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’d meant what he’d told Dax. Rowan was perfect. And Ivor was pretty damn sure he was also his soulmate.
Chapter Fifteen
Rowan
Pure, raw jealousy burned in Rowan as soon as he woke up. Ivor had gone out the night before, and Rowan was smart enough to know why.
And after a kiss that had completely blown him away.
Once he’d realized that Ivor had left the building, he’d felt off the rest of the night, and it had taken him a long time to fall asleep. He was angry and burning up with the knowledge that Ivor had gone out and touched someone else. That someone else had put their hands on him, had probably kissed him.
Rowan knew he had no right to feel like this, but he couldn’t help it.
He wanted to be the one to feed Ivor.
But all he had to offer was awkward sex at best. Yeah, the kiss had been incredible, but that was mostly because Ivor could fucking kiss. Rowan hadn’t felt it at the time but now thought maybe his kiss had been more fumbling, not as good. His lack of experience had probably turned Ivor off on some level.
No wonder he’d gone out to find someone else.
Rowan hurried through a shower and quickly dressed in jeans and a russet sweater that was a little too wrinkly after being in his bag so long. He tried to smooth it down before cursing softly. It didn’t matter what he looked like.
He opened the bathroom door to find Ivor standing there. Jealousy punched him in the gut again, and he couldn’t stop his frown.
“What’s wrong, Rowan?” Ivor asked quietly.
What could he say? He had no strings attached to the incubus, had no right to be upset. But he couldn’t stop the rotten feeling tearing up his insides.
Ivor looked sleep-rumpled in black sweats and a T-shirt of the same color. His long hair was loose around his face and tangled. Rowan wanted to smooth out those tangles with his fingers, but he curled his hands into fists. Ivor stared hard at Rowan, a frown pulling his eyebrows closer together. “You okay?”
Rowan’s mouth completely betrayed him. “Can you still feed off bad sex?” Heat rushed into his face and neck. He shut his eyes and groaned. “Oh my god, forget I asked that.”
Ivor narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean bad sex?”
“Seriously, forget I asked that,” he repeated as he tried to walk past Ivor.
But Ivor wrapped his fingers around Rowan’s arm and pulled him into the restroom. “I want to know what you mean.”
Rowan’s shoulders slumped, and he wondered if he was going to stay flushed for the rest of his life. “Fuck my mouth.”
Ivor’s fingers tightened as pure heat filled his eyes. “What?”
He realized how that sounded and now his entire body flushed. “I was griping about what I said. Sorry.”
“You have no need to apologize.” Ivor reached out and gripped Rowan’s jaw to turn his face toward him. “I’m assuming you meant if we had sex, and I’m just wondering why you’d assume it would be bad. After that kiss last night? You can still think that?”
“If it was so good, why did you go out?”
“Rowan, I’m supposed to be protecting you, not taking advantage of you.”
“But if I’m willing, is it really taking advantage? Was that kiss really so bad?”
Ivor’s dark eyes lowered to his lips. “It was wonderful.”
“Yeah, I know better. Trust me, I’ve been told by both my past boyfriends that I can’t kiss. Or apparently do any of the other stuff that well either.”
“Both those men were idiots.” Ivor pulled him closer and lowered his voice. “I can assure you that if we were to have sex, it would not be bad.”
Fuck, Ivor was pure walking, talking sex. A veritable sex god. Being close to him like this was making Rowan’s heart race, and blood was rapidly filling his cock.
To hell with it. He wanted the incubus, wanted to risk disappointing him. “But you could still feed your magic? Even if it was?”
“Yes, I could, but I hate that you think that’s how it would be.” He placed one hand on Rowan’s chest. Rowan could feel the heat of his skin, even through the thick material of his sweater. Ivor leaned forward and pressed his lips to Rowan’s neck, then whispered into his ear. “Pretty sure it would be the best sex of my life.”
Rowan’s eyes closed, desire pooling inside him from the feel of Ivor’s lips against his ear. “Well, I wouldn’t set that high an expectation,” he murmured softly.
“It’s not an expectation but a fact. Rowan, kissing you…moved me.”
Moved him right on to someone else. But Rowan didn’t say that out loud. He’d already screwed up enough with that whole fuck my mouth comment. Oh, and the admitting he was bad at sex thing. Besides, he was completely distracted by Ivor kissing his neck again. A shiver went down his spine, his dick now rock hard.