“I have a few people I can contact too.” Calix takes a few steps in my direction and plants a soft kiss on my lips, uncaring Grim still has his arm wrapped around my back. He pulls away far too soon for my taste. “You can admit it. You like it, don’t you?”
I lick my lips. “Why wouldn’t I? You taste good.”
Calix lets out a deep chuckle, it’s sexy and inviting. “I was talking about the new furniture, but it’s good to know I taste good.”
If I were another woman, I might blush, but I’m not, so I reach for his shirt and drag him in for another kiss. This time, I’m the one to break away. “It’s not so bad, but you could have told me.” I release the fabric of his shirt and settle deeper into Grim’s side.
Calix bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes slowly. When he reopens them, he looks between Grim and me and lets out a small sigh. “I guess I should make those calls. See you soon?” His eyebrows shoot up as if there’s a question he wants answered.
Grim’s fingers find the patch of exposed skin on the small of my back again as he lowers his head to whisper, “Find us when you’re done,” near my ear.
I swallow hard. The words weren’t meant for me. No, they were meant for Calix, and I’ll be damned, but they sounded a little like an invitation.
Chapter 2
The moment Calix is out of the room, Grim pushes me up against the wall, and I’m damn near panting with need. I tilt my head back so I can see his beautiful face. Reaching down, he grabs my hand and guides it to his dick. He’s already hard, and the loose pants give me freedom to wrap my fingers around him.
Grim’s breath hisses through his parted lips. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” He plants one hand on the wall above my head before freeing my wrist, running his fingers across my collarbone and then gliding them down my chest until he presses his palm between my breasts. His eyes close as the tip of his finger taps out the rhythm of my pounding heart.
Grim drags this kind of intimacy from me at every turn. When I want to rush and just feel his skin against mine, he forces me to slow down and absorb the small moments. With my hand still wrapped around his length, I shift to stroke him. Grim’s jaw tics, telling me he’s grinding his teeth, but it still doesn’t spur him into action.
Resigned to let him move at his own pace, I settle for touching him. Grim’s eyes darken when I release him and reach up to slide the buttons of his shirt open. Normally, I would just rip it apart, since it’s not like it would be hard for him to replace, but I take my time brushing my fingertips and knuckles against him as much as possible. His finger continues to keep the cadence of my pulse, but his eyes are locked on my face. I keep peeking up at him after every button slips free until the shirt splits, leaving his chest and torso completely exposed.
A small sound of appreciation escapes me. Every inch of Grim is perfection, and when I call him the Angel of Death, I’m not joking. He must have been created by God. A very light dusting of dark hair begins just under his clavicles and flows over his pecs, tapering down his abdominals and eventually thinning into a line I would easily call a happy trail before it reaches his pubic hair.
His pants are loose enough that they expose just a hint of the thicker hair leading to his heavy cock. “Do you wear anything under your robe?” My voice is husky. I can’t help but think about how he usually chooses light clothing.
“I didn’t.” Grim leans in a little closer, and I’m rewarded with the sensation of his warm skin and even hotter breath caressing me. I swallow and let my eyelids flutter closed.
“Didn’t?” I question.
He leans in even closer. “You make me needy all the time.” Grim pushes his body into mine, and the wall at my back keeps me in place as he swivels his hips. I can feel his hard length against my belly. “One thought of your soft skin or the smell of your hair and I ache. Even the blue sky teases me, reminding me of your eyes and how they darken when you look at me, just like a storm on the horizon.”
I reach up, grab the back of Grim’s neck, and tug him down to my mouth for a scorching kiss. When I pull away, I’m breathing hard, and his eyes are alive with flames. “Take your clothes off, Omnia, I want to see every inch of your body before I sink inside you.”
Without hesitation, I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head, then my pants are gone in the next second, pooled around my feet.
Grim takes a step back and starts his perusal. His heated gaze slowly trails up from my toes, and he licks his bottom lip when he reaches the apex of my thighs, lingering there before his eyes flow further up my body. My chest is still rising and falling quickly as I drag in short pants of air.
Grim crooks his finger, beckoning me closer. Unabashed, I take one step, then another. I’m so close I can feel the heat of his skin teasing mine. While looking down at me, Grim ever so slowly makes a circle around me, examining every exposed inch of my flesh. He trails his fingers over the swell of my hip and palms my ass possessively as he returns to stand before me. I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin from my desire for him to touch more of me. His hand on my ass isn’t nearly enough.
I hook my finger in the waistband of Grim’s pants, running my knuckles along the sensitive skin near his hip. I can feel the dip of the muscle of his Adonis belt near his groin. I’ve run my tongue over that spot many times. Sexy fucker.
“Enough looking.” I entice him by sliding my hand right into his pants and cupping his balls. Grim throws his head back, exposing his neck to me. Taking advantage of the position, I use my other hand to push his pants down his legs and wrap my fingers around his dick the moment he’s free.
Grim is the king of delayed gratification, but right now I need him too badly to let him play with me. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and take his tip into my mouth. When I look up, his head and eyes are lowered as he watches me. “Missed you, Loverboy.”
He threads his fingers into my hair, his short nails dragging against my scalp until he takes a firm handful of my long locks. My back arches and my body sings. I’m so hot, the air moving around my body feels cold, especially between my legs.
“Stars, you honor me.” Grim shifts a little and starts rocking his hips forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. I tighten my grip on his balls and work my fist up and down his length while using my tongue on his tip.
After only a few short seconds, Grim pulls back, sliding his cock from my lips, and I gaze up at him, wondering why he stopped.
“I need to touch you,” he growls, answering my unasked question before drawing me up from my kneeling position. As I stand, he slants his mouth over mine, hungry and demanding. My eyes close again as I get lost in the feeling of him as he runs his hands over my sides and back. It’s never enough, not with any of them. If I could crawl inside him, I would. I just have to settle for him sliding inside me instead.
The air around me stirs, the only sound our combined breathing, but I know we’re no longer in the parlor. I open my eyes, and confusion about my unfamiliar surroundings tugs at me, but not enough to distract me from what’s important. I’m with Grim, that’s all I need to know.
Grim ghosts his fingertips down my arms and laces our fingers together, raising them above our heads. My breasts push against his chest as he gathers both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my body without breaking the kiss. I push up on my toes, hoping that wandering hand of his will venture farther down my body and between my legs.
