Page 60 of His Eternal Temptation

Lane kissed his temple. “Me too, sweetheart. Being trusted with the big stuff soothes my own insecurities. I want to be here for you.”

The desire to never let Lane go roared through Rowan. See how clingy he was? He wanted Lane forever after a few days. But for the first time, he didn’t immediately assume it was a bad thing.

Lane might also want him forever.

Rowan lifted his head, and their eyes met. Lane pulled him into a kiss, and Rowan melted, his body wrapping around Lane as he eagerly accepted Lane’s tongue into his mouth. Lane shifted on top of him, pressing between his thighs, naked skin on naked skin.

“Please,” Rowan begged.

Lane rolled his hips, their hard cocks bumping. “Like this?”

“Yes. Please.” Asking and having his desires granted drove Rowan wild like nothing else. He had no doubt Lane would give him what he needed.

Lane didn’t disappoint. He thrust, slow and sensual, his muscles rippling and flexing above Rowan, their noses brushing. Gentle hands skimmed Rowan’s chest, teasing his nipples and stealing his breath. His skin came alive under Lane’s touch.

“How do you want me?” Rowan asked, desperate to give Lane everything.

“Like this. Soft and easy. Pliant beneath me. At the mercy of my touch.” He pulled back and circled a hand around their aligned cocks. “Damn, you look good. So hard for me.”

Rowan thrust into Lane’s grip. “Desperate for you.”

“Yeah you are.” Lane sounded satisfied. “Where’s your lube?”

“In the side table.”

Lane retrieved it and slicked their cocks. “There we go. Show me how much you need this.”

Rowan moaned, pleading for Lane, who answered each aching request with a stroke, a thrust, a kiss, a hungry look that scorched Rowan’s soul. He trembled beneath Lane as his pleasure built.

“Come for me. Mm, there it is, good boy.” Lane coaxed Rowan through his release, face alight with his own pleasure, and followed him over the edge shortly after.

They kissed until Rowan’s lips were swollen. Even then, he didn’t want to stop.

He never wanted to let Lane go.

SIXTEEN

LANE

Lane jolted awake. Rowan was tense and trembling in his arms, his agonized growls filling the dark room. Another dream.

Lane tightened his grip and spoke into Rowan’s ear. “Wake up. I’ve got you.”

He shuddered, and a moment later, his body went lax. “Lane?” It came out confused and small.

“I’m here.” He kissed Rowan’s neck. Rowan arched into it, making Lane’s chest expand.

“That’s better,” Rowan murmured, snuggling closer.

“Need more?”

Rowan nodded, gripping Lane’s arm. “Make me forget.”

Lane did it gladly, kissing Rowan harder, running a hand over his chest and stomach to his soft cock. He circled Rowan, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a tiny thrust of his hips. Lane worked him until he was stiff. “This enough?”

“No,” Rowan panted. “More, please?”

Lane nipped his shoulder and grabbed the lube. With a slick hand, he stroked Rowan until precum beaded at his tip, and he couldn’t seem to suppress his soft little moans. “How about now?”