is?’
Ivor’s lips quirked. “Not really.”
“Me neither.” Rowan held his breath as Ivor walked—no slowly prowled—to him. “I want…”
Ivor stopped so close Rowan could feel his body heat. “What do you want, Rowan?”
“I want you to fuck me,” he said softly. “Do you want that?”
“More than anything I’ve wanted in my entire life.” Ivor stroked the back of his fingers down Rowan’s cheek and Rowan shut his eyes.
“Show me to your shower,” he whispered.
A low, rumbling noise left Ivor’s throat, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to Rowan’s. Rowan opened for him, moaning at the slide of Ivor’s tongue into his mouth. He pressed closer, his hard muscles wonderful against Rowan’s body. The kiss was hot, wet, and deep, Ivor lifting his hand to grasp hold of Rowan’s jaw as he angled Rowan’s head the way he wanted it. They kissed until Rowan’s lungs were screaming for air, and he pulled off to gasp it in.
Ivor turned his head and kissed down the opposite side of his jaw then down to his neck, where he opened his mouth and lightly bit down.
Rowan gasped again, a complete sucker for attention to his neck.
Ivor slid his hand down Rowan’s chest and cupped his hard, aching dick.
It took everything Rowan had to back up, but he did. “I really do need that shower.”
“I’ll show you where it is. You’ll use the one off my bedroom.” Ivor’s eyes glittered as he stared at Rowan. “Want me to join you?”
Rowan shook his head because he needed some alone time to make his body ready for what he wanted. He wanted Ivor inside him. He was still clutching his bag from the drugstore, and the paper made a crunching noise as he tightened his fingers on it. Showering with Ivor would probably be one of his favorite things ever, so he put a pin in that thought.
“Come,” Ivor said as he took Rowan’s hand and tugged him toward a hallway. He walked him into a large bedroom that had a massive California king bed with black and white bedding. The furniture was mission style, and he had several scenic paintings on the walls. The whole room was sexy and warm, just like the incubus.
“I’m going to shower in the other bathroom, then I’ll meet you right back here.” Ivor cupped his jaw again before kissing him. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed.”
“Me, too.” He watched Ivor stroll from the bedroom.
The whole time he showered and readied his body, Rowan trembled with excitement. He’d normally be worried about being a disappointment to Ivor, but he just wasn’t feeling that. They were too good together, their feelings for each other too intense. So much so, he couldn’t imagine this would be a one-time thing. His whole life was in a state of chaos. Apartment destroyed, no job—he had no idea what he was going to do, but he pushed all that aside because he was where he wanted to be in that moment.
He was as clean as he could possibly be. He hurried out of the shower and dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist and notched it. The mirror was fogged over, so he used his hand to clear it, then stared at himself as he brushed his teeth with a new toothbrush he’d found after slightly snooping. His hair looked dark when it was wet like this, and instead of seeing what he normally thought as a too-skinny frame, all he saw was the flush of his skin and the glittering excitement in his eyes.
He turned, opened the door, and Ivor was standing completely naked right on the other side.
Chapter Nineteen
Ivor
Rowan was built slim with wide, elegant shoulders and sexy long limbs. His chest was smooth, with dark pink nipples, freckles dotting his creamy skin. Everywhere.
“I plan to kiss every one of your freckles,” Ivor told him.
Rowan grinned. “That would take a while.”
“Good,” he breathed as he began with his mouth on Rowan’s shoulder. He turned him around, gazing at the pretty specks that covered his back. He tilted Rowan’s head and kissed his neck, then buried his face there. “I want you so much.”