" He broke the kiss. “If you don’t stop,” he murmured, “I’m going to come in your hand.” She met his eyes. Hers were gold and dazzling with heavy lids when she whispered, “I’ll lick you off my fingers.” “Good God…” This had to be a dream. One he didn’t want to wake up from. “Where the fuck did you come from? "

― Skye Jordan , Ricochet (Renegades, #3)