Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Rowan
They stayed in bed another hour, just kissing and stroking their hands over each other.
Ivor had gotten up once to get a warm, wet cloth to clean them up before he’d crawled right back on top of Rowan and just held him.
They barely spoke, both stuck in this place of awe because Rowan could tell Ivor was feeling that as well.
He didn’t understand how it could be so strong, but he didn’t think it was just his imagination—which was admittedly strong.
There was genuine affection in the way they touched each other, the way the sexier-than-sin incubus looked at him. Hope for something more had sprung in Rowan’s heart because this didn’t feel like a simple affair. This felt deep.
He was in love with Ivor, and Ivor’s every interaction with him certainly made it seem as if he felt the same way.
He ran his hand down Ivor’s back, loving his weight on him and also really enjoying the silk of his skin.
Ivor sighed and kissed his jaw. “I don’t know about you, but food is sounding awfully good about now.”
“I could eat,” Rowan admitted because he’d been ignoring his belly’s need for food. He was just enjoying their closeness so much.
Ivor slid off him and got to his feet. Rowan ran his gaze over the incubus’s incredible body, zeroing in on the ass he was seeing for the first time.
Ivor had a fantastic bubble butt, round and firm.
He wanted to bite those cheeks. Ivor looked over his shoulder, grinning when he caught the direction of Rowan’s gaze. “You like?”
“Oh, I like very much. You should stay naked.”
“Only if you will, too.”
Rowan nodded and got up off the bed, smiling when Ivor linked their fingers before pulling him from the room.
“I’d planned to order in some food, but I have the stuff for sandwiches, if that sounds good.”
“Sounds great.” He reluctantly let go of Ivor’s hand but watched the way he moved around the kitchen.
Clothed, that walk of his was sexy, but naked, it was…
amazing. Muscles bunched as he bent to grab food out of the refrigerator, and his lean, muscular legs flexed as he carried everything to the counter. “Can I help?” Rowan asked.
“I’ve got it covered. Do you like roast beef? Mayo or mustard?”
“Mayo. I’m kind of a mayo fiend to be honest.”
“Same. There’s this broccoli salad that Xavier turned me on to that has a mayonnaise, vinegar, and sugar dressing that I can eat until I’m bursting.”
“I know that dressing. You do really have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
Ivor flashed him a sparkling, white grin. “It’s the worst. And now that you have access to my kitchen, I’m hoping you’ll make a dessert for me.”
“I’d love to. I’ve felt off without having a kitchen for too long now. You wouldn’t mind if I used yours?”
“Not in the least.” Ivor stacked layers of beef and cheese on bread. He added lettuce and grabbed a tomato out of a wire bowl on the counter. After slicing that, he added the slices to the sandwiches, which he’d also slathered with mayonnaise.
Rowan’s mouth watered. He was actually pretty damn hungry, though watching Ivor move about the kitchen naked was making him hungry for more than food. He kind of marveled over his own comfort in his own nudity. He’d leaned a hip against the counter as he watched.
Ivor grabbed the plates and two napkins and nodded toward the dining area.
Rowan followed him to the pretty walnut table and chairs.
He felt a little strange sitting naked on Ivor’s furniture, but quickly dismissed the feeling when Ivor instantly settled in one of the chairs. He took the one next to him.
Rowan moaned with the first bite because he’d been hungrier than he realized. “This is great. Thank you.”
“Keep making sounds like that and you won’t get a chance to finish that sandwich.” Ivor stared at his mouth. “Fuck, you’re sexy even when you eat.”
“You gotta know that’s not really a threat.” Smirking, Rowan wiped his mouth with the napkin and winked at Ivor as he took another bite and moaned again.
Ivor just growled at him before taking a healthy bite of his own sandwich. He chewed, gaze going over Rowan thoughtfully before he swallowed. “You really don’t feel any weakness after being with me?”
“I really don’t. I feel great.”
“Amazing,” Ivor breathed as he set his sandwich down and leaned over to kiss Rowan’s cheek. “You have no idea how wonderful that is.”
