Wren's hands began to wander over Rowan's body as he suddenly found himself facing the window again. His clothing lay scattered on the floor.
There was an easy dominance to Wren's movements that made Rowan feel exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way. Even without looking behind him he could feel Wren's eyes on the bare skin of his back, and Rowan could feel his hunger, too.
He held his breath, letting the anticipation build like steam inside him.
Wren had gone silent, perfectly still except for those wandering hands that left sparks of pleasure in their wake. As mentally divided as he'd been lately, his attention was sharper than ever in this moment. And it was aimed completely at Rowan.
