Being turned around is, in and of itself, exciting. It's like being pushed to the edge of a cliff, flirting with the fall, knowing that with the littlest touch he might fall into the bed and experience the perfect weightless moment. Maybe he's heady with desire for that, and maybe it's that desire that leaves him not expecting the hand slipping to readily between his legs to cup at him. It earns a shocked gasp from David.

One that turns into a low hum of pleasure.

"Seem's you've caught me," he whispers against those perfect lips. "And when I was already surrendering to you."