“Yeah, girl. I want to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue, screaming my name.”
“Okay . . . that sounds quite nice.”
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That sounds quite nice?
What was wrong with her? It wasn’t nice. It sounded hot. She’d only had one guy do that to her, and it had been pretty good. Nothing like what she’d read about . . . but she figured that was exaggerated anyway.
But now, she had a man say he wanted to taste her, to go down on her, and all she could come up with is that it sounded quite nice?
She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
He laughed, lightly grabbing her hands and tugging them down. “Come here and kiss me. If you start to think bad things about yourself, tell me. I’ll set you straight.”
“And you’re always right?”
“Always, girl. That’s something you need to learn. Say it after me. Gray is always right.”
“Gray is always . . . grumpy. Did I get it correct?”
He narrowed his gaze. “Someone has their sassy pants on.”
“But I don’t have pants on. I’m in a dress.”
“Their sassy panties on, then. But I know how to take care of that.” He ran his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress above her ass.
Her breathing grew faster. Oh, hell.
He squeezed her ass. “This is one fine fucking ass, girl. Are your panties wet? Don’t lie. It will be easy for me to find out if you do.”
Shit. He had to know they were, right? She’d been rubbing up against his leg not that long ago.
“Maeve,” he said warningly, in that tone that she knew meant he wasn’t going to wait much longer for an answer.
“Yes, they’re wet. You know they are.”
He lightly slapped her ass.
Ooh. Do it again.
No, bad girl, Maeve.
“That wasn’t very nice . . . ohh.” She gasped as he ran a finger over her panty-clad pussy.
“Damn, baby. These are so wet. You can’t walk around in these. Best we take them off.”
“Does that line usually work with girls?” She tried to make her voice sound like she was amused. But it came out aroused.
And maybe slightly jealous. Just slightly.
You have no right to be jealous. Everyone has a past. Not like he was committed to you.
Then or now.
Darn. Did she actually want commitment? What was wrong with her?
“Not a line. And I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to taste someone as much as I do you right now.” He slid his finger under her panties, pushing it lightly between her lips. Her breath hitched.