A girl had to have her fun.
Especially after such a rough night.
Besides, if all this went to my ever-evolving plan, I would never see this guy again.
It would be a real shame to let him get away without at least figuring out if he kissed as well as I imagined.
Caymen’s brows lifted as I drew closer, but his hands stayed crossed over his chest.
“Seems like we got a lot to talk about,” he said.
“Maybe. But that was just an adrenaline-fueled situation,” I told him as I stopped in front of him. “And it needs a little outlet.”
“Yeah?” he asked. His gaze slipped to my lips, then back up, looking more heated than they had a moment before.
I had him.
That telltale flutter in my stomach said that maybe he had me a little bit too.
I ran a hand over one of his arms.
“I mean, unless I’m barking up the wrong tree,” I said, turning to walk away.
His arm snatched out, grabbing mine, whipping me back to face him.
My heart leapt.
My belly flipped.
Then his hand was behind my neck, hard and possessive.
When his lips came down on mine, they were just what I wanted: hard and demanding.
For just a moment, I let myself enjoy it all: the scratch of his beard, the bruising pressure of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the way his hand went to my ass and squeezed.
I sank into the pulse of my body, the warmth, the clawing ache in my core.
Then I turned, pushing him backward with my lips still on his, toward that bed and its unwashed sheets. And its metal frame.
As soon as he was seated with me straddling him, I sank down. The firm press of him against me nearly made me spiral and lose my focus.
I wanted this.
Him.
But Ineededto fix this situation.
My hand slipped into my pocket, then I moaned into his mouth, distracting him from the sound as I tightened the cuff onto the footboard just to our side.
I rocked against his hard length, feeling his groan vibrate through me.
Then, regretting it even as I did it, I slipped the other cuff around his wrist and tightened.
His whole body went hard as his lips ripped from mine.
I sat back, watching the desire, confusion, understanding, and something a little impressed crossed his face.
“Just so you know, I wanted that kiss,” I told him as I hopped off his lap before he could grab and hold onto me. “But I had to do this. So, you know, no hard feelings.”
