"If you're asking about strays," he says, words airy as he pulls for a breath in the wake of her kiss. His arms find her back, fingers trailing along the line of her spine before sweeping around to nestle between their bodies, cupping her breasts in rough fingers with a gentle touch. He searches for her face again, pressing a kiss to the space just in front of her ear before sweeping his tongue up and over the round edge. He follows it with the scrape of teeth and soft pants of breath, pleased with the treatment he's getting from her.

"I take home a lot of them. If you're talking about women, the ones that I've enjoyed the most are the kind you only get when they're prepared to have you."