He leaned in, leaving just enough space for us to meet halfway before his lips brushed mine. It lasted about a second before I deepened the kiss, my hand slipping into his hair and pulling him closer. He responded immediately, one handcupping my face while the other pressed into my hip, holding me in place. “Is this jogging your memory?”
“I don’t know.” My hands moved down his back as he trailed kisses across my jaw. “I think I need a little more.”
He chuckled but kept kissing and sucking on my neck.
My leg hooked around his, and I pulled him closer until our erections rubbed together.
His hand slid from my hip to just above my cock, and I sucked in a breath. “Rowan?”
“Yeah?”
“That thing about my bed being more comfortable …”
“What about it?”
I tugged him even closer. “You’re about to prove that’s not the only reason you’re here.”
He laughed against my neck, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, I’ll prove it all right.”
His mouth returned to mine, hungry and demanding. Gripping his shoulders, I kissed him back just as fiercely. The friction of our bodies sliding together, even with our boxers still on, was driving me insane. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
My hands roamed down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling how they tensed under my touch. I loved his body. I loved how it felt, how it moved, how it responded to mine. I’d spent years wanting this, wanting him, and now that I had him, I couldn’t get enough.
I rolled us over, pinning him beneath me, and he peered up at me with eyes full of desire. “Better view from here,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips.
I kissed him again, this time slower and deeper. I wanted to savor the moment, to memorize the taste of him and the feel of his tongue against mine.
“Keaton,” he whispered, his hands clutching my arms as I pulled back some. “Please.”
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. But I wasn’t ready to rush things. I wanted to drive him crazy first.
I lowered my head, and my lips found his nipple. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak, and he cried out, his back arching off the bed. I immediately covered his mouth with my hand.
“Shh,” I warned. “You want the whole house to hear?”
I could feel his hot breath against my palm, and it was heightening my arousal. I kept my hand in place as I continued pressing on his chest, my mouth and other hand exploring every inch of him. He was writhing beneath me, and his muffled moans were driving me wild.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside me.
I slowly withdrew my hand, and he took a deep, shuddering breath. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, never taking my eyes off him. He was already hard, his cock lying against his stomach, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I was the one who made him this way.
I quickly shed my own boxers, and then I was straddling him, our naked bodies pressed together. The feeling of skin-on-skin was incredible. As I kissed him again, I wrapped my hand around his dick and stroked him slowly.
He moaned into my mouth as his hips bucked upward to meet my strokes. I could feel him getting closer, his breathing growing more erratic. I didn’t want him to come yet. Not like this.
I pulled back to reach for the lube in my nightstand. He took it from me and poured some onto his fingers. I tensed slightly as he traced my entrance but forced myself to relax while he slowly pushed inside me.
He watched my face for any sign of discomfort before adding another finger to stretch me open.
I gripped his shoulders. “I need you now.”
He applied more lube to his shaft as I got into position then slowly lowered myself. The initial burn was almost painful, but I loved it.
I started to move my hips, adjusting the angle to hit that perfect spot inside me. I was in control, setting the pace, but he was the one undoing me. The room filled with the sounds of sex, and I tried to stay quiet—I really did—but the pleasure was overwhelming.
Rowan tried to stay quiet too, but he couldn’t stop his whimpers and moans. I probably needed to cover his mouth again, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I loved knowing I was the one making him feel so good.
I froze when I heard a floorboard creak in the hallway. “Shit,” I whispered, my heart pounding. “Did you hear that?”
