[ If she wanted to kill him, this was the perfect method. The slow grind against his hips and her fingers in his hair held him captive better then even the most tempting of sirens, but he was used to quick moments stolen in the alley, an arrangement in some seedy hotel. His partners were few and far between and always someone who knew how to get the job done. His attachments had never worked out well.
Tugging on her towel, he stepped in closer, forcing her legs apart. He took advantage of her parted lips, tasting, devouring.