Thirteen
Mom didn’t say a word about our disheveled state when she popped in to pick us up. She took us straight to Rowan’s doorstep, kissed my forehead, and nodded solemnly to Rowan. “I’ll come again when you are well rested.”
An amused glitter lit her eyes from within. “There is much we need to speak about.”
She disappeared in a shower of magic, but not without a wink.
“I like your Mom,” Rowan said as he pushed the door open. “She’s an odd juxtaposition of prim and completely out of control.”
I groaned. “She is. I wonder if there are other fae moms out there who grow weed and brew magical booze in their spare time?”
Rowan laughed and headed straight for the coffee pot. I sank into one of the kitchen chairs and watched as he brewed a new pot. He worked with efficiency, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he tapped out the used filter and refilled a new one. His hair was a little messy and a sexy five o’clock shadow turned his jaw dark. My heart beat a little faster, and I had to resist the urge to walk over and run my fingers over his skin.
Rowan glanced back at me with a raised eyebrow. “Struggling, Evie?”
Heat touched my cheeks. I cleared my throat and looked down at the table. “I am not sure what’s wrong with me,” I said hoarsely. “We spent the entire night doing…” I waved my hand around. “Things.”
His grin tightened something deep inside me. “More than things.” Rowan shook his head. “We came really close, Evie. I’m not sure how much longer we’ll be able to halt this if you keep looking at me like that.”
I closed my eyes. “Sorry.” A breath escaped me. “Can you stop looking so yummy?”
Rowan poured a pitcher of water into the reservoir and snapped the filter into place. He flipped the switch on and turned, walking over to me. Without a word, he snatched me up from the chair and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Rowan!” A squeal of laughter escaped me.
He slapped me on the rear, the sound making a loud crack. “Hush.” His voice was harsh and guttural.
Every muscle in my body went liquid.
Rowan kicked his bedroom door open, slammed it shut behind us, and tossed me onto the bed. I lay there with wide eyes on him as he tugged his sweater over his head.
“Oh gods,” I whispered. That unfamiliar fae magic rose and swirled around me, wanting to claim Rowan as our own.
His eyes turned gold as he reached for me and tugged my jeans off. With a flick of his fingers, my underwear tore at the sides. He shoved the silk away and buried his face between my legs.
A keening cry rose from my throat. “Rowan.” My hands clutched the bedsheets as he explored me, his warm tongue touching me in the spot that made it hard to concentrate on anything.
His hands went under me and lifted my hips, and he rose onto his knees, holding me in place as he feasted.
Stars burst behind my eyes, the first prickling of release clawing at my skin. My breath turned ragged and uneven. I couldn’t stop murmuring his name.
He shifted, holding me in place with one hand as his fingers slid through my folds, one sliding inside me.
“Evie,” he said against my skin.
The orgasm took me by surprise, sending me up and over a cliff of unfathomable pleasure.
My vision went black, and Rowan, the gods bless him, didn’t stop what he was doing, wringing every drop of pleasure from me. My voice went hoarse and ragged, and when he finally released me, I realized I wasn’t ready to be done.
I reached for him, deftly undoing his jeans. They slid over his hips, along with his underwear until he was bare before me.
I lifted my eyes. “Yes,” I said.
Rowan went still. “Evie.”
I scooted away from him, higher up on the bed and opened my legs. “Yes,” I said again.
He closed his eyes for a long moment, his jaw clenched so tight I could see a beating pulse. When he opened his eyes and our gazes locked, a frisson of delicious fear rolled over me. Rowan prowled toward me, one hand reaching out to snatch me by the leg to draw me closer.
