“Me?” I wiped the sleep drool off my face, sat cross-legged on the bed, and reached for the plate. “You mister—” I pointed a finger at him, “are the one who’s drunk.”
“You’re beautiful like this, disheveled and half-awake. But yesterday, you looked stunning.” Rowan gazed toward the window overlooking the gardens. “I will remember last night forever.”
I wolfed most of the breakfast and downed the glass of orange juice from the nightstand. “Me too. It’s so lovely here; I’m happy we’re staying until tomorrow. I will have to call Sophia and make sure everything is okay with the cafe later today.”
Rowan nodded. He might call me a workaholic, but I’d seen him checking work emails on his phone when we’d arrived here, so he wasn’t innocent either.
With one last look at the big, hairy man looking like he was posing for an underwear ad, I went off to shower.
I scrubbed my body and didn’t bother towelling off—just air-dried when brushing my teeth. “I’m still not fully awake,” I said, entering the room.
“I have something that will help.” Rowan pointed to a bucket of ice sitting on the bedside table.
“There’s no champagne in it.”
“We don’t need it.” Rowan popped an ice cube into his mouth and crushed it with his teeth. “Come here.” He splayed me on the bed and wrapped his lips around the head of my semi-hard cock.
“Holy shit, that’s cold.” I grabbed Rowan’s hair. “Don’t stop.”
Rowan pulled away with a smirk. “That was about to give you a taste. Lay back.”
He took a cube between his teeth and hovered over me, tracing the ice along the side of my neck then down to my nipple.
I yelped and flailed my entire body.
Rowan pinned both of my hands above my head with his and crunched the ice. “No wiggling.”
“Or what?”
He nipped my jaw. “Or I’ll tie you to the headboard.”
I flicked my tongue. “Do it.”
Rowan’s gaze darkened. “Do you mean it?”
I grabbed the bars behind me. “I do.” Maybe I was crazy, but I trusted Rowan with my body. I just couldn’t extend that to my heart.
Rowan looked around the room, then popped open his suitcase, rummaged in it, and closed it.
“Take anything from mine.”
He rummaged through what I had packed and pulled out a pair of lacy knee-highs. “Were you planning to wear these here?”
I chewed my bottom lip. “I like being prepared.”
“They might stretch a bit.”
“Destroy them if you want. I have plenty.” I wiggled my toes at him, knowing what I’ll be wearing for his next foot job.
He ran the lace between his fingers. “Do you really?”
“Yeah. And I have a few items to match too. I may show you someday if you take your boxers off.”
He stepped out of the garment as if it had offended him, and straddled me on the bed. His dick was already hard when it thumped on my chest. Fuck, I wanted it inside me so bad. Soon.
“Let me suck your cock while you tie me up.”
Rowan moved up my body and stopped when his dick reached my chin. “Like this?”
