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An answering flush of heat rises up in me. My body already feels empty, missing the overwhelming stretch of Gray’s cock, the way the overload of sensation narrowed my focus down to him and nothing else.
When I’ve slipped my shoes back on, Gray steps forward. His cheeks are still a little flushed, and his messy brown hair is even more mussed up now that my fingers have been in it.
He catches a lock of my hair, lightly twisting the blonde and blue strands around his finger, then uses that hold on me to pull me toward him. I go, not because of the tug on my scalp but because I really fucking want to kiss him one more time before this is done.
One arm loops behind my back as he presses his lips to mine. Then he releases me and steps back, his tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he closes his mouth before whatever it is can escape.
It occurs to me that the last thing he said to me was his name. We haven’t spoken at all since he pulled out of me, although something heavy hangs in the air between us, begging to be put into words.
I clear my throat, gesturing toward the door. “I’ll go first. Maybe give me a minute so it’s not obvious we were fucking.”
A smile twitches at his lips. “Little late for that, I think.”
Fuck, I want to kiss that smile.
I want to delve my hands into his hair again.
I want more.
“Right.” I nod, letting out a soft laugh. “Well, uh, thanks.”
Before I can do something stupid and even more reckless than what I’ve already done, I unlock the door and slip out.
A few heads turn my way as I emerge from the back hallway, some people looking curious and some looking lascivious, but I ignore all of them and make a beeline for the front door.
The night air of Los Angeles feels cool on my heated skin, and the sheen of sweat at the nape of my neck tickles as it dries slowly.
Now that I’m outside the bar and away from prying eyes, I allow my footsteps to slow a little, giving my wobbly legs time to adjust. My whole body is still buzzing, and I try to cling to the feeling of weightless euphoria that flooded me as I came—but it’s already slipping away.
“Fuck,” I mutter, coming to a stop as I press a hand over my chest.
Then I let out a startled yelp as a large body collides with mine from behind, thick arms wrapping around my waist.
“It’s not enough.” Gray’s voice is a deep rumble in my ear. “I’m not fucking finished.”
My body goes lax in his arms as something almost like relief floods me.
Maybe I should be scared that a man I don’t even know can elicit that kind of immediate reaction in me, but the thought is banished from my mind as his spicy scent envelops me. Keeping his arms firmly wrapped around me, he steers me into an alley to our left, kicking away a discarded beer bottle before I trip over it.
One hand leaves my waist to sweep the hair away from my neck, and then his mouth is on me again. He presses me against the wall, and my hands come up, palms scraping against the rough brick as he grinds his cock against my ass.
He’s hard again, his dick straining against the confines of his jeans like a steel rod.
I groan when he flicks open the button of my jeans and shoves his hand into my pants for the second time tonight, his fingers moving unerringly to my clit like the first time was just the fucking practice round. Like he’s memorized every inch of me already.
“You thought you could just throw your fucking panties in the trash and walk out of that room with your hot little pussy covered by nothing but your jeans?” he growls, sliding a finger through my folds.
I’m already wet—still wet—and he drags my slick arousal up to my clit, using the wetness to glide the pads of his fingers over my nub.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, nipping and kissing my shoulder as he plays with my clit like it’s a toy he’ll never give up.
His hips are pulsing against mine, his cock demanding and hot, and this time, I can’t fucking wait for him
to finish teasing me. Taking my hands off the wall, I let my cheek and torso rest against it as I reach for my zipper and yank it down, then shove my pants over my hips.
He lets out a tortured sound and pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a choked cry from my lips. I don’t know if it’s meant as a punishment or a reward, but I don’t have time to consider it.
The sharp snick of a zipper fills the air as Gray undoes his own pants, and before I can even gather a full breath into my lungs to prepare myself, he’s sliding inside me again.
