“Three seemed reasonable at the time.” She separated her legs, coaxing my hand between her thighs. Just as wet as last night. Just as wet as she’d been in my fantasies.
I raked my teeth across the slope of her shoulder. “I certainly don’t regret using them all.”
“Is this the part where you tell me it was brain chemistry?”
I slid the tip of one finger inside her. “Does this feel like brain chemistry?”
“That feels like—” She lost the sentence when I pushed my finger deeper.
I pulled her tighter against my chest with the arm she was using as a pillow, my other hand working between her thighs. She reached back and gripped my hip, digging her nails in.
“Garrett—”
“I’ve got you, sunshine.”
She turned her face into my biceps and made a sound that would live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life. I kept the pace steady, reading her body—her breathing, the tension in her thighs, when she pressed harder on my hand. When herbreathing became labored, I curled my fingers and pressed my mouth to the back of her neck.
“Oh god. Yes. That’s the—” Her whole body shuddered, clenched, and I held her through it. A quiet moment later, she whispered, “Definitely better than my phone alarm.”
I squeezed her tight. My cock throbbed to be inside her, but until I could find some more condoms, it would have to be patient.
“Your turn.” She rolled to face me, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed.
“Want to take this to the shower?”
She playfully widened her eyes and practically bounced out of bed. Yeah, she was awake now. “Teeth, then shower!”
The shower was oversized, tiled in gray stone, with water pressure that ranged from rainfall to paint stripper. Grace’s hands on me were magic. She started with her fist wrapped around my cock, water running over her shoulders while she gauged my reactions. Then she sank to her knees, looked up at me through wet lashes, and took me into her mouth.
I braced one hand against the tile. It was, without debate, the best blow job of my life, and I’d have told her that if I’d been capable of speech. Her tongue, her lips, the way she hummed against me were almost as perfect as being inside her.
We’d shared space for over a week, including hotel suites, train compartments, and Jean’s cottage. But this morning was different. This was me washing her hair in the shower, standing at the mirror next to her while she put on her makeup, the two of us getting dressed in the bedroom together rather than trading turns in the bathroom.
Once we were both ready, she headed for the door with her ridiculous smile, which had lodged itself somewhere inside my chest and was making me do stupid things like smile back. “Ready for brunch?”
“Arthur and Merlin are probably downstairs waiting for us.” I opened the door and ushered her out, swatting her ass as she passed me.What is going on with you?In my defense, the forecast was for extreme heat, and she was wearing a pair of shorts that fit her ass almost as well as my hand did. “We should get a move on.”
“So bossy,” she said with a wink. But she stopped short once she was in the hallway, and I nearly collided with her.
Ten feet away, Arthur had his hand raised to knock on my door.
Shit.
Something crossed his face. Not surprise. Satisfaction? Like a man collecting on a bet he’d just won. “Good morning! How did everyone sleep?”
“Fine.” Except I’d been caught like the fox coming out of the henhouse, and I wouldn’t be living this down.
“And how was the adjoining room, Galahad?” Arthur continued toward me, with Merlin appearing behind him. “Satisfactory?”
“Fuck off, Arthur.” I raised a finger to Merlin. “And don’t you start, either.”
“The shower is amazing,” said Grace, either because she didn’t catch the accusation in his tone, or because she was just that nice. Probably the latter. Unless it was a diversion.
Merlin coughed into his fist.
Arthur grinned and pulled his phone out as we stepped into the elevator. All hints of his jokes vanished. “Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” asked Merlin.