Rowan watched him a moment, seeing something in his expression that looked faintly like sadness. “Did sex with a human end badly in your past or something?”
“I mostly stick with different partners for that very reason.”
“But you didn’t once, did you?”
Ivor’s shoulders tensed up as he sighed. “I did have a human lover I cared for once. He asked me not to feed from others. It ended…badly.”
Rowan reached out to put his hand on the back of Ivor’s. “I’m so sorry. Did it…did it kill him?”
Ivor shook his head. “I ended things before it could. I also didn’t feed from him as often as I needed, but still, he grew weaker each time.
” His dark eyes grew bleak. “This was a very long time ago. I left him, even though he didn’t want me to.
I know he loved me, and I broke his heart.
But I was terrified of what I was doing to him. ”
“How long ago was this?”
“Over three hundred years.”
“So you’ve never had another monogamous lover in all that time?” That was sad because he got the distinct feeling Ivor had a huge capacity to love.
“Just hookups since. Sleeping with me one time doesn’t do much to a human, so I didn’t feel bad feeding when I needed to. But no, I’ve never had a relationship since.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no need to be. I love sex, and I did love the variety.”
“Would you…” Rowan trailed off, his cheeks heating with a blush he knew was entirely visible.
“Would I consider trying again? Is that what you want to ask?” Ivor reached out and stroked his fingers down Rowan’s cheek. “Fuck, I love the way you blush. But to answer your question, yes, I’d love to be in a relationship, and I’d really love that relationship to be with you.”
“Because you can feed from me without hurting me?”
“Because of who you are, Rowan. Because I’m highly attracted to you, and I find your personality warm and caring. You’re also sexy as hell.”
Rowan couldn’t stop his grin. “I’m so glad you like skinny.”
“You have a lovely, elegant body and anyone who didn’t see that before was an idiot. I’m also quite partial to your gorgeous red hair, and I don’t have to remind you that I adore the freckles.” He leaned closer. “I still have some to discover.”
Desire flared in Rowan’s belly, and he forgot all about the rest of his sandwich.
He moved the last few inches and pressed his mouth to Ivor’s.
Passion exploded between them, the kiss going carnal fast. Ivor stood and pulled Rowan up from his chair.
He tugged him into the living room and sat on the couch before pulling Rowan onto his lap.
They exchanged kisses that went on and on, hands stroking over skin. Ivor let out one of those sexy growls of his, then turned them until he was lying on top of Rowan. Rowan wrapped his legs around him, gasping at the sensation of all that lean muscle against him.
Fuck, he loved Ivor on top of him like this. He started rubbing his cock on Ivor’s stomach. Ivor grunted, then leaned over to the coffee table and opened a small drawer to grab lube.
Rowan laughed. “You keep it in here, too?”
“I keep it stashed all over the house.” Ivor squeezed some into his hand, dropped the bottle on the floor, and wrapped his slick fingers around them both. He propped his dry hand on the cushion beside Rowan and stared down where he was stroking them together.
The feel of his dick against Rowan’s was incredible.
Rowan gasped, pleasure curling inside him, only to spread out all over his body.
His balls drew up and he looked at Ivor to find the incubus staring at him with narrowed, glazed-over eyes.
His beautiful mouth was open as he panted.
He was so unbelievably gorgeous with all that black hair around his face.
The silky ends were brushing over Rowan’s cheeks and neck.
He started thrusting harder in Ivor’s grip.
There was lube all over their dicks and Rowan’s stomach, and he couldn’t care less because the slippery slide was so damn good.
This time, Ivor beat him to the punch, letting out a long groan as warm semen shot up over Rowan’s chest. “Oh, that’s so fucking hot!
” Rowan yelled as his own balls emptied.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open as the pleasure washed over him.
He knew his whimpering sounds were probably not sexy, but he didn’t care about them, either. He was too overcome.
Ivor stayed braced above him, and when Rowan finally opened his eyes, what he saw as Ivor stared at him filled him with so much hope, he held his breath.
“Come shower with me,” Ivor whispered. “Then sleep with me in my bed. I’d like to hold you all night.”
“I want nothing more.”