#misplaced mail

“I wasn’t staring,” she lied, and he cracked an eye open and raised a brow.

His nose nuzzled in her hair. “It’s okay. I know I’m hard to resist.”

Aelin snorted, carding her fingers through his hair and playing with the strands at the base of his neck. “You’re right. I was wondering how your neck held up your overinflated head.”

His chuckle was low and throaty. She hummed into his skin and pulled his face back from her neck. When he raised a brow at her she simply leaned forward and kissed him.

Aelin could feel the curve of his lips as he smiled into it, her own surely doing the same. It was slow—lazy—as they took their time and savored the quiet morning.

Their languid kisses and explorative touches eventually turned more heated and purposeful. Rowan hitched one of her legs over his hip and she could feel the hard press of him between her thighs as she moved her body against his.

He rolled, pushing her down on her back as he hovered over her and settled into the cradle of her hips. She ran her fingers down his back, savoring the way the hard muscles moved as he continued to kiss her.

He pulled away, and if Aelin hadn’t already been breathless, the dark heat in Rowan’s eyes would’ve taken the last of her breath away.

Rowan’s mouth trailed down her neck, her collar bones, down the valley of her breasts. He sucked a small bruise to the sensitive skin on the underside of one of her breasts that left her whimpering before capturing her peaked nipple between his lips.

Her hands clutched at his back and dove into his hair as he gave her other breast the same treatment.

When she was panting and grinding her hips on him, he finally continued his trail down her stomach, then lower. He’s shuffled to the edge of the bed, climbing down so he could kneel on the floor.

“I didn’t get to do this yesterday,” he explained, gripping her ankles and pulling her towards him with a gasp. “That brief taste of you I got nearly drove me insane.” He spread her legs as she moaned at the memory of him sucking on the fingers he had had inside of her.

The sight of Rowan kneeling between her legs as his hands coasted up her thighs, pulling them apart to give him an unrestricted view of her throbbing core, sent another rush of arousal surging through her.

His eyes didn’t stray from her wet, needy center as he leaned forward, getting so close she could feel his breath against her heat. When she whined at the sensation, Rowan’s eyes flicked up and locked on hers. He held her gaze as his hands firmly gripped her legs and his tongue came out to lick at her clit.

“Oh,” She gasped, her hips instinctively jerking, but Rowan held her down. It was like that first taste unleashed him and then his mouth was attached to her soaking core. His tongue licked tight circles then flat, broad strokes, alternating so she felt something new at every minuscule shift.

When he took her clit between his lips and sucked, her hand flew to his hair and gripped the silver strands hard. “Yes, yes, yes. Right there, fuck, right there.”

Rowan took one of her legs and tossed it over his shoulder. His eyes lifted to hers and he had the audacity to wink before one of his fingers was pressing into her. Aelin tossed her head back, her spine arching off the bed as he added a second finger while continuing his perfect ministrations on her clit.

His fingers picked up speed as they thrust into her and her gasps were accented by high-pitched whines. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

The hand in his hair tightened so hard she was sure it was painful, but she couldn’t care as Rowan groaned against her and the vibrations of his mouth sent her tumbling over the edge.

Her back bowed, her free hand gripping her sheets as he slowed his movements, dragging her through every last dreg of pleasure she could muster.

Her chest heaving, Aelin pushed herself up and pulled Rowan down on top of her. She could taste herself on his lips and she hungrily wrapped both arms around his neck. She gasped as his hard length brushed against her sensitive clit.

Moving one arm, she reached down towards him, having every intention of flipping their positions around so she could show him the same pleasure he’d made her feel.

But then, almost in unison, their stomachs grumbled. Loudly.

Breaking apart, she and Rowan looked at each other wide-eyed for a moment before they burst out laughing. He rolled over to lie next to her, another surge of laughter bursting out as they caught the other’s eye.

Rowan propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Aelin sprawled on the bed. “What do you say we go for that coffee now? And turn it into a breakfast?”

She lifted a brow and looked pointedly down at his straining hard-on. “You sure about that?”

He opened his mouth and Aelin half wanted him to say no and that they could stay in bed. But his stomach rumbled again, and she was reminded of the incessant hunger in her, too.

He sighed, looking down at himself but nodded.

Aelin beamed up at him and shifted so she could lean up and capture his lips in a sift kiss. Much tamer than the one they’d shared a minute ago.

“Then I’d say that’s a fantastic idea.” She sat up and stretched her arms overhead.

Rowan had to blink a few times, dragging his eyes away from the way her stretch lifted her breasts. Clearing his throat once he caught her amused quirked brow, he stood. “I’m going to hop in a quick shower, but let’s say fifteen minutes?”

