Page 48 of The Thief's Mark

Griff pulled away only long enough to toss his coat aside in a heap on the floor. Their lips still locked, they stumbled towardthe couch. Griff shivered when Cal’s fingers found their way beneath his shirt to his bare skin.

Cal smirked at Griff, raising an eyebrow. “I think you’re still overdressed for this particular celebration.”

Griff gave a startled snort. His own fingers began working at Cal’s tunic. “In that case, so are you. But not to worry—I’m on the case.”

Cal rolled his eyes at the cheesy line but couldn’t hold back his grin. “My hero,” he said, raising his arms to make it easier for Griff to tug off his shirt. Goosebumps pimpled his exposed skin. He smirked when he caught Griff’s gaze riveted on his chest and made a point of flexing his lean muscles. “What’s the matter, Inspector? Have you found something suspicious?”

Griff’s answer was little more than a hungry growl as he surged forward, entwining their bodies while pressing rough kisses along Cal’s neck that made him groan and arch with pleasure. With a light shove, Griff sent him sprawling shirtless onto the couch.

“I’m not sure,” Griff said, his voice husky with desire. “I think I may need to expand my search.”

Practically ripping off his own tunic, Griff let it drop to the floor, revealing his well-muscled physique. Cal licked his lips, staring up at Griff’s hard nipples and the coarse black hair that ran down his sculpted chest, vanishing into his trousers. If that was the sort of body being a detective got you, then Cal certainly wouldn’t complain.

Griff leaned down, devouring Cal’s mouth. Cal eagerly let him, their tongues battling for dominance as Griff settled atop him. Cal could feel every bit of Griff’s hardness pressed against him. If he’d thought himself on fire before, now he was a scorched husk.

He reached up and ran his fingers through the coarse hair on Griff’s chest, pausing long enough to tweak his nipple. Griff groaned, bucking atop him. The naked lust in Griff’s dark gazemade Cal’s skin thrum with raw need, and he bit his bottom lip when he felt Griff’s fingers quest beneath the waistband of his trousers, gripping tight.

Griff started to lower his head down toward Cal’s legs. Cal stopped him with a hand on his cheek. Griff gave him a questioning look, and Cal smiled softly.

“You know, I’m curious. Just whatdoessomeone’s soul look like while in the throes of pleasure?”

A pleasurable shiver coursed over him as Griff gave him a gentle stroke. Griff leaned in and kissed him, murmuring against his lips, “Let me show you.”