She inhaled, let it out, more reluctant to leave with every step she took toward the door. She paused at the steps and turned to him.
She could tell from the way he looked at her that he read her hesitation. In Washington, your face and body language could give away all your secrets. She’d always kept herself guarded. With Gray it was impossible, because he relaxed her and those walls came crashing down.
Which made him dangerous. “Thank you for letting me stay for dinner.”
He cracked an easy smile. “I should be the one thanking you. You cooked for me and saved me from having to go out to eat.”
“Anytime. I enjoyed it.”
She started to turn away, but he slid his hand into hers. “Are you sure you want to leave?”
No. She didn’t want to go. Just the touch of his hand in hers sent her body spiraling off-kilter. Someone should bottle the kind of sparks his touch set off. It could power an entire city.
“I don’t know how to answer that question.”
“It’s an easy enough question, Evelyn. You either want to go, or you don’t.”
“I should go.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why should you go?”
“Because it would be inappropriate for us to have a relationship.”
He laughed. “We’re not having a relationship. We’re just having sex. I don’t think either of us wants to get involved. I know I don’t. I have way too much going on in my life to think about settling down with a woman. And you’re going to be President of the United States someday, so you don’t want some auto racer for a boyfriend.”
She couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out. “Well, thanks for thinking so highly of me. But you’re right. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Great. Now that we’ve settled on what we both don’t want, why don’t you relax and stay? I want to fuck you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“I think you thought about racing all day.”
“I can handle driving my car and thinking about being inside you at the same time.”
There were no artful discussions with Gray, no beating around the bush as far as his intentions went. His blunt honesty caused heat to settle low in her belly, and all her reservations about him—about them—disappeared. “Okay. Why don’t I stay?”
He grabbed her purse and her keys and threw them on the counter, then backed her up against the wall and slid his fingers in her hair.
“Always give in to your instincts, Evelyn. They’ll never steer you wrong.”
She wasn’t sure she agreed with him on that, but then he put his mouth on hers and kissed her—deeply—and she lost all logical thought as passion took over.
That was the one thing Gray gave her that so many men before him hadn’t—a deep, natural passion that never failed to stoke the fires of her hunger. He grabbed her ass and drew her against the hard ridge of his erection. She loved how fast he got hard, the fact he wanted her with such a desperate need that he groaned against her lips as he rocked against her, deepening the kiss until her limbs felt heavy and she fought for breath. And when he angled her head to the side to press his lips to her throat, her nipples tightened, her * damp with arousal and pulsing with anticipation.
She’d always been normally sexual, had always enjoyed the act, but it hadn’t been all-consuming to her. She could do fine with it, and equally fine going long periods without it. After all, that’s what vibrators were for.
Since meeting Gray, she’d thought about sex a lot, possibly because he was so damn good at it. His hands were masterful, and when he popped the button on her jeans, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand inside to cup her sex, she let out a soft cry.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes. What are you going to do about that?”
“I’m going to make you come, but goddamn, these pants are tight. You need to start wearing dresses,” he whispered against her ear. “So I can lift them up and fuck you when I’m in a hurry.”
She turned to meet his gaze. “Are you in a hurry?”
He rocked his hard-on against her hip. “When I’m around you, all I think about is being inside you. So yes, I’m in a fucking hurry, and you’re wearing pants that are cutting off the circulation in my hand. You’re killing me here, Evelyn.”
It was nice knowing he was as tormented as she was. She kicked off her sandals and he kneeled, cussing while he struggled to get her jeans down her legs.
She stifled a laugh. “Sorry. I’ll try not to wear tight jeans next time.”
“They do make your ass look great,” he said. “But they’re gone. And these are next.”
He hooked her panties with a finger and pulled those off. Still on his knees, he drew her legs apart, then pressed a kiss to her thighs.