***Dru's POV***
I teased the zipper with my teeth, the cold metal stark against the warmth of his skin. He arched his back, hips lifting in silent invitation, and I dragged his jeans down with a slow, deliberate tug. The fabric hissed against his thighs, revealing the outline of his arousal straining against his boxers—a promise of hunger barely contained.
"Turnabout’s fair play, outlaw," I murmured, tongue darting out to wet my lips.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, inching them down as I mapped every new inch of exposed skin with my mouth. His breath hitched when I swirled my tongue over the dip of his hip, salt and musk bursting on my taste buds. Our eyes locked, his pupils blown wide with restraint. I scraped my teeth along the sharp ridge of his hip bone, an
