“The guy you zip-tied? Did you leave him like that or did you go back and untie him?”
“Ohh.” He watched her strangely. “I went back for him.”
“Okay. Hopefully, he learned his lesson.”
“I’m sure he did. You talk too much.”
“Sorry, I—”
He cut her off by kissing her again, moving his lips against hers. All of the kisses she’d had before had been fleeting. A quick waypoint before getting to the main affair.
But not with Gray. No, he took his time. He seemed to enjoy kissing her. She moved her pussy against his leg, searching for friction.
Oh, wow.
That felt so good. She kept moving, her breath coming in short pants as he kissed her until she couldn’t remember where they were.
“Fuck, girl. Could you come doing this?” he asked as he drew back, staring down at her.
“I . . . I . . . maybe,” she said breathlessly.
He drew back and picked her up, wrapping an arm under her ass as he carried her to the sofa that was set back against the wall.
Sitting, he positioned her so she straddled his lap. He slid her dress up so he could get his hands on her ass. Then he squeezed her cheeks.
She moaned.
“You like me playing with your ass?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You had anal before?”
“I . . . yes.”
“Fuck, baby. Can’t do that tonight. No lube. But maybe another time.”
There would be another time?
Don’t ask, Maeve.
She’d told him that she could do sex with no strings. And she thought she could. It wasn’t like a relationship was a good idea for her either. She never knew when the urge to leave town and wander would come over her again.
Instead, she moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt. “Can I?”
“Yes. Good girl for asking.”
Lord. Help. Her.
Her fingers were trembling and it seemed to take her forever before she managed to get his shirt undone. She sucked in a breath as she took in the full chest tattoo gracing his skin.
“Whoa. That is so damn sexy.”
“Like it, girl?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me,” he grumbled.