Last Call, No Exit

"Nate," Jane moaned breathing heavily.

The man behind him tightened his grip against his chest, exhaling hot air along Jane's back. His lips brushed over the tattoo spread across Jane's shoulder blades, then moved upward, licking along his neck. Jane tilted his head instinctively, giving him more access.

Nate brushed Jane's shoulder-length, pitch-black hair out of the way, lowering his face to his skin and inhaling slowly, savoring the sweet scent there.
"Hmm... delicious," Nate breathed, his lips never leaving Jane's skin as his teeth sank in, biting just hard enough.

Jane shivered.

Nate's hand moved downward, feeling every little twitch and tremble beneath his fingers. He slid lower, brushing over Jane's hips, dipping his fingers into the curve there. He moved lower still, stroking along Jane's length from the hilt toward the top-then stopped, circling his fingertips, teasing.

"God," Jane moaned, low and raspy.
"You're driving me crazy."