Aelin nodded, humming in agreement as he picked up his clothes from yesterday, slipped his pants on, and walked out of her room. She threw on a robe and followed him out. When they got to her door, he opened it but paused on the threshold.

He looked unsure of himself so Aelin leaned forward and kissed him, immediately opening for him as one of his hands wove into her hair. They broke apart a few sounds later, eyes alight.

“Fifteen minutes,” she confirmed, stepping into her living room.

Rowan grinned, nodded, and walked back towards his door. She waited until he’d opened it and smiled as he glanced back at her. With one last flirtatious wave, she turned around and took the fastest shower of her life.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Rowan knocked on her door and offered her fresh flowers—where he got them or how he had the time to do so, she had no idea.

***

The door of Aelin’s apartment swung open and hit the wall behind it with a thud. She and Rowan stumbled through, their hands moving over every inch of the other’s body they could touch.

She gasped in a breath, breaking their heated kiss so she could close and lock the door. Not one for missing an opportunity, Rowan’s mouth moved down her neck, sucking marks onto her skin as his hands found her ass and squeezed.

They somehow got from the front of her apartment to her bedroom without crashing into anything.

Their breakfast date had been great. The coffee and food were delicious, but both of them wanted to get to the desert that had been promised for afterward.

With a feral grin, Aelin put both hands on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed so she was standing over him. Her body lit up as Rowan’s hungry gaze swept up and down.

He sat up on the edge and Aelin leaned forward to leave a lingering kiss on the underside of his jaw as her hands trailed down his chest while his gripped her hips. He tried to pull her forwards to straddle him, but she broke away with a smirk. Not looking away, she sank to her knees in front of him, one of his long legs on either side of her body.

Her hands continued their descent down his torso until she reached his belt. Rowan’s eyes were dark and he groaned as she brushed against him through his pants.

“You were so good to me this morning,” she said, sinking lower and glancing up at him through her lashes as she pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. “I want to return the favor.”

One of his hands carefully pulled her hair away from her face, holding it behind her head. “You can get on your knees for me any fucking time you want.” He told her adamantly, his other rubbed at his jaw as he watched her reach into his underwear and pull out his cock.

Aelin’s smirk turned feline to match her purr, “Likewise.”

Her mouth watered at the sight of his arousal, not having had the chance to see it this up-close before. Flicking her eyes back to his, she spit into her palm and wrapped her hand around him.

At the first contact, he groaned again and the hand in her hair flexed. She smirked as she slowly pumped up and down, watching the little changes in his expression as she tested different pressures.

When she got him to tighten his fingers again, Aelin leaned forward and licked a trail from his base to his tip.

“Gods. Fuck, Aelin.” She met his eyes, enjoying the way his breathing was ragged, and licked that same path again but then swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the bitter precum leaking from him. “Shit.” He hissed, jerking his hips forward.

Aelin wrapped her lips around him and sucked. She hollowed out her cheeks and kept one hand on his base to work the length of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Reaching back with her other hand, she urged his fingers into a stronger grip on her hair. He responded immediately with a sharp tug on her strands, and she moaned around his shaft.

His other hand moved to her jaw and his thumb lightly caressed her cheek in surprisingly tender movements considering she had his dick down her throat.

Pushing her head forward, she took as much of him as she could until she gagged, swallowing around him.

“Aelin.” He dragged her name out in a low moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

She didn’t stop bobbing her head up and down, only moved her free hand to his balls as she locked eyes with him through lowered lashes.

“I—Fuuuuuck” His fingers tightened in her hair again as his release filled her mouth and down her throat. Aelin’s hands came to rest on his thighs to brace herself as she took everything he gave her.

Finally, his hand released her hair and gently pulled her off of him. She leaned back on her heels and wiped the side of her mouth, winking as her thumb caught a drop she hadn’t swallowed and sucked it clean.

“Gods, you’re perfect,” Rowan muttered, his eyes a bit foggy in a post-orgasm haze. “Come here.”

She stood, discarding her dress as she did. Rowan loosed another grunt when he realized she hadn’t had anything on under the dress the whole morning. He practically ripped off his own shirt and shoved his pants down.

When the last scrap of clothing was on the floor, Rowan hauled her up his body and she settled on his lap without hesitation, crushing her lips to his in a feverish kiss. He groaned, low in his throat, tasting himself on her tongue, and hissed at his oversensitivity as Aelin rolled her hips over his. She smirked against his mouth and did it again as he bit down on her lower lip, pulling a similarly low groan from her and an extra tug on his hair.

“Stop that,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as she pulled back.

Aelin’s grin turned feline as she trailed her fingers over his skin, tracing lines on his muscular arms. “You weren’t saying that a minute ago,” she hummed, repeating the movement and savoring Rowan’s choked moan.

