"Oh, my bad," he said, brows shooting up and hands coming around to cup her breasts. "Have to make sure it's good because I can't have you telling people I'm a horrible lay." Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over her shoulder, the scratchy goatee rubbing across her skin. She smelled like dust and sweat and a hint of her perfume still stuck to her skin. "Not even a hint at your name?" he asked as one hand strayed over her stomach and down to slip between her legs.