I sighed and it made him shiver. I let my hands dance over the rock hard expanse of his chest, collecting hidden water droplets along the way. I was headed for that ineffective knot holding the too thin towel closed at his waist and he knew it. His abs tightened under the tips of my fingers and his thighs flexed against mine. Not to mention, the material of the towel did nothing to hide the way that heavy erection between his legs jumped and rose more fully to attention the lower my touch traveled.

“Your brother is a hero, you all are. She’s not going to let the fact he saved her life go, no matter how hard he pushes. Right now she’s bleeding from too many places to realize he is too.” I hooked a finger around the knot and gave it a little tug. That was all it took for the fabric to fall and for all that glorious, straining manhood to be on display. The sight made me suck a breath in and it made my mouth water. Even in the dim light, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. It made me feel powerful, special by being the one he was standing before, stripped and sure. The man was hard to read on a good day, but in the dark with our end hovering over both of us, there was no missing the importance of this moment.

I lifted up enough to give him a real kiss and worked my eager fingers around the hardened flesh that was pulsing against my stomach. His cock throbbed in my grasp and his hips involuntarily kicked toward mine as our tongues tangled and our teeth tried to devour. We were going at each other like the other person was our last meal and our time on death row was coming to an end. It was messy. It was voracious. It was wet and wild. It was going to bruise and hurt when it was over, but that meant it was a kiss I got to take with me when I got on the plane tomorrow. It was a kiss I got to keep and I wanted him to have one that left him with the same. My lips tingled and fire seared up my spine as his hands pulled me closer and dug into my skin. His knee shoved between my legs and pushed his hips and his thick erection into the cradle of my hips. I circled the slick tip with my thumb and felt him growl in response against my aching lips. My mouth was under attack but it felt like love, not war. It was a battle that wouldn’t have a victor because we both won as we took everything the other offered, and I knew we were both going to lose as soon as the sun came up in the morning and we had to officially say goodbye.

“Always so hot and so bright, Sunshine. You burn in the best ways.” I gulped a little and pushed him back a step, so I could sit on the edge of the bed in front of him. His cock jumped in anticipation and pearly liquid beaded up at the tip. I used the pad of my thumb to swirl it around and squeezed the shaft as I rolled my thumb to trace the sensitive lines running underneath the plump head.

I thought he was the one who blazed and burned. I thought he was the one who ignited everything that had long been dormant inside of me. He was the spark, but I was the flame. I was the one who tore all the longing and feelings of inadequacy down and built something better up in their place. I was the one who realized that just because the wrong people didn’t love you, didn’t mean you had to be afraid of the right ones loving you, and then some.

I bent forward, lowered my head, and dropped a kiss in the center of his chest. It made his hands flex on my skin and his breath hitch. I circled a hand around his hip and let my fingers sink into the granite-like globes of his backside. The muscle there twitched against my fingers as I traced each defined ab along the front of his abdomen with the tip of my tongue. His stomach didn’t have an ounce of give to it and the light dusting of dark hair that darted under his belly button toward the base of his erection tickled the tip of my nose as I worked my way steadily lower. I dipped my tongue into the concave circle of his belly button and was rewarded for the teasing taste with my name barked out harshly through clenched teeth.

I started to slide my hand slowly up and down the shaft that was pulsing impatiently against my palm and swooped my head down, so that I could engulf the engorged head in the wet heat of my waiting mouth. I whimpered at the way his heat immediately flooded into me. He filled my senses up and left an imprint on every part of me that was touching him. I swore my tongue would never forget that first taste, that first swipe that had him swearing and bucking into me.

One of his hands landed on the top of my head and slowly started to thread through my hair. He pulled me closer and I had to breathe out slow and steady as he pushed himself deeper into my sucking and swirling mouth. Cy wasn’t the type to take things slow and steady, so he burned across my lips and pulsed in my mouth as he started to thrust lightly against my face all while telling me, “Just a little bit more” and “Leo, you fucking own me.”

There was something about the coiled desire in his voice and the taut tension that had his muscles locked from head to toe that made me desperate to give him what he wanted. I sucked him in deeper. I squeezed him harder. I felt him grunt and groan as his leaking tip touched the back of my throat. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on keeping a steady rhythm and on moving my fist up and down in time with my rapidly moving lips and tongue. The sight of his neck muscles bulging and his veins popping as he wrapped himself in the pleasure that I offered was enough to make my heart race and my blood boil. I could feel moisture pooling between my legs, and every time I moved my head over him and my nipples brushed against the fabric of my bra, I wanted to moan loudly and wantonly. Getting him off was the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced because it made me feel like I did indeed own him.

I was the one putting that look on his face.

I was the one making him say dirty, dirty things, as he struggled for control.