“Please, Tobe. I need to hear it,” he breathes.
“We’re okay.” My voice is too soft to be convincing. “I was just scared.”
He finally relaxes, sliding an arm around my waist. “I know. We found her, though. Foxx’s vamp.”
“You did?”
He nods once, pulling me closer. I really want to hear more, but I also just want this—Ineedthis. I’ve been worried sick about him all night. Plus, with the voices and my headache…
“I missed you,” I whisper.
Rowen sighs, like my words give him oxygen.
I turn to kiss him, and Rowen instantly deepens it, holding my face as he pushes me back into the pillow. Warmth spreads through me, dissolving the last of the ugliness. I thread my fingers through his hair as he kisses down my throat.
“Make love to me.”
Rowen’s breath catches, and for a moment, I wonder if I pushed him too far. He’s clearly exhausted, yet he seems relieved too.
“Please? I want you inside me.”
He kisses me deeply. “I want that too. I’ll need lube, though. So either we go to my bed or I need to go grab it.”
When I don’t answer, he sits up, pulling me with him and wrapping my legs around his waist. I stifle a shriek of laughter against his neck as Rowen carries me across the hall, kicking the door shut behind him. He turns and pins me against the wall, kissing down my neck.
I tilt my head to the side.
“You sure about this?”
We’ve fooled around a few times, but we haven’t done this. “Please.”
Rowen kisses me, then lies me on the bed and pulls my clothes off. His gaze travels slowly over my body, both hands sliding up my sides as he leans over to kiss me. Rowen’s touch is gentle, yet possessive—like he needs this as much as I do. We lose ourselves in the kiss before Rowen reaches into his bedside table to pull a bottle of lube out.
After a moment, he sits up. Keeping my legs around him, he adds lube to two fingers, smearing the liquid around my hole.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he admits as he gently probes. His free hand rubs my thigh, my stomach. Anywhere he can reach.
I stifle a laugh. “Yeah?”
He holds himself above me as he gently enters. I can barely see him in the dark, yet I know he can see me. I cup his face, joy filling me as I feel his smile. He stretches me with perfection. I tug his hair and lose myself in another heated kiss. When he strokes my prostate, I arch my back.
Rowen mutters something under his breath before kissing my throat. He adds a third finger and sucks against my collarbone.
“You smell so good right now,” he whispers, rubbing the bundle of nerves. His tone nearly takes me to the edge. I dig my fingers into his biceps.
“Rowen. Please.”
Rowen withdraws his fingers and gently smacks my thigh. “On your knees, babe.”
My heart skitters at the endearment. Rolling over, I bend forward on my elbows with my ass up. With one hand, I reach between my legs to stroke. My skin is on fire, balls aching.
Rowen fumbles with the bottle, spilling some of the liquid onto the sheets. “Moons above,” he breathes. “You have no idea what that view does to me.”
I would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the sudden emotions clogging my throat.
He kneels behind me, smoothing his hands over my ass. A strange, needy sound escapes his throat.
“I haveneverwanted someone this bad,” he murmurs, massaging my entrance. His voice sounds heady, like this isn’t justwantat all. Rowen’s touch is like something primal is taking over him, overriding his exhaustion and giving in to demand.
