“Are you saying,” I begin, and there’s a flirty tilt to my voice, a hopeful drag to each syllable. I scoot toward him just a bit. “That we should try it again?”
Rowan’s eyes flicker to my mouth just briefly, so quickly I could have imagined it. But then a stuttered breath falls from his lips, and he blinks rapidly for a moment. Collecting himself.
“We could,” he offers.Not good enough.
“We could?” I repeat the question. I’m inching even closer.
Rowan adjusts his legs, and it takes everything in me not to let my eyes drop to his pants to see what's happening there.
“We should,” he corrects.
“Very good.” The praise rolls off my tongue so smoothly, so naturally, and Rowan fuckingshiversbeneath the weight of it.
The sudden realization that I want to see it again—that I want to praise and pet this man far past this one night hits me like a runaway train.
Rowan is the perfect blend of dominance and submission. Perfectly docile until he’s worked up enough, and then he cracks.
And all the while, it seems impossible for him to keep from praisingmeas well.
I want to get closer; I want to know more. I want to learn the taste of every inch of him and then memorize every thought he has.
What the fuck is happening to me?!
Suddenly, Rowan’s warm palm is sliding over my cheek and resting there. My eyes find his again—having fallen away as I lost myself in my thoughts—and he smiles at me through his blush.
“Let’s try it again," he says. "And when we’re done—and it was just as mind-blowing as the first time—let me say ‘I told you so.’”
Slowly, a grin takes shape over my lips. Rowan watches it unfold with great interest.
“Okay, Rowan. Blow my mind, then."
Chapter Twelve
Elijah
Rowan’s hand slides past my cheek and grips lightly at the hair on the nape of my neck. Simultaneously, his left hand begins to trail fingers up the sensitive skin of my thigh over my pants.
I can feel the start of a shiver working its way through me, goosebumps appearing along my arms. This does not go unnoticed by Rowan, who smiles softly before dipping his head to run his nose along my neck.
I clench my eyes shut, fists balled tightly. I’m so overwhelmed already, and he’s barely started to touch me.
“Eli,” he mutters, his lips moving over the sensitive skin that covers my pulse point.
“Y-yeah?” In a sudden flash of heat, I feel his tongue lap at the spot—then his teeth sink in gently. “Ugh,” I groan, and he licks tenderly over my pulse once again.
“Your heart is beating so quickly.”
It most certainly is. But how could it not when I have such a fine man sitting in front of me, running his hands and tongue over different erogenous areas of my body?
“Yes,” is all I can manage to say in return, and he chuckles lowly.
Rowan’s fingers tighten their hold on my hair, pulling my head back slightly. As he leans up to look me in the eyes, I notice the vivid green has darkened several shades, and he’s staring at me as if he’s cataloguing every reaction, every little twitch.
“You’re so soft.” His fingers move from my thigh to my stomach, slipping under my sweater as he speaks. “Your skin is so smooth.”
“Thank—ahh,” I moan against him, the combination of his cool fingers brushing my nipples and his tongue licking the shell of my ear sending my senses into overdrive.
Without my consent, my hand shoots out to grip his bicep in an attempt to ground myself.
