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"You don't get to do this," Rowan snarls.

Then he shoves me hard enough to break the kiss.

Fuck me, that ain't going to happen. And just like that, my self-control is gone. I lick into him with curiosity and hunger, nipping at his lower lip and dragging it between my teeth until he gasps into my mouth. My hand slides down his bare side, over slick skin and the hard line of his ribs. When I hook a thumb into the waistband of his trunks, he jerks, and that too is addictive.

"Oh no? Your mouth may protest, but your body is happy." Then I drag my palm over him through the soaked fabric, loving how his cock kicks against my hand, already thick and hot.

The second I close my hand around his erection, Rowan breaks the kiss with a sound that feels torn out of him. "Ciaran," he gasps.

"Nah. Keep lying with your mouth, but I can feel the truth. It's thrumming right here against my palm."

His hands clutch my shoulders, but he still doesn't pull away. Instead, he rocks into my grip with a broken sound, moving before he can stop himself.

I hook my leg between his and force his thighs apart beneath the water, leaving nowhere for that heat to go. I slide my hand to the back of his neck, flatten my palm against his wet skin, and tip his head back, exposing the line of his throat before returning to his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make for me, little mouse," I murmur against the seam of his lips. "Let me hear you."

His nostrils flare. He makes another sound, softer this time, and then he catches my mouth like he hates himself for it, kissing me hard, all heat and anger and something that feels dangerously close to surrender.

Fucking fuck, his mouth feels good against mine.

The medical band on his wrist is flashing frantic red now, throwing bursts of light across the wet tile and the curve of his throat. It's fascinating.

What does it do to him when I push him this far?

The question flickers through my head, but not long enough to matter. Not with the way Rowan has curved into my hold, his chin tucked against my collarbone, his face tipped up so I can kiss him exactly how I want to, his cock jerking against my hand every time I tighten my grip.

If anything, I'll jerk him faster, loving the way the water shifts around us in soft, restless waves. Rowan is shaking now, breath breaking against my lips, body rocking helplessly against me even while his hands clutch at my shoulders like he still wants to fight.

"That's it," I murmur against his mouth. "So good for me. So easy to ruin."

He makes a strangled sound and tries to turn his face, but I catch his jaw and kiss him deeper, licking into his mouth while I keep him pinned where I want him.

"You feel so good," I whisper. "Fuck, baby. I want more of you."

Then he breaks with a sound that is wrecked and furious and humiliatingly helpless all at once, and I feel it in the way he arches into me, in the way his grip turns desperate, in the way he can't stop shaking even after it's over.

I work him through it, gripping his rigid length and stroking him relentlessly, chasing his erratic breathing until his hips slam forward into my hand. A thick rope of hot cum shoots across my knuckles, painting my palm in white streaks as he groans against my throat.

"Fuck you," Rowan gasps.

I give him one final kiss. "Filthy little mouse," I murmur against his mouth, smiling when his green eyes widen, still glassy and dazed. "I'm already thinking about next time."

Then I drag my tongue across my knuckles, licking them clean.

Fuck, he tastes perfect, like salt and heat and something unmistakably his.

And all fucking mine.

The moment my tongue slides across my knuckles, Rowan goes completely still.

For one shocked second, he just stares at me. Then his whole face changes. "Get off me," he gasps.

"You're welcome." Grinning, I finally let him shove at my chest.

I don't give a single fuck about the attitude, not after what just happened. I got to watch the exact moment he lost the fight, lips trembling, eyes gone glassy, his whole body giving itself away no matter what came out of his mouth.

And no one else has ever had that privilege.