He gripped her hips with a bruising intensity, forcing her to stop. “Is that how you want to play?” he practically growled, moving one of his hands towards her core and sliding one finger along her slit. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

Aelin pressed her lips together to hold in her moan as he slipped one, then two of his long fingers into her. He moved them slowly enough that pleasure built in her core, but not enough to send her over the edge. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, pulling on the strands as she kissed him, her tongue moving with his.

When his thumb started to slowly circle her clit, Aelin ground her hips down on his hand, hoping to create more friction than what he was giving her.

“Not so fast,” he teased, sounding far too satisfied with himself.

Then he twisted and dropped Aelin on the bed beside him before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving her to gape at his retreating backside.

“Rowan?” she called out towards her open door incredulously. “I swear to gods, Whitethorn, come back and finish what you started!” She flopped back onto the soft blanket and huffed.

His low chuckle made her lean up on her elbows as he walked back towards her, one hand behind his back.

“So impatient.” He tutted, stalking towards her as his eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin. She was no better. Aelin licked her lips as she looked her fill upon Rowan’s impressive physique, her eyes zeroing in on the appendage growing stiff between his legs.

But the look in his eyes, dark with desire, made her slowly inch back on the bed. His smirk widened. When he reached the end of the bed, he showed her what he’d been hiding behind his back. “Don’t think I forgot about this.”

Aelin’s brows shot up as she looked at the vibrator in Rowan’s hand. The one he’d accidentally opened, and she’d subsequently thrown across her apartment.

Glancing back up at him, she cocked her head to the side. “I thought the point of you was so I wouldn’t need that?”

His smirk only widened as he rounded the bed and cupped her jaw in his hand. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t want it to go to waste, would you?”

His thumb brushed over the lip she hadn’t realized she’d been biting, pulling it free of her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth. Aelin could feel another surge of heat and wetness pool at her core at the thought of what Rowan could do to her with that toy. She lowered her lashes and said back, “Definitely not. I want my money’s worth.”

His expression turned downright feral as his hand gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her ferociously. She wanted to pull him down on top of her but before she could, Rowan’s mouth left hers and he propped himself up against the headboard. At her questioning glance, he reached forward and hauled her in front of him so that her back was flush with his chest.

She pressed into him as one of his hands slid from her knee towards her upper thigh. His other hand snaked across her chest ghosting over the soft swells of her breasts, his thumb slowly rubbing over her sensitive peaks. The hand on her leg dipped towards her center, and she stifled a gasp as one of his fingers lightly brushed along her damp slit before dragging back down her leg.

Aelin reached an arm behind her to hook around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair as the hand on her chest vanished and both of his large palms moved from her knees up to her inner thighs and back down. Rowan gripped the underside of both of her knees, and in one swift motion, lifted her legs and hooked them on the outside of his.

With her ankles secured behind his calves, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop him as he spread his legs further, forcing hers to open wide.

Rowan reached one arm towards the vibrator he’d dropped on the bed.

“You sucked my cock so beautifully—I need a few minutes to recharge so that I can fuck you properly. ” Shivers coursed down her spine at the low, gravelly sound of Rowan’s voice. Then he taunted, “You tried to tease me into oversensitivity?” his lips brushed her ear. “Let’s see how you like it.”

Aelin hissed in a sharp breath even as she felt another rush of arousal dampen her already-dripping core.

He swiped his finger down her center and dragged it up her stomach, leaving a glistening trail of her wetness. He huffed a laugh, and she felt his chest rumble behind her. “So responsive.”

The arm at her waist snaked up to turn her head to the side so he could hungrily kiss her. She moaned when she heard the buzz of the vibrator turning on. Breaking away, Aelin was pleased to see that he was panting as hard as she was.

“Do your worst,” she breathed, her voice full of challenge.

“Fuck,” he breathed, kissing her once more before she felt the soft vibrations hit her clit.

Aelin’s hips jerked at the first touch. The setting was low she could tell, but she was so worked up already that she knew it wouldn’t take much more to send her over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” Rowan murmured, tightening the arm holding her to his chest. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Her breathing was heavier, and she whined as he turned the vibrations up. “Rowan, fuck,”

Rowan twisted and rubbed at her nipples to coax a myriad of gasps and whimpers out of her as he kept the toy firmly atop her clit.

“How many times do you think I can get you to come like this?” He asked, nipping at the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I’m aiming for three, if you can handle that then I’ll give you a break.”

“Yes! Please.” She groaned, already feeling her orgasm growing.

He kissed her temple. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”

“Fuck,” she hissed, “Oh, gods. Fuck me, Rowan.”

He moved his legs outwards another inch, opening her up wider, and turned the setting up a notch. “Later.”

