“Now who’s bossy?This is going to be a great second date,” Ares tugged her close to him, slanted his mouth over hers, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that shot shivers all up and down her spine.
This was awful timing but Josie kissed him back, exploring his mouth with her tongue, getting lost in his rich clean taste.
“Better hurry.”Josie pulled away.
“Oui chef,” Ares opened the driver’s door, and bowed.
Josie laughed; he made a very handsome picture.“Thank you.”
She put on her seatbelt, her heart hammering in her chest.This was nuts, she always said no to help but Ares insisted and she couldn’t turn him down.
She didn't want to turn him down.
“What did you plan for our second date?”
Ares grinned, as she put the car in drive and placed his hand on her thigh.
“Xander promised me that the three of them are away this weekend.The entire weekend,” Ares squeezed her thigh.
The weight of his hand on her leg, the proximity to where Ares was, made her head spin.
“No more running into naked roommates.”
“I’m sorry, I should have done more to protect you,” Ares’s tone was so solemn, Josie’s heart lurched.
“I don’t need protection from your brother and his lovers, even if they are naked.I can handle my stuff, okay?I don’t need you to protect me.”
“You’re right,” Ares glanced out the window, then his heated gaze was back on her.“I love how confident you are.How independent you are.”
“It’s an act,” Josie grinned.
“I don’t think so,” Ares gave her thigh another little squeeze.“My plan was to bring you over; we’d have a light snack.Then I would bring you into the living room, where I moved all the furniture against the wall.”
“Why?”Josie swallowed, trying to steady her nerves.The timbre of his voice was so sensual she could melt.
“So, we have lots of room for rope.The floor there has carpet, softer than the hardwood that’s in the dungeon.”
Josie’s hands sweated on the steering wheel.“Are you any good at it?”
“Yes.One of my long-term partners and I were really into it.I’ve practiced rope for…”
“Longer than I’ve been alive?”Josie quipped.Seeing his face drain of colour made her smirk.
“It’snotthat big of an age gap.”
“Tell that to my mother.”
Ares shifted on the seat and a thrill raced through her that she made him unsettled.
“I like teasing you.It’s fun.”
“Do you like being tickled by the way?”
“No.And no touching my feet.At all.”
“Are they sensitive because of how you walk?”
“Yes, and I hate having them touched.They get sore.”
