Page 117 of Heal Me, Love Me

A smile tugged at his mouth. “What are you thinking?”

“We could go back to my place.”

He frowned.

“I know anything having to do with Devon isn’t your favorite right now,” I added. “But he doesn’t live there. Derek’s at his sister’s house down south, Mason is ‘keeping up appearances’ for his parents during their fancy holiday weekend in San Francisco, and Enzo’s working tonight. We’d have the whole place to ourselves.”

His brow lifted. “Just the two of us?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What would we do?”

I pretended to think about it. “We could watch movies.”

“Sounds nice.”

“We could order pizza,” I continued.

“I like pizza.”

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “We could have sex wherever we wanted without worrying about your parents hearing us.”

Rowan choked on his own laugh. “Way to sell it.”

I grinned. “Is that a yes?”

His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to mine. “Yeah, baby. That’s a yes.”

Less than thirty minutes later,we pulled into the driveway outside my house, and no one else was home, just as I’d promised. I barely waited for the front door to close before grabbing Rowan’s hand and heading down the hallway. He let me drag him a few steps before tightening his grip on my hand.

“I thought we were going to order a pizza and watch movies?”

Glancing back over my shoulder, I replied, “I’m hungry for something else.”

I pulled him into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. After the intense morning I’d had, I needed to lose myself in him and forget everything else.

Turning to face him, I looked him in the eyes. “I’m in charge this time.”

While we were both fighters, and neither of us was particularly good at letting go of control outside of the cage, I usually allowed Rowan to take the lead when we were together. But that wasn’t the plan tonight.

“Yes, sir.” He leaned back against my dresser, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips, and his eyes dark with amusement and desire.

Once I closed the distance between us, my good hand came up to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for a possessive kiss. Exploring his mouth, my tongue swept in to taste him, part of my quest to memorize the feel of him. His hands rested lightly on my hips as he let me set the pace.

When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing heavily. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly sank to my knees. Making quick work of his jeans, I unbuttoned them and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and curving up toward his stomach. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the weight and heat of his erection against my palm. I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the head, tasting the salty bead of precum that’d gathered there. He hissed, hishands flying to my shoulders, but he caught himself at the last second and only held onto my left arm.

I took my time, wanting to draw out the moment as long as possible. I licked him from base to tip, tracing the thick vein on the underside, my tongue teasing and exploring. I alternated between long, slow strokes and quick flicks to keep him guessing.

Looking up at him, I watched his face as I blew him. His eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted as he fought to hold back the sounds I knew he wanted to make. He was so fucking hot like that, lost in sensation and completely at my mercy.

Finally, I took him fully into my mouth, engulfing him slowly and taking him as deep as I could until he hit the back of my throat. My head bobbed as my hand worked with my mouth, stroking what I couldn’t take. I could feel his control slipping, his hips beginning to thrust upward in small, involuntary movements. As his fingers tangled in my hair, his grip began bordering on pain.

“Keaton,” he breathed. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips still brushing his slick, sensitive head. “Not yet. I want you to come inside me.”

One last hard suck left him right on the edge, and I pulled off before he could get any closer.