Aelin’s orgasm peaked, and she shook as waves of pleasure crested through her. Rowan’s grip tightened on her and she could feel the hard press of his cock beneath her.

When her breathing calmed down, she turned her head to kiss him. Neither broke the kiss as Rowan trailed the device down from her clit and coated it in her arousal. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly pushed the still-buzzing tip into her.

“Oh, my gods,” she groaned, dropping her head so he could kiss down her neck. Her chuckle was breathy as she said, “thank fuck for faulty deliveries.”

Rowan’s head jerked up with a satisfied grin. Their gazes met, and beneath the layers of desire, she could see amusement twinkling in his pine-green eyes. “I’ll thank the FedEx guy next time I see him.” He teased, his voice still heavy with lust. Then her laugh cut off into a high-pitched moan as he moved the vibrator back to her clit.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She cried, squeezing her eyes shut as her nails dug into the skin on his arm as he pinched one nipple between his fingers.

“Wasn’t planning to,” he groaned. Rowan kept the device steady as the tension in her built and built. When he stretched one finger from the hand holding the vibe down towards her hole and pushed in, she shattered.

“Rowan!” Aelin moaned loudly, one of her arms moving back towards his hair. The hand at her breast moved to her waist and rubbed calming circles on her skin.

When the waves of her second orgasm finally slowed, she expected Rowan to do something else, maybe give her his cock, but he kept the vibrator pushed against her too-sensitive clit.

And then he turned it up.

Aelin couldn’t close her legs as they shook violently. Her fingers tightened in Rowan’s hair and her other hand clutched at the arm banded around her midsection, holding on for dear life as he kept the vibrations pulsing against her throbbing clit.

His thumb from the hand around her body resumed rubbing soothing circles on the soft flesh under her breast, but it did nothing to lessen the almost burning sensation at her core.

She couldn’t form any coherent words, and she’d stopped listening to whatever Rowan was murmuring in her ear. It was too much. But all she wanted was more, just a little more.

Rowan started to move the vibrator in small, tight circles over her bud, making her cry out at the change in sensation. She felt his lips leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, behind her ear, until she could feel his breath fanning over the shell. Rowan nipped at her earlobe and she cried out again, the sharp jerk of her hips causing the device to lose its place and she almost sobbed at its loss before Rowan fixed it.

Her breathing came in heavy ragged intakes, and the knot of pleasure tightened and tightened. Her hips jerked again but this time, Rowan kept the vibe on her clit as she moved. Her hips sped up, chasing that peak she knew would be pure ecstasy.

“Just like that,” His low voice rasped in her ear as he turned the speed up to its highest setting. “Take what you need, baby.”

The sound that escaped her was broken and desperate.

“Now cum.” He demanded.

And gods, she did.

She screamed as her orgasm finally hit her. Her head flew back onto Rowan’s shoulders and her hips would’ve arched off his body if he hadn’t dropped his arm to hold her firmly against him. The tension broke, setting every nerve in her body alight.

Rowan alternated between pressing soft kisses to her skin and muttering quiet praises in her ear as he slowly lowered the vibrations, coaxing her through her high. Her legs shook and her hips jerked as aftershocks rocketed through her

At some point, he’d set the vibrator down and gently unhooked her legs from his. Some foggy part of her brain knew she’d be sore later, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as her panting slowly evened out. Her eyes had shut, and she blinked them open when Rowan twisted her so she was leaning sideways into his chest with her legs over one of his and his arms wrapped around her.

She felt boneless.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly as she nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing him in.

She smiled against his skin and he tightened his hold on her. “I feel like you gave me four fucking amazing orgasms today and wrung me out.”

He chuckled, jostling her, and she huffed a laugh.

Rowan shuffled down the bed so they were laying down. Then he reached for the discarded blanket and pulled it over them.

“Sleep.” He told her gently when she dazedly dragged her hand down his stomach towards his cock. “When you wake up, I’ll fuck you like I promised.”

Aelin hummed contentedly. She nuzzled into his chest, her words slightly muffled as she murmured. “You could always fuck me awake. But give me at least an hour to rest.”

Rowan leaned down to press a kiss to her temple, brushing aside some damp strands of hair. She could feel him grinning against her skin, so she snuggled further into him as he tightened his arms around her.

“Sleep.” He insisted again.

Aelin did. Thoroughly spent and happy that she could look forward to this, and to Rowan, every day.

***

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Shit.

And regardless of her crush, she was still his neighbor. They’d have to see each other on a regular basis and, fuck, she was going to have to move.

Before she could keep spiraling, a loud, incessant banging thundered from the other side of her door, startling her enough to jump away from the reverberations at her back.

Aelin stared wide-eyed as the knocking continued.

