Aurora’s mouth trailed from his neck to his chest, slow and steady like she had all morning to explore him. Her lips lingered at every inch of his skin, teasing with short kisses before moving again.

Rowan lay there, watching her through hooded eyes, his hand resting behind his head like he was giving her full control, and maybe he was. Maybe he needed her to take over because if he touched her now, he wouldn't stop and he had no idea how far she was willing to go.

Her hair was spilled over his chest, tickling him with every movement of her body. She moved like she knew she...