Griffin was not the least put off by her demands. After one startled murmur, he enthusiastically took over, curling a hand around her hip to draw her closer. Moments later, her gown flew over her head, apparently by magic. He was not interested in going slowly, and neither was she.
He loved her breasts with tongue and gently nipping teeth. She urged him on, gasping when he reached down and squeezed her. Her legs fell open on reflex, and he laughed as his mouth trailed down.
His lips were oh so soft, but not as hot as his gentle tongue. Jordon screamed, writhing to escape his wicked torment. It pleased him so greatly that he prolonged it, lashing her again and again.
He did not warn her when he was ready, just rose over her and thrust deep. She screamed in instant climax, then moaned as he rode her, watching her face, milking every sensation from her until she was soaked and begging. Once there, his face changed, broke into a snarl. He sank his teeth gently into her neck and drove hard, shaking the entire bed.
She fell asleep on top of him, still intimately joined, and woke again in the night. The words they exchanged during their new round of loving could not be termed conversation. “More” and “yes” were more than enough.
Jordon woke to an empty bed. Hazily, she raised her head and surveyed the tangled sheets. The quilt was sideways, and her feet stuck out. A glance at the window showed it was almost dawn.
She groaned and stuck her head under her pillow. She could still feel him inside her, was still tingling from the last time he’d seduced her. She could not have managed the fourth round without his promise that he’d do all the work. Not that he had in the end. She just couldn’t help herself.
She muttered to herself and threw the pillow off. Lurching to the washstand, she surveyed herself in the mirror there, and winced. No hiding that hickey! The man did like to leave his mark. A glance at her breasts showed faint evidence of his attentions, too.
She hung her head and sighed. Stupid girl. Nice going. One bad dream and she threw herself at the first available man. Lovely.
She looked around for her clothes and remembered that she’d come up here wrapped in nothing but a blanket. Growling to herself, she cleaned up at the washstand and then wrapped herself in last night’s quilt.
She kept her head high as she marched down the stairs, just in case she ran into a servant. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any lurking about. She’d just made it down the stairs and was marching for the kitchen when she was suddenly scooped up like a doll and carried into an empty parlour.
“Griffin!” she shouted, not appreciating his enthusiastic greeting.
He ignored her and sat in an armchair, arranging her on his lap. He kissed her with great energy, as if he hadn’t spent all night enjoying her. “Good morning.”
She pushed him away, gasping a protest. “Griffin! Do you mind –” She broke off in a yelp as he tugged down her blanket and kissed her breasts in greeting.
“Good morning! Hell-o,” he murmured appreciatively. “I’ve missed you.”
She growled at him, but there was no heat in it. It was hard to be stern when he caressed her that way. She slowly relaxed under his soothing hands, loving the rumble of his voice as he praised her.
“Am I interrupting?” a languid voice intruded.
Jordon gasped and covered her chest. There was a man in the doorway, studiously looking at the portrait on the wall above their heads. Dressed all in white and cream, he looked like a gentleman. He held a folded newspaper in his hand, and he seemed rather disapproving of the goings-on.
Jordon struggled to get up. Griffin tightened his arms around her and stood, gently setting her on her feet. “Hello, Sage. This is Jordon Hearst. I’m afraid I waylaid her on her way to the kitchen.”
“Indeed.” Sage glanced over what he could see of Jordon’s neck and swollen lips. “Perhaps I should escort her the rest of the way. You seem to be a somewhat negative influence.”
Jordon flushed, but walked straight towards him and through the door, saying over her shoulder, “I can escort myself, thank you. I was leaving this morning anyway.” Oh, she couldn’t wait to get away! How embarrassing.
Griffin was at her side in an instant. “Actually, I’m fairly certain you don’t want to pass through the dining room right now. That’s what I was going to tell you before I got distracted.”
She stopped outside the door and looked at him with suspicion, “Why? Is someone in there?”
“My youngest brother is likely having breakfast.”
Jordon paled. She definitely didn’t want any of his brothers seeing her like this. She shot a glance at Sage, wondering if one already had. She started to run a hand through her hair, then had to grab for the blanket again. “OK,” she said shakily. “I need my clothes. Coffee, too. I think you can manage that much.” She glared at Griffin as if this were all his fault. “Once I’m dressed, I’m leaving.” She looked around, seeking a refuge. “I’ll wait in the parlour. The front door is closer from there.”
Griffin raised his brows, but seemed to agree. He inclined his head and headed for the dining room. Sage went with him.
Jordon retreated to the parlour and sat stiffly on a chair. She couldn’t wait to get out of there!
Griffin met the interested face at the dining table with a cool stare. He knew his brother Samhain had heard every word. He also knew it wouldn’t be repeated. Sam was no more a tale bearer than Sage. It didn’t stop him from asking questions, though.
“Ms Hearst sounded upset,” he said calmly. But his ears gave him away. He couldn’t flatten them as a man, and the slightly pointed tips twitched. He peered through his mane of black hair as if waiting for a chance to trample his older brother.
Griffin grimaced. “She’s embarrassed. Sage arrived at an inopportune moment.” He fixed a plate for Jordon and poured a cup of coffee. No doubt she’d be hungry. He’d been starved this morning. It had taken two heaped plates to satisfy him.
