His weight is a solid, anchoring heat against me, the damp towel around his hips the only barrier.
The clean, steamy scent of his shower still clings to his skin, a stark contrast to the raw, untamed energy pouring off him. That silver infinity necklace dangles, a cool pendulum swinging just above my face, catching the low light. My own shorts are soaked through, a slick, embarrassing mess I can't control, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how much I want him.
"I want you," Vega says as though asking for permission.
I bite my lower lip slight and in a low whisper I say, "Do whatever you like with me."
Then his mouth crashes down on mine, and the world dissolves into taste and heat. Vega's tongue invades my mouth with a deep, guttural groan that vibrates through my entire body, a sound that speaks of hunger held back for far too long.