Obviously, it was Rowan knocking, there’s no reason why it would be anyone else, but why the hell was he here? Was he going to make fun of her? No, he wasn’t mean, and if the last few minutes were any indication he was far too embarrassed at the whole thing.

The knocking kept coming and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and slowly walked back to her door. She stood on her toes to peer out the peephole and froze.

It was Rowan and he was staring directly at her.

He didn’t look like he did a minute ago all red-faced and fumbling for words, he looked determined. But it was hard to tell for sure through the distorted glass. What she was sure of, though, was that he was looking right at her.

Aelin ducked down and took another breath. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. Normally she was cool and confident, but right now she felt like butterflies were having a circus in her stomach.

Get yourself together, Aelin.

She schooled her features and opened the door.

Rowan’s eyes connected with her’s the moment the door swung open to reveal his towering body with one arm resting on the door frame above his head.

She didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at her. She didn’t think any coherent words would come out if she tried, not given the way his eyes were filled with so much heat it almost knocked her back a step. This wasn’t the same embarrassed Rowan who moments before was blushing and stuttering. This also wasn’t the reserved and collected Rowan who she’d had conversations with and who she’d developed a massive crush on. No, this Rowan was something else.

Gone was the pink tinting his face and ears, now replaced by a predatory focus and undisguised desire. He was looking at her like she was an oasis and he was a man dying of thirst. And not a small part of her was thrilled by it.

A slow smirk spread across his face at her silence, but not willing to be outdone, Aelin drew up the courage that allowed her to make her earlier comment.

She arched a golden brow and asked, “Yes, Whitethorn?” Internally, she praised herself for how calm her voice sounded.

The smirk grew as he slowly and deliberately let his eyes drop to survey her from head to toe and back again. She felt every nerve in her body light up as if his gaze was a tangible thing washing over her.

When his eyes met her once more, he took a step forward so that he was mere inches away from her. Aelin could feel the heat of him and barely resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he ducked his head low, his breath caressing her ear as he said in a low voice, “If you really want my help, then call me by my first name.”

She couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her as his words hit their mark.

Rowan didn’t move any closer, but she could feel his breath on her skin. He was waiting for her answer before making another move, she realized—trying to see if she was serious or not. When her silence stretched out a few seconds longer, he stepped back. Aelin met his eyes and even though she could see uncertainty there, she knew her own had turned molten at his words. She didn’t think her fantasies about her neighbor would’ve ever come true, but maybe today she’d be proven delightfully wrong.

Aelin licked her lips and it was her turn to smirk as she noticed his attention zero in on the movement. His eyes snapped back to hers and she knew he understood the look of desire and lust she was giving him. A moment passed and she could’ve sworn something electric passed between them.

“Rowan.”

It was as if his name on her lips was permission and a summons because the next moment had her lips crashing against his.

Aelin felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She suddenly couldn’t get enough, and neither could Rowan, it seemed.

Her hands tangled in his hair as his hands gripped her hips, each trying to pull the other closer. Their mouths moved in synch and Aelin couldn’t get enough of the man whose hands now roamed over her body. One of his large hands drifted down to squeeze her ass and she moaned into his mouth at the feeling of it.

Rowan walked farther into her apartment, never taking his mouth from hers, and guided her backward as he slammed the door behind him. She heard the lock click and then both his hands were back on her body. He kept backing her up until she felt the cool marble of the kitchen island at her back causing her to arch further into Rowan. His low growl as her breasts pushed more firmly against him sent hot anticipation coursing through her.

Their lips kept moving together while their tongues tried to savor the taste of the other.

His hands slipped down to the backs of her things, just below her ass, and easily lifted her up onto the counter. Aelin loosed a low moan at the change in position and the thought of all the things those strong arms could do to her. She ran her hand down his muscled biceps and forearms...yes, there were lots of things he could do to her.

She brought one hand to his hair as the other clawed down his back. He made another sound low in his chest and spread her legs so he could step further into her space. His hands on her waist trailed up to graze the undersides of her breasts and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Desperate for air, Aelin broke the kiss and tilted her head back as Rowan lost no time in connecting his mouth to her jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck.

Aelin was on fire. She’d fantasized about this more times than she could count and part of her couldn’t believe it was actually happening. But as Rowan’s mouth continued to kiss and suck along her skin, and as he pressed his hips into hers allowing her to feel his hardness against her body, she knew it was real because her fantasies paled in comparison to this.

She moaned loudly when he found the spot at the base of her neck and collarbone. She felt him smirk against her skin and grip her waist tighter as he sucked a bruise to the sensitive area.

“Rowan,” she gasped and slid her hands across his broad chest and down his arms. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, forcing him off her neck long enough to take the shirt off and throw it across the room. Then she pulled his face back to hers and kissed him deeply. It only lasted a moment before he was gripping the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head.

