Aelin hummed as she felt Rowan’s rough, calloused hands caress her back. His fingertips trailed the length of her spine from top to bottom slowly, breaking contact from her skin to reach back up and begin again. Her eyes remained closed, though, as she basked in the warmth of the blankets and the ease of the morning. Neither of them had to be anywhere until mid-day at the earliest. They could stay in bed and lounge like lazy cats as long as their hearts desired. Rowan’s warm breath fanned across her face, telling her he’d shifted closer. Lashes flickering open, Aelin gazed up at her husband and snuggled closer to his chest. Even though she was the one with an affinity for fire and its warmth, she loved the heat that Rowan always seemed to radiate. Looking at his lips, Aelin stretched up to kiss him. It was sweet and tender and made her toes curl beneath the sheets. Pulling away, she hummed in barely restrained triumph when she saw Rowan’s brow furrowed with concentration. His eyes remained closed for several more seconds as his mind caught up to the pleasure coursing through his body.
Slowly, his green eyes opened, and through half lidded eyes he whispered, “Please,” his voice was hoarse, and Aelin knew it wasn’t from sleep. Licking his lips, he continued, “kiss me again.” Not needing to be asked twice, Aelin leaned in and captured his mouth with hers. Smiling into the kiss, Aelin swept her tongue out to gently brush against Rowan’s lower lip. Rowan moaned, his whole body trembling, and granted her access. Their tongues met, slow and surely, without any rush or without any care. Their need for air arose, making them break the kiss. They remained close, however, their foreheads pressed together and their short breaths intermingling. Bringing his hand up, Rowan brushed his thumb over her cheek bone. “Fireheart,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
Raising her own hand to intertwine her fingers with his own, Aelin gave his hand a squeeze, “Buzzard.” Laughing, Rowan leaned in and kissed her again.