Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
He leaned in, his breath brushing over Rowan’s lips. “Even though this is a bad, bad idea and I shouldn’t be even thinking about being with you, it’s all I can think about.”
“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Rowan whispered back.
“I’m supposed to be protecting you, not coming up with different ways to get you alone in this crowded office.”
“You found one. There’s nobody in here but us.” Rowan gave in to the need to touch Ivor, placing his palms on Ivor’s chest. He felt the soft material of his button-down instead of skin, but he also felt the beat of Ivor’s heart, which was fast.
“Just a kiss.” Ivor’s gaze was locked onto Rowan’s lips. “Can I have that?”
“Ivor, I want so much more than a kiss with you.”
“Fuck, Rowan,” Ivor bit out before his lips brushed over his.
Pure electricity made Rowan gasp and open his mouth, which caused Ivor to moan softly before he just annihilated Rowan with the kind of kiss he’d only dreamed existed. He stroked his tongue over Rowan’s, pressing his lips so perfectly against his, it felt like their mouths were two parts of a whole. The kiss went on and on, and Rowan had to slide his hands around to Ivor’s back to hold onto him because his knees actually went weak.
Ivor pulled a little back, only far enough to take Rowan’s bottom lip between his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make his hunger for Rowan plain.
Nobody had ever wanted him like this.
Ivor’s tongue slid back into his mouth, and Rowan let out a whimpering sound that should have embarrassed him but didn’t because all he could feel was Ivor’s hard body against his and that slide of his silky tongue. Ivor cupped Rowan’s jaw with tight fingers and tilted his head so he could kiss down the side of Rowan’s neck.
Rowan shuddered, clutching hard at Ivor’s back.
He smelled so fucking good and was so utterly alluring, Rowan was overcome by the wild arousal burning throughout his body. His cock was uncomfortably hard against his tight jeans, but he didn’t care. He just wanted…more.
Gasping, he ducked his chin, seeking out Ivor’s mouth again.
Ivor slid his mouth over Rowan’s again, this time releasing a rumbling sound that told Rowan all he needed to know about the incubus’s desire.
Ivor was feeling this, too.
Rowan started to pump his hips, needing friction badly. More whimpering sounds escaped his mouth only to be swallowed by Ivor, who let go of his jaw and reached between them to cup his hand over Rowan’s aching dick. He rubbed, making Rowan suck in a deep breath.
“Holy shit,” Ivor muttered as he wrenched himself away and just stood there with narrowed, desire-filled eyes. “Holy shit,” he repeated.
Rowan couldn’t respond, couldn’t do anything but let the wall hold him up as he gasped air into his lungs.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
“No,” Rowan managed to get out. “Please, don’t.”
But Ivor just backed away from him, shaking his head. “I knew it, I knew it,” he kept mumbling to himself.
Rowan could see the hard outline of Ivor’s arousal in his pants. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
“I told you how it is, Rowan.”
“What, that sex with a human drains us? I don’t care. I’m young—only twenty-four—and healthy. I have no doubt I can handle it.”
“It’s not just that.”
“Then what is it?”
But Ivor just shook his head again and turned to unlock the conference room door. “I’m sorry,” was all he said as he walked out.
Rowan slid to the floor and wrapped his arms around his raised legs. He buried his face in his knees with his eyes shut tight as he worked to bring his body back under control.
Nothing in his life had prepared him for this level of arousal. It overwhelmed him and left him needy and aching. He couldn’t believe Ivor could walk away as he had.
Rowan wasn’t going to let this go.
That incubus felt just as strongly as he did. Rowan had felt that inside his own body somehow. It was like he’d been absorbing Ivor’s pure delight in touching him. In kissing him.
So no, he was not going to fucking let this go.
Chapter Fourteen
Ivor
“I need you to stay with Rowan tonight while I go out to feed.”
Ivor had pulled Emory to a small nook next to the elevator. Everyone here knew how he fed his magic, but he didn’t want anyone telling Rowan where he’d gone. They weren’t anything to each other, not at this point, but that kiss had told him all he needed to know. It had also ramped up his need to feed. The hunger was blazing a trail of pain throughout his entire body.
Emory lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t look like you want to go out. Is it necessary?”