Chapter 50

Alec tore away from the kiss. “You really want to do this here? Anybody could walk in.”

His mouth was wet, the lower lip already swelling. Bending back down, Rowan licked across the succulent curve, satisfied when Alec tried to chase him for another kiss anyway. “I locked the door.”

Alec’s gaze flickered past him as that registered. “It’s still a public place.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Then stop talking.”

Their second kiss was slower. Rowan knew what French kissing was in theory, and he desperately wanted to taste more of Alec, but the first touch of Alec’s tongue had short-circuited him, making his mouth water. More might be too much.