His eyes blazed hot. “I’ll definitely remember that.”
She’d never played like this before, had never been with a man she’d felt free enough with to express her desires to. With Gray, it was like she could trust him, could tell him anything. She didn’t know why. Feminine instinct, maybe. A woman could just tell the difference between being with the right guy and the wrong guy.
And when he curved his hand over her butt, then spread her legs and positioned himself behind her, she knew it felt right.
At least for sex. She trusted him wholly there. And when he slid his cock home, he fit her—perfectly. She quivered, tightened around him, and he pulled out, taking his time to ease inside her again, taking care with her until her body adjusted to him.
She bent over the sofa cushion and spread her legs wider, giving him access to power in deeper. He smoothed his hands over her hips, then grasped them and thrust.
She cried out as pleasure speared her.
“Okay?” he asked, leaning over to press a kiss to her back.
“Better than okay. Keep doing that.”
“This?” He rubbed her butt, using soft, circular motions.
“That’s . . . nice.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you don’t want nice though, do you?”
Not particularly. So when he gave her butt cheek a light tap, her * clenched hard on his cock.
“I didn’t think so. You like it a little harder.” He smacked her again, this time on the other cheek, and a little harder.
The sting made her wet, made her buck back against him.
“Yes,” she said, grinding against him. She reached between her legs to rub her clit, and he spanked her again, then reared back and began to thrust deeper.
She liked it—more than she thought she would. Her butt cheeks tingled, which only made her * quiver and clench around his cock. And as she thrummed her clit, she careened closer and closer to orgasm.
Gray leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, then teased her with his teeth, making her quiver and teeter on the very edge of reason. And when he sank his teeth into her flesh, she went over, crying out and rocking back against his cock.
“Fuck,” he said, roaring out his release as he went with her. He gripped her hips and shoved his cock in, shuddering as he came.
He wrapped an arm around her and held her, gentling his kisses over her neck and shoulders as they both came down from that incredible high.
He finally withdrew, lifting her with him. They went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then climbed into his bed. He pulled her against his chest and stroked her hair and her back.
“I should head back to my hotel,” she said.
“Why would you want to do that?” He still moved his hands over her. All over her.
It was quite distracting, but in a good way.
“Well, you’ll be packing up and leaving tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I need to pack, too.”
“You can do that in the morning.”
“I suppose.” She was running out of excuses not to spend the night with him.
Except spending the night—at least to her—meant a relationship, and she was trying her best to keep this sex only.
“Evelyn.” He tipped her chin so she was looking up at him, their faces so close their lips would touch if he moved a little.
“Yes?”
“It’s okay to have sex and stay overnight. I promise not to ask you to marry me in the morning.”
She laughed, and some of her tension dissolved. “Okay, but only if you promise.”
He made a cross sign over his heart. “You have my word.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
She snuggled back against him.
This whole sex-with-no-strings thing? Not too bad a deal.
As long as she kept her heart out of the equation.
FOURTEEN
GRAY LOVED DAYTONA, AND NOT JUST FOR THE RACING, though this was one of his favorite tracks. He loved the beach, loved the long stretches of highway where he could take one of his cars and head out on a drive. Which was why he’d bought a house out there and stored several of his cars.
He was happy to be home, happy to get out of the trailer and stretch out at his beach house for a while. Before they’d left Kentucky, he’d had a brief meeting with his team to go over the previous race and talk about the upcoming one. They’d reconvene down here after the Fourth of July holiday. He’d told them to be ready to get down to work, because the schedule for this race week would be short and intense. But for the next few days, everyone would have some time off to enjoy their families.
For now, he was content to let his team take care of his race car. He’d rolled in late last night and the first thing he’d done was fall face-first into his bed and pass out.