“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 kisseduntil 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.”
“I want you, too. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.” Rowan moaned as Ivor kissed down his back, trying to reach as many freckles as he could. He wrapped his hands around Rowan’s slim waist, then reached around to loosen the towel and let it drop to the floor. He stepped back, gaze zeroing in on Rowan’s ass, which like the rest of him was slim and firm, with two sexy dimples right above. He cupped both cheeks, loving the way it made Rowan gasp. He stroked one thumb between those cheeks down to his hole and softly rubbed it.
Rowan spread his legs and came up on his toes, thrusting his ass back more.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” Ivor breathed.
“I feel like I am. When I’m with you.”
“Good,” he said again as he continued to circle Rowan’s hole. It was soft, so he’d obviously prepped himself, and the urge to push him into the wall and take him was overwhelming. But they needed lube. He turned Rowan back around and took his mouth, sliding his fingers into Rowan’s wet hair. He cupped the back of his head and kissed him deeply, tasting toothpaste and the deeper, better flavor that was Rowan’s alone.
Rowan pushed his hands against Ivor’s chest, and at first Ivor thought he was pushing him off, but Rowan followed closely as he stepped backward and he kept pushing until the back of Ivor’s legs touched the bed. When he flashed Ivor a grin dripping with sensual wickedness, Ivor grinned back, then turned them and lightly shoved Rowan onto the bed. He fell back and scooted up until his head was on one of the pillows. Ivor crawled over him, making sure to rub his entire body against Rowan’s. He settled on top of Rowan, between his legs, and took his mouth again.
Just kissing Rowan excited Ivor, but the feel of his naked body against his felt like his place—his alone. They fit perfectly. He loved the squeeze of Rowan’s thighs against his hips, loved the hard cock rubbing alongside his own, and the swell of strong emotions he was getting from Rowan threatened to overwhelm him. In a good way.
“Fuck, you can kiss,” Rowan gasped against his lips. “I could come from us kissing alone.”
Ivor laughed softly and kissed down Rowan’s neck. “I still have to spend time discovering every freckle.”
“By all means.” Rowan rolled his head on the pillow and let his legs fall open more.
