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But she couldn’t.
When his lips moved to hers, she was waiting for them. Hers parted, a moan slipping past her throat as his lips covered hers in a kiss that rocked her to her soul.
One hand gripped the back of her head; the other lifted her closer to him, wrapped around her lower back as he bent to her, then lifted her as her knees gripped his hips instinctively.
There.
A trembling cry escaped the kiss as her fingers speared into his hair to hold him to her, to immerse herself in the pleasure rushing through her senses like a tidal wave. How had she ever kept herself from begging for this? How would she keep herself from begging for it when her time was up? When the few fragile weeks he allowed his lovers came to an end?
Tightening her thighs around his hips, Graham cupped the curves of her ass and clenched erotically, sending another swift strike of sensation to her clit. The heavy length of his erection rubbed her jeans against the sensitive folds of her sex and sent damp warmth spilling out sensually. His lips plundered hers, his tongue stroked, rubbed, and tasted hers, and each caress, each flash of heat, made her weaker, pushed her deeper into the pleasure overtaking her.
She knew now what was awaiting her. She knew the lashing flames and spearing bolts of ecstasy that would consume her, and she ached for it. She hungered for it.
For him.
The thick support of one of the cushions that covered the lounge chairs met her back. Graham covered her, his hips pressing and rubbing into the vee of her thighs.
“Damn you,” he growled, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, placing stinging kisses as the short length of his beard rasped against her flesh.
The erotic abrasion had her lifting to him, needing more. Fingers tightening in his hair, she held his lips to her neck, encouraging his teeth to scrape against it. His lips and tongue drove her insane as they stimulated the oversensitive nerve endings and responsive flesh.
“Damn clothes,” he snarled suddenly. Lifting his weight from her he pushed the silken top over her breasts.
Unbound, her nipples pebble hard, the swollen curves felt too tight, too sensitive as he cupped one with his palm and lifted it to his lips.
The sound of AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” sang from the kitchen, the ringtone instantly pulling Graham’s attention from the needy tip of her breast.
“Fuck!” he bit out.
Jumping up from the lounge chair, his jaw tight as his gaze raked over her in hungry regret, he rushed to the kitchen.
—
Every cell in his body was screaming in outrage as Graham stomped to the kitchen and jerked the cell phone from the table. Activating the call, he brought the device to his ear with a sharp, “What?”
“You have friendlies entering the driveway,” Elijah hissed. “And don’t cuss me. I just found out myself when Cranston called Doogan. Now call Doogan and get me the hell out of here.”
“And how did they know where she was, Elijah?” Graham asked carefully, anger tearing through him. “Just how loud did you squeal?”
“Hell no,” Elijah retorted, the denial sharp. “I didn’t tell them shit. But I’m pretty damned sure Doogan might have texted Cranston. I saw him texting. Twenty minutes later the alarm coming into your property activated an image of Campbell’s truck racing past. Now get me the hell out of here.”
Graham disconnected the call.
Staring back at Lyrica as she stepped into the kitchen, her expression questioning, he couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t for the best.
“You’re about to be rescued,” he stated as he shoved the phone into the holster he’d taken it from earlier. “Your brother-in-law and god knows who else is pulling into the drive now.”
She didn’t speak; she just watched him. Damned if he could read that look, either. Somber, intense, expectant. What the fuck was he supposed to say or do? He was so damned hard he could drive spikes with his dick. The need to fuck her was like a hunger that burned and raged through his senses.
“Don’t leave, Lyrica.” He forced the words past his lips, and dammit, that was more than he’d ever given any other woman. He’d never regretted seeing one leave before, and he’d never wanted to ask one to stay longer.
“What would staying accomplish?” she asked softly. “I’ll end up in your bed and you’ll break my heart. Is that something either of us wants or needs, Graham? Do we want that between us?”
“And you think you can just walk away from it?” he asked, almost amused at the idea of it. “Son of a bitch, you really are too damned innocent for this, Lyrica. Otherwise you’d know it’s simply not that fucking easy.”
A frown pulled at her brow as she pushed her hands into the pockets of the jeans she wore and stared at her feet for a long moment. As her head lifted, her lips parting to speak, a hard fist landed on the front door.
“The cavalry,” he said, mocking her softly. “You’ve been rescued, baby.”
