He felt wild, feral, and he wanted nothing more than to claim Fin in every way possible. He stripped out of his jeans and kicked them away.

"I have not begun to be bossy," he countered. He worried his thumbs against his fingertips and he began to circle Fin. The man might keep just out of reach but Willy was an adept predator when he chose to be. And, if he chose to, he could stop Fin with little more than the wave of a hand.

Part of that thought truly appealed to him.