Cade
The second we step through the apartment door; I lock it behind us and drop the keys into the bowl with a soft clink. Without hesitation, I reach back and pull my polo off over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My trousers are next, I push them down along with my shoes, kicking everything aside until I’m standing here in nothing but my boxers.
Rowan is staring shamelessly, his face flushed a deep, telling red. “What are you doing?”
I grin, slow and deliberate. “Getting comfy.”
He nods slowly, still clearly trying to process the fact that I just stripped right in front of him like it’s the most natural thing.
I walk down the hallway, then turn halfway so I’m walking backwards, cocky and unashamed. I crook my finger at him. “Time for bed, Ro.”
Rowan swallows hard and nods, following me like he’s in a daze.
The moment I step into the bedroom, I shove my boxers down and step out of them, already half-hard from the anticipation alone. Rowan’s mouth actually drops open. I don’t cover myself. Instead, I climb onto the bed, stretch out on myback, and grab one of the pillows, laying it over my eyes so I can’t see him.
I want him to explore. I want him to get comfortable with my body on his own terms, without feeling watched or judged.
Rowan stands there for a long moment before I hear the soft rustle of fabric, his suit jacket, then the quiet clink of his belt. He makes the most adorable little sound as he climbs onto the end of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“Cade?” His voice is shy and uncertain.
“Touch me, Ro,” I say, voice low and calm. “Take your time. Just explore me.”
“What?” He sounds genuinely surprised.
I tap the pillow over my eyes. “I’m not even looking. Don’t be shy.”
The bed shifts again as Rowan settles between my spread legs. The weight of his stare is heavy on my skin, traveling over my chest, my stomach, my cock. It sends a slow, delicious thrill through me. I have no idea what he’s going to do next, and that uncertainty only makes it hotter. As long as he doesn’t run away, I’m happy to lie here and let him discover every inch of me.
For a long moment, nothing happens. I lie perfectly still with the pillow over my eyes, letting the anticipation stretch. Then I feel it… the first tentative touch. Rowan’s hands are warm and slightly unsteady as they glide over my lower abs. His palms press lightly, mapping the ridges of muscle there like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me. He takes his time, fingers spreading wide, then narrowing as they trace each defined line. The touch is reverent, almost curious, and it sends a low current of heat rolling through my body.
He grows bolder. His hands drift upward, sliding over my stomach and onto my chest. When his fingertips reach the dark hair there, he threads them through it slowly, tugging just enough to make my skin prickle. I can feel the way he explores the texture, the way his breath catches when he brushes over my nipples. They tighten instantly under the light graze of his fingers. My hips twitch involuntarily at the spark of sensitivity. The silent admiration in his touch is almost louder than any words could be… the way he lingers, the way his thumbs circle once, twice, testing how my body reacts.
Rowan exhales shakily and lets his hands travel downward again, slower this time. His palms skim over my ribs, then follow the sharp cut of my V-line, tracing the deep grooves that arrow toward my groin. My cock gives a heavy, involuntary bob, twitching upward as the heat in my belly coils tighter.
A small, helpless noise escapes Rowan, something between a whimper and a sigh. Then comes a low, involuntary rumble from deep in my chest. “Fuck.”
Rowan pauses, but only for a heartbeat. His hands keep moving, exploring with growing confidence. One palm slides down the inside of my thigh, then back up, while the other traces the crease where my leg meets my hip. He’s so close to my cock now that I can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Every slow, deliberate pass of his fingers makes my muscles tense and release, my cock leaking steadily against my stomach.
He doesn’t touch me there yet. Instead, he seems content to learn every inch… the way my abs tighten when he drags his nails lightly down them, the way my hips shift when he teasesthe trail of hair below my navel, the way my breathing grows heavier the longer he plays.
I stay perfectly still beneath the pillow, letting him take all the time he needs, even as the slow burn of his exploration threatens to drive me insane with want.
Rowan’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Cade?”
“Yeah, Ro?” My own voice has gone rough with how badly I want him.
“Can I… uh…”
I groan, the sound low and impatient, arousal burning hot under my skin. “Baby, you do whatever the fuck you want.”
His breath catches sharply. “Are you sure?”
“Please.”
The bed shifts as he climbs off me. I frown beneath the pillow, already missing his warmth. I hear the bedroom door open, then a few moments of silence before it clicks shut again. He’s back.
“Ro, what are you up to?” I ask, voice thick.
