Lucian's hand started roaming...
All the way down Rowan's back, over the expensive fabric of his suit jacket, feeling the lean muscles beneath.
He wanted to strip Rowan bare, to see every inch of his pale skin, to touch him everywhere, to hear him make more of those beautiful sounds.
But he couldn't... Not like this.
"Uhmm..." Rowan moaned again, softer this time, almost vulnerable, and the sound nearly broke Lucian's resolve.
He pulled Rowan impossibly closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip, and Rowan could definitely feel how hard Lucian was through his jeans.
His hardness was poking Rowan in the lower stomach because of their height difference and Rowan's body instinctively rubbed against the hardness.
Rowan's body pressed back, rolling his hips slightly in a movement that was probably unconscious but absolutely devastating.
He could feel his own cock twitching in the hard confines of his boxer.