Rowan’s eyes turned near-feral and Aelin had never felt more thankful to not be wearing a bra.

Almost reverently, Rowan murmured, “Beautiful,” his eyes trailing over every inch of exposed skin, “so beautiful.”

The rush of heat the pooled in her core didn’t go unnoticed.

Aelin arched her back and then Rowan was on her. She dropped her head back and moaned as she tried to stay coherent through the rush of sensations. Rowan’s tongue and lips took one peaked nipple and were doing wonders at her breast while his thumb and forefinger rolled and squeezed the other one. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him to her.

Rowan bit down on her hardened peak the same moment he pinched the other and she thought she might explode just from that. She needed more. He lifted his head and began the same ministrations with the opposite breasts.

Aelin couldn’t stop her whimpers as he worked her oversensitive flesh. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his free hand splayed on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles closer and closer to where she needed him most.

“Oh Gods, Rowan,” she gasped, near overloaded with pleasure and anticipation.

He released her breast with an audible ’pop’ and lifted his face to hers, smirking at her heavy breathing and lust-clouded eyes.

Aelin noticed something shift in his face and he let his smirk drop as he leaned his forehead against hers. He was still watching her with desire and need, but there was something more, too—something deeper.

“Aelin,” he rasped, and his breath fanned across her face. He raised a hand to gently cup her cheek, the gesture infinitely more tender than their actions moments before. She leaned into the touch and that seemed to reassure him as he said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time. This. You.”

Her heart stuttered as he spoke. What? He’d wanted her for a long time? She’d wanted him. Had they both just been too afraid to tell each other? Aelin searched his face for answers. He meant it. She could hear the sincerity of his voice and see it in his eyes. She listened as he kept talking while lightly stroking her cheek.

"You're funny and clever and beautiful. When we talk you get on my last nerve, but somehow those conversations are the part of my day I look forward to most."

She huffed a laugh, but Rowan said, "You're the part of my day I look forward to most."

Her throat felt tight. At a momentary loss for words, Aelin kissed Rowan softly, but with all the happiness she felt at his admission.

When she pulled away, he was still watching her. “Rowan,” his eyes shuttered as she murmured his name, “I want this, too. You, too. I have for a while.” And it was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders as she spoke the words.

Aelin’s heart leaped as a bright smile crossed Rowan’s face, and she couldn’t help but mirror it as she thought about how a mere mistake with their mail led to this. How her gorgeous neighbor had opened her vibrator and became so endearingly flustered that she made a joke about using him instead of the toy. How he’d seen the joke as what it actually was: an invitation. How they had just admitted to liking each other—apparently having done so for longer than either of them knew. And how they were both still half-naked, disheveled, and breathing hard in her kitchen.

He kissed her again and this time it was closer to the heat they shared before, but not quite. Aelin needed more, though, so she said with her normal amount of swagger, “You know, If you’d said something to me sooner,” she paused as he trailed kisses down her neck, “then I wouldn’t have had to spend so much money.”

“What?” He detached his mouth and looked at her in confusion as his hands migrated to her thighs.

She smirked, “You have no idea how much I spent on batteries ever since you moved across the hall.”

His eyes darkened and he growled before threading his fingers in her hair and tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth. This time, it was all tongues and teeth. Her hands clawed down his back as she bit his lower lip and tugged on it before slanting her mouth back over his.

Rowan stepped as close as he could get to her body and moved his hand up to the apex of her thighs. She wanted to sigh in relief as his thumb finally—finally—brushed across her clit. She didn’t sigh, but she did moan when he started rubbing small circles on her, the fabric of her leggings and panties making the fiction deliciously sweet.

Aelin could hardly think straight, but she did have the coherency to realize that Rowan absolutely knew how to multitask. One of his thumbs was rubbing circles on her clit while the rest of his hand gripped her thigh with a bruising intensity; his other hand was up massaging her breast, occasionally running that thumb over her nipple, keeping it peaked; not to mention the luxurious way his tongue was moving with hers.

Without warning, he moved his hands to the backs of her thigh and before she could protest the loss of his fingers, he was lifting her from the counter. Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed a series of marks along his jaw. She thought he’d carry her into her bedroom, but instead, he walked to the couch, apparently deciding the bedroom was too far away.

Rowan sat down on the cushion, keeping Aelin wrapped around him so she had a leg on either side of his thighs, effectively straddling him. Pressed together, they both moaned at the sensation of her nipples rubbing against his hard chest.

Aelin wrapped her arms around his neck and started rolling her hips, desperately trying to get some friction to relieve the ache between her legs. She could feel him, hard and ready, straining in his pants, and Aelin didn’t hold back her groan as she shifted her hips and felt the shape of him press against her core.

