"You look so captivating today, so perfect. How can you expect me to not take you when you've gift wrapped yourself for me in this color? Why did you make me wait so long?"
Wren spread Rowan's bent legs with a hand on each thigh and lowered himself on top his body in one, swift movement. When Rowan let his knees splay open in welcome, he was rewarded with the friction of Wren's pelvis over the juncture between his thighs as Wren positioned himself where he belonged.
He opened his mouth to say that he wasn't the one to make Wren wait at all, but the words evaporated from his tongue when Wren immediately began to take what he wanted from him with his fingers and lips.
There was a sudden urgency to his movements, a longing that transcended the beautiful lust flashing in the golden clarity of his eyes. While the day up until now had been easy and relaxed, prolonged in its blissful sweetness, now Wren seemed near frantic to make up for lost time.
