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With maddening slowness, Grae invaded, stretching and spreading her as he overwhelmed, filled and pleasured. Tielle’s hands slid from the dark cloud of his hair to fist against his broad pecs.
“Grae it—it’s been a year,” she reminded him.
Arrogant awareness defined the already alluring curve of his mouth. “Yes, it has.” He had no complaints about the wet, tight sheath steadily enveloping his sex. Keeping her thighs wide for him, he nuzzled the softness below her ear and eased himself home.
Tielle felt deliciously suspended between pleasure and tension. She trembled, but there was no escaping his hold, not that she would’ve dreamed of doing anything so foolish. The low, indecipherable sounds of need that he emitted just beneath her ear kept her in a state of disbelief that she’d done without him for so long.
Grae continued to fill her until he was completely buried inside her. Tielle felt her toes flex when he moved, stirring her slowly, working her into an erotic frenzy. He exhaled slow, satisfied breaths into her neck as she gloved him in a deep, drenched haven from which he never wanted to leave.
Tielle felt the throb of tension lessen the longer Grae subjected her to his probing drives. They succeeded in stretching her to accommodate his size more appropriately. Whatever doubts her ex may’ve had about how…active…she’d been during their year apart, they had to be settled.
Grae could get his mind to formulate little in the way of cohesive thought. Tielle was still miraculously tight despite his stretching power. Then again, she’d always fit him like a tailor-made glove. The acknowledgment set a ragged sound building in his chest, and his seed erupted inside the condom’s thin sheeting moments later.
Almost instantly, Grae refueled for another round of love. Tielle’s heart thudded out a frantic, elated beat in anticipation for what more was to come.
Chapter 9
“Coming!”
Tielle made no move to leave the bed. Smiling, she wondered at how many times she’d cried out that word during the night before and into the wee hours of the morning. Sadly, the context in which she had just used the word didn’t hold quite the same punch of delight.
Unfortunately, the person carrying out the insistent stream of knocking on her bedroom door clearly had no sympathy for the hour of the day.
“Are you in there?”
Tielle lifted her head from the pillow when she heard Laura’s voice. At least the voice sounded like Laura’s but was far removed from her usual easy tone. The woman on the other side of the door sounded…panicked.
“Laura?” Cautious, Tielle pushed back the covers with every intention of racing for the door. Then, her body reminded her of what she’d been doing the night before.
“Coming,” Tielle called again, her voice more strained and less drowsy that time. Tielle reached for the sheet that was virtually free of the bed with the exception of the corner barely tucked beneath the mattress. She wrapped herself in it on the way to the door.
Laura quieted once the door opened, and she studied Tielle on the other side of it. She opened her mouth, closed it and then tilted her head at a curious angle. “You okay?” she asked.
“Fantastic.” Tielle clutched the sheet tighter about her otherwise nude body and appeared wholly honest. She waved Laura inside. “What’s up?”
“There’s a—” Laura paused, taking in the sight of the bedroom. She then shifted another measuring glance in Tielle’s direction. “What happened in here?”
Tielle leaned on the door, closing it in the process, and rested herself against it. “Everything.” She sighed.
Laura arched a brow. “Obviously.” She noted a torn lace cami that had somehow hooked itself on the doorknob.
Tielle gave a little wince. “You mind if we don’t discuss it?”
“You might prefer to once I tell you why I’m here.”
The foreboding words sent Tielle bracing off the door. “What?” Weariness cleared her expression to make way for mounting unease.
“There’s press out front.”
“What? Why? How?” Tielle fired the questions while slowly closing the distance between her and Laura.
