I think that at this point, I have more endorphins running through my veins than I do blood.
I’m hooked…on the sex…not on him. Just the sex. But we can’t do it again. We agreed. One night, and that’s it.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Grim gives me a shoulder-bump.
The words tumble out before I can stop them. “I was thinking how much I like being spanked.”
Grim barks out a laugh. He stops walking, looking at me. Then he grins.
“If only we had more time.”
“Even if we did have time,” I shake my head, “I can’t. I think you might have broken me.”
His face morphs from humor to concern in a second. “You promised me you’d tell me if I—”
“I’m fine…it’s all good.” I wave a hand. “Just a little tender, that’s all, and in a good way.” I smile.
“Good.” He sighs, relief evident on his face. “I did worry that I may have gotten a little carried away.”
“You didn’t. Actually, I’m pretty sure you were holding back.”
He gasps, grabbing my arm and pulling me so that I’m facing him. It feels like a standoff.
“Come again? You think I went easy on you?” He narrows his eyes. “You just finished telling me how I broke you. How is that going easy?”
“Yes, I do think that. And only because you didn’t… I mean, you…um…you…” I look down at my shoes, suddenly feeling a little shy, which is so stupid. This man knows the taste of my pussy. He knows the sounds I make when I come. How I look when I come, just like I know exactly what he looks like, and it was beautiful. How his face went slack. How he bit down on his plump lower lip. How he grunted hard before he roared. How black scales popped up on his chest. All of it. He was so wild and caveman. It was awesome.
“Spit it out already, Wren.” Grim’s voice drops lower. “Please tell me how it is that I went easy on you.”
“You…” I giggle. “You know what, forget I said anything.”
He pushes me against the wall and cages me in with his body, not actually touching me. His hands are on the wall above my head. I can hardly breathe.
“Tell me,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “How did I go easy on you, Wren?”
“Fine. You promised me some ass action, and you never delivered. That’s over-promising and under-delivering. You know that, right?”
He grips my hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.
“I can fix that right now.”
I push against his chest, and he takes a voluntary step back, letting me go.
“No, you can’t,” I tell him, trying to sound firm. “We need to go. We need to fix this and expose those bastards. I was only teasing you, Grim. I meant what I said… We can’t do it again.”
He stands taller and nods, his expression becoming serious again. “You’re right. Thanks for letting me…inside you. I enjoyed every single second.”
I lick my lips, and his gaze drops there for half a second. Heat floods through me.
“I did too,” I tell him.
He pulls in a breath and starts walking.
I follow, forcing myself to focus on what’s ahead instead of what we left behind in that bedroom. I don’t think I can go back to missionary position. Back to okay sex with a nice guy. I don’t want nice or boring. I want more of Grim. A whole lot more. More than I can have.
Pity we can’t always get what we want.
I’m glad I got one night. I’m good with that.
