Free More Than Lust (Courthouse Connections Book 1) by Ann Jacobs Page B

out of their wits, conservative churchgoers that they were, if they even thought Andi was doing anything they’d consider scandalous.
    “Here come the guys,” Marcy said as Gray and Sam crossed the dance floor. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Gray was into sex games. He had a miserable childhood, having to toe the line for Mommy Dearest, especially after his dad died. It would make sense if he rebelled in a big way once he got out from under her thumb.”
    Andi wondered . . . If Gray wanted to tie her up, would she let him? It might enhance the sexual experience for her if she felt she had no choice but to submit. Oh well, she’d probably never know, she thought as Sam and Marcy hit the dance floor to a slow, sexy rendition of “Memories of Us,” the song she’d always thought she’d like played at her wedding—if, that is, she ever found the right man.
    “Want to dance?” Gray stood and held out both hands. When she stood, he led her to the floor.
    “It’s obvious that your dance classes paid off,” she said when he held her confidently and led her to the gentle four-beat rhythm of the song. It felt right in his arms. Not weekend hookup right, but really right, as if this was exactly where she belonged.
    When he bent and kissed her, it felt as though this seemed right to him too. Later, when they were alone at his condo, making love as though they’d done it every night for ages, with a familiarity that was practically unheard of in the short time they’d known each other, Andi decided to go with the flow. What felt so right couldn’t possibly be wrong, as Gray had said earlier when they’d danced, sung karaoke tunes together during breaks . . . and enjoyed the company of friends he’d known for years but she’d only shared professional ties with before this evening.

Chapter Nine
     
    On Sunday morning Gray woke, keenly aware that this would be his last day with Andi for a while. Determined to make the best of it, he shook her gently.
    “Wake up, sleepyhead. I don’t want to miss a minute of the time we’ve got before I have to catch that plane. What would you like to do?”
    She reached up and pulled him down on top of her. “Everything. Anything. As long as we do it together,” she told him, her words hardly more than a whisper against his cheek as she sought and found his lips.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, invading her mouth with his tongue when her lips opened slightly as though in invitation.
    Meeting his gaze, she shot him a smile that took his breath away. “Yes I do. But this time I want to pleasure you.”
    “You always pleasure me.” That was no exaggeration. No woman had ever given him more pleasure than Andi, in bed or out.
    She ran one finger down his chest, paused at his navel, and looked up at him as though she thought she needed permission to go lower. “But this time I want to explore every inch of your fantastic body . . . set the pace.”
    That sounded like too interesting a prospect to turn down, even though Gray usually liked to be the one to control his sexual encounters. “Be my guest,” he said, grinning at her as he flopped on his back and waited to see what she’d do. “Just remember, though, that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Tonight I’ll be the one in charge—and I may have some ideas that will shock your semi-innocent little mind.”
    When she wrapped a hand around his erection and slid it up and down, he thought for a minute that he was going to come, just from that simple caress. Because it’s Andi’s hand, Andi holding me , whispered a voice in his head.
    It had been just thirty-six hours—a day and a half. Hardly long enough to form the sort of connection he was feeling. He felt it, though, sensed the beginnings of emotion he hadn’t experienced since—well, ever.
    “Does that feel good?” Her breath blew warm on the head of his dick when she lowered her head.
    He wanted her to stop. No, he