His touch was warm and heavy, and only spurred on Lane’s interest. What would that hand feel like on his chest, his belly, lower? His dick and balls and ass? God, I want to find out, I do, he thought, but he wouldn’t let himself be played for a fool again. Not after Reggie.
Still, he surprised himself by not pulling away, and was even more surprised to hear himself say, “Listen to what?”
Remy sighed. “Kate was a mistake. We were friends, we were young, we were both fooling around with anyone interested and, one night, we both got a little too drunk for our own good. We slept together once, thought hey, that wasn’t bad, so whenever we didn’t have anyone else lined up to party with, we called each other. It wasn’t even booty calls, really. Just two friends hanging out, having fun, and getting too shit-faced to realize what we were doing. It wasn’t love, that’s for sure.”
“You called her your ex-wife,” Lane pointed out.