Rowan’s hands instantly flew to her hips to grip them and help move her along his hard length. He worked her over his lap a few more times before sliding his handing below the waistband of her leggings to cup her ass in his hands. When he squeezed, she let out a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper.

“Rowan, I need you.” She didn’t think she could wait much longer.

He nipped at her lip and his hands squeezed again before gripping her leggings and panties in a single hold and pulling them down, lifting each of her legs to get them off as quickly as he could.

His hands gripped her hips again but instead of staying there, he used his hold on her to lift her so she was only straddling one thigh. Almost unconsciously, her hips started rolling over his leg. She threw her head back as her naked core ground down against the rough fabric of his pants.

“That’s it.” Rowan’s guttural praise sent another wave of heat coursing through her and she struggled to keep her breathing steady as she rolled her hips faster. “Ride my thigh, baby.” His hands roughly grabbed her hips and moved her faster.

Gods, his voice was almost enough to send her over the edge.

“Rowan, yes,” her grip on his shoulders was so tight she was sure it would leave marks, but she didn’t care, not as the coil in the pit of her stomach tightened with every movement of her body.

He kept one hand on her hip and moved the other so he could rub her clit again. It was almost too much but in the best possible way. She moved faster, pushing down harder against his thigh in a desperate search for more friction. Rowan’s fingers rubbed harder and she screwed her eyes shut as the pressure inside of her built and built.

“You’re so beautiful,” He kissed her neck, “Look at you,” his mouth was right next to her ear sending shivers straight to her core. “Gods, I’ll never get tired of the face you make when you moan my name.”

She was close and his words were quickly sending her to the edge.

“That face, Aelin, is what I’ll see every time I close my eyes.”

She couldn’t respond, just moved her hips faster.

“And all those little sounds coming out of that wicked mouth,” he chuckled darkly, urging her hips to keep moving. “I have all kinds of plans for that mouth.”

She was so close, she could almost taste it—

He sucked on her earlobe, then said in that low purr, “Come for me. I want to watch you come undone knowing exactly who got you there. Come. For. Me.”

Aelin shattered.

All the tension exploded, her head fell into the crook of Rowan’s neck and she opened her mouth in a silent moan. Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed through her in wave after wave of cascading pleasure.

Rowan kept her moving, his hands never leaving her hips. He slowly brought her down from her high, continuing to mutter praises in her ear.

She smiled against his skin; her mind was fuzzy and her body aching in the most amazing way.

Aelin pressed languid kisses along Rowan’s neck. She shifted her hips and could still feel his erection pressing forcefully against his pants. At the movement, he cursed and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her pressed against him as he hastily walked them into her bedroom.

Aelin sucked a particularly heavy bruise into the side of Rowan’s neck and decided that the low moan it drew from the back of his throat was one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard.

“Mm, Rowan,” She struggled to get out words while attaching her mouth to his skin, “I need you. Now. Please.” The last word she said was through a whimper as his fingers found her clit again before slowly sliding down to run through the juices of her dripping core.

He was still holding her up with one arm as he brought the other to his mouth to suck her juices from his fingers, keeping his eyes locked with hers and moaned at the taste of her.

She was panting; Aelin had never been so turned on. And she needed him—now.

“Ro, please” she tried to squirm in his grip.

She didn’t know if it was the desperation in her voice or the name she used for him, but suddenly she was thrown backward onto the bed, landing with a soft bounce. She laid there, soaking in the image of Rowan prowling towards her while unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and boxers. His hungry eyes didn’t leave her face as hers unabashedly went straight towards his cock as it sprung free. Her mouth watered. He was as beautiful as she imagined, and as deliciously big as he felt when she was grinding down on him.

If hadn’t needed him before—which she absolutely did—she would be desperate now—which she was.

And then Rowan was on top of her with an arm on either side of her body. He paused a moment to look at her sprawled beneath him and slowly dragged a hand down her neck, the valley of her breast, her stomach, and finally down to cup her between the legs. He smirked.

He was about to say something else, but she cut him off, “Later.” She insisted, knowing she was plenty prepared for him, “I need you inside me.” Aelin pulled him down so his full weight was pressing her into the mattress. “Side table, top drawer—condom.”

Rowan blindly reached out and grabbed the small foil from where she said it’d be. He ripped it open and rolled it on.

Aelin raised herself on her elbows and bit her lip as he stepped to the edge of the bed. He smirked again and wrapped his hands around her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed with a squeal. Rowan chuckled at the sound and smiled down at her.

She grinned back and relished in the feeling that this wasn’t awkward. As she looked at Rowan smiling above her, she knew it was perfect.

He leaned down to kiss her, deep and passionate, then pulled away and held her gaze.

"Aelin." His hands grazed her body. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She shivered as he held her gaze intently. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

“Yes. Please, Rowan.”

