From the nightstand, he grabbed a packet of wet wipes, then dropped it back.
He danced his fingertips over my hips and up my sides. “Can I lick you?”
I beamed. “Anywhere you want.”
Rowan cleaned up his mess in the most erotic way, dragging his tongue over my skin, kissing, nuzzling.
He was worshipping me.
I could get used to it.
He paused at my nipples. “These are so sexy,” he said, and sucked on my pierced bud. It grew hard under his tongue. And so did another part of my body. Except for my limbs, which turned into cooked noodles, surrendering to whatever Rowan had planned.
I stroked his hair as the elation of the encounter was leaving me with one invasive thought in my head. “My ex-boyfriend hated pierced nipples, so I got these after we broke up.” Ugh, why did I have to ruin a moment by mentioning that idiot?
“Spite?” Rowan lifted his head, then nuzzled the spot between my pecs.
“More of an appreciation of my body and owning that I can do whatever I feel is right for it and not what someone else wants.”
“I like that. Your ex sounds like an asshole.”
“Let’s not belittle assholes.”
“Good point. Yours was fun to play with,” Rowan said, then kissed my clavicle and rolled to the side.
I threw a leg over his thigh and an arm over his chest, playing with the hair there. I traced my fingers down to the happy trail on his abdomen, to his spent cock, resting heavily on his thigh. Rowan was very proportional.
“Is it hard to find shoes for your size?”
Rowan wiggled his toes. “No, BlackHorns carry footwear that would work for me, and I do have a few pairs made by them.”
The brand was famous for its cryptid clothes, from casual to super formal, covering a wide range and catering to all shapes and monster needs.
“So you like going barefoot?”
“I do now, yes. My feet are made for walking directly on the ground. I used to wear sneakers to school to fit in better, but I’m over that.”
“I like that you don’t hide them.” I coughed, wanting to smack myself. What if he thought I was objectifying him? “I mean—”
“It’s fine. You don’t seem like a cryptid chaser.” He put an arm around me and stroked my back. “I had a few decent encounters with these too.”
“I’m stuck between curious and unsure if I want to know.”
Rowan chuckled. “Ask me anything. I’m not the relationship type, so I don’t shy away from experimenting. I can tell you whatever you want, but I won’t reveal anyone else’s secrets. I definitely got a few excellent foot massages out of a few feet-curious people. And gave a few.”
“We could give that a go.”
“Next time?”
I swallowed. It was just sex. A fling could last more than one evening. “Maybe.”
I stroked my fingers through the hair on his pec, then nuzzled my cheek into it. I could sleep here. As a big fan of a good bush and a hairy chest, I was enamored. Rowan had a lot of it all. A lot to love.
And I should shake out of my trance.
“Do you still feel like getting ice-cream?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m in the mood for white and milky substances in my mouth today.” Rowan spoke like he was attempting foreign words and they’d come out somewhat off.
