“You like that,” he says.

“No one has ever bitten my neck before, so it just might be the whole new-experience thing.”

He licks over the bite, and I rub my ass against the bulge in his jeans. “More.”

“So responsive. You’re gonna be dripping by the time I’m done with you if you react that way to a lick.”

My hands slide down the wall, and I look back over my shoulder, my eyes watering as my hair pulls in his grip. “I hope that’s a promise.”

“Christ.” His breath is hot against my neck. “I pegged you wrong. Thought you were more reserved. But you’re a little minx, aren’t you?” He gives my nipple ring a rough tweak and I gasp. “How rough can I be with this?” He tweaks again like a kid with a new toy, and I shudder as the pleasure pain shoots straight to my clit.

“I don’t know. No one has ever played with it before.”

Ray stills and releases my hair. “No one?”

“You’re my first. I’m a nipple ring virgin.”’

For a long moment, he doesn’t move. I can feel his chest heaving against my back, his cock pressing into the cleft of my ass, then his hand feathers over my breast and he gives the ring a tug, his voice laced with amusement. “So.” Tug. “How.” Tug. “Was.” Tug. “Your.” Tug. “First.” Tug. “Time?”

By the time he’s done, my nipple is tight and peaked, my breast swollen, and I am so wet, my panties are soaked.

“Good,” I whisper. “You never forget the first. But maybe you should stop playing with your new toy and see what other present I have for you under my clothes.”

He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, then backs away. “Clothes off and prepare to be searched.” His voice is warm, lush, and filled with sensual promise. But I am oh so aware that, dominant as he is, he’s mindful of my issue with being undressed. A warm, fluttery feeling spreads from my belly, beating back the memories.

“Help me.”

And he does. His hands over my hands, we slide my shirt and bra up and over my head, his fingers tangling with mine, caressing my body as I am bared for his pleasure. When we get to my shoulders, I raise my arms and Ray takes over. Slow and sensual, his fingers glide over my skin, filling me with the sensation of his touch. When he reaches my hands, he yanks the clothing over my head and tosses it to the floor with a victory growl.

“Back in position.” He smooths his hands down my arms and places my palms against the cool metal surface of the shop wall. And then he is everywhere, his hands roaming over my body, setting fire to my skin. When he has thoroughly touched and kissed every inch of my exposed skin, he tugs out my ponytail holder. My hair fans out across my back in a silken wave.

“Fuck. I love your hair.” He strokes his fingers through the strands. “Don’t put it up when you’re with me.”

“Guess that means I won’t be with you when I’m exercising or doing ink.” With a grin, I look back over my shoulder, but my smile fades at the intensity of his stare.

“You know what I do to girls who give me attitude?” He kicks my legs apart, then smooths his hand over my ass.

Desire, dark and delicious, curls through my body. “What do you do?”

His hand tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “I spank them.”

I make a soft sound, deep in my throat. Morbid fascination, dangerous desire—everything I’ve imagined but never thought could be real, he offers with a brush of his fingertips. “I’ve never been spanked,” I whisper. “But I think I might like it.”

His deep, satisfied rumble pulses between my legs. “You’re gonna kill me, sayin’ things like that.” He circles my waist with his hands, his fingers lingering on the waistband of my jeans, skimming along the inside, his touch an erotic tickle that makes me writhe against him.

“Don’t move.”

“Then don’t do things that make me want to push you to the ground and tear off your clothes.”

He chuckles, amused. “We’ll get to that later. Right now, you’re taking off your jeans and I’m gonna help you, like last time.”

With a vicious tug, he reaches around and opens the zipper, then positions my hands on my hips and covers them with his palms, guiding me as I push down my jeans. Although he is working around my trigger, he is still totally in control, and I tremble, overwhelmed with the knowledge that for the first time, I can have what I want without the past getting in the way.

He crouches beside me, offering his shoulder as I toe off my shoes and kick my jeans away. Then he licks his lips and barks, “Back to the wall.”

My mouth waters at his tone—low, commanding, authoritative. Intensely erotic. He is so unlike any man I have ever been with. I turn without thinking, curiosity overriding reticence and my fear of losing control.

Crouched in front of me, Ray glides his hands up my legs, his fingers drawing lazy circles over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, turning my thoughts to the throbbing between my legs. Unable to resist, I run my hands through the soft fuzz on his head.

He looks up, his eyes hooded with desire, then stands, dwarfing me with his massive body. With one hand pressed against the wall beside me, he glides a finger along the edge of my silky red panties, his lips curling into a satisfied smile when I whimper.

“You like red panties?”

“I like what’s hidden by red panties.” His naughty finger glides over my mound, brushing over the thin slip of fabric covering my aching clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I arch my back and moan.