He pulled her body even closer to his and lined his cock up with her entrance. He didn’t immediately push in, instead, he slid the shaft through her folds, coating himself in her slick. When his tip brushed against her clit, she let out a moan.

“No more teasing, I need—”

And then he was sliding into her. And in. And in. Her back arched and she cursed as Rowan bottomed out.

“Fuck, Aelin,” Rowan hissed from between his teeth, his brow furrowing in concentration to stay still while she adjusted. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

She couldn’t form words, but she lifted her hips in silent request and Rowan took that as permission to let go

He grabbed one of her legs, resting it on his shoulder, and used his hand to hold her other leg wide open. He didn’t hold back, he thrust into her with everything he had. It was as if the months of silent desire all crashed into him now and he had to show her, physically, just how much he wanted—needed—her.

He shifted the angle of her hips and then he was hitting the spot deep inside that sent her head falling back and a string of curses flying out of her mouth.

“Oh! Fuck, Rowan, yes!” She met his eyes and he turned his face to kiss her calf still resting on his shoulder.

He didn’t slow his pace as he grinned down at her, “There you are. I thought you’d gone mute on me.” She didn’t correct him by saying she’d been anything but mute. Speechless, maybe. Mute? Absolutely not.

Rowan was relentless, and she loved it. His hips kept snapping into hers sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through her. Already, she could feel another orgasm building.

One moment he was fucking her, the next he pulled fully out, gripped her hips, and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees. Rowan pulled her hips back to his and then he was spearing into her again. Aelin cried out with every thrust, pushing her hips back to meet Rowan’s movements.

Then he slowed down to a leisurely pace and she tried to get him to speed up again but then she felt him lean over her so his chest was pressed flush to her back. She shivered as he spoke into her ear.

“Are you close, Aelin?” His voice was rough from exertion. He was still moving in her but not nearly as forcefully as needed him to be. She wanted him to unleash himself, to fuck her so she couldn’t walk straight.

“Yes! Yes, yes, please, fuck me, Rowan,” she gasped out.

He huffed a dark laugh and moved one hand down her front to tweak her nipple and causing her to cry out. Then his hand drifted further until he was rubbing her clit in harsh bursts. He stood back up, this time pulling her with him, so she was kneeling on the bed with him standing behind her.

She could feel herself getting there.

“You can do it. I know you can, baby.” He picked up his pace and rubbed his fingers in time with his thrusts.

Oh gods, oh gods, it was too much. It was so good.

“Look at me.” Rowan grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side to plant a wet kiss to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head to keep herself in place as he continued to fuck her into oblivion. “I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to know who made you feel this good.”

“You,” Aelin gasped, “You, Rowan. Gods, You.”

She felt her orgasm climb higher. She was right on the cusp of something incredible and she wanted more, needed more.

As if he could sense that she was right on the edge, he moved the hand that was gripping her hip down to her entrance where he kept thrusting relentlessly.

“You’re doing so well.” Another kiss to her neck. “I’m going to help you do even better.”

His middle finger gently brushed the place where his cock was thrusting inside her and—while still using his other hand to rub her clit—pushed his finger inside her along with his cock.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he continued to kiss her neck, while she let out a broken moan at the added stretch as he fingered her and fucked her simultaneously.

It felt so gods damned good.

“The next time you touch yourself,” his voice sounded especially strained in her ear, but she couldn’t focus on anything beyond the sensations he was making her feel. “I want you to think of me. To remember how good I fucked you, and how hard I made you come.”

His words were her undoing.

Aelin screamed as released barreled through her. Her legs shook and it was only Rowan’s arms around her that kept her from falling on her face. She felt his thrusts falter and then he cursed as he came, filling up the condom as her walls fluttered around him.

He held her against his body until he could steadily set her down on the bed and slowly pull out of her.

She whined softly at the sudden emptiness, but a moment later Rowan was there lying on the bed next to her and pulling her into his arms.

When she opened her eyes, Rowan was already staring at her with a soft, post-sex, dazed grin.

She knew she didn’t look any less dopey with her smile.

Rowan ran a soothing hand down her arm, gently pulling her closer to him. “Are you okay?” The concern in his face made her heart flutter.

“Better than okay,” Aelin rested an arm across his chest and laid her head on his shoulder, “that was amazing.”

She could help a small giggle that escaped as Rowan grinned at her praise.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I moved in and saw you outside your door watching as I was moving boxes."

She raised a brow and smirked, “well, I’ve wanted you to do that ever since you moved in and I watched you effortlessly haul those boxes around."

He huffed a laugh and said, “Get coffee with me tomorrow.”

Aelin smiled broadly and tucked herself even closer into Rowan’s side. “It’s a date.”

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