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“Grae, this won’t solve the problem. You don’t need this.” Tielle bit her lip when a moan suddenly pressured the back of her throat. Grae was treating her earlobe to slow, wet nibbles.
“I always need this,” he said. “Always need it from you.”
“Coffee would probably suit you better,” she argued weakly.
“So you say.” He didn’t sound at all convinced.
His nibbles gained heat and moisture. Big hands spanned up from Tielle’s waist, massaging her spine and shoulder blades before easing around to cup her breasts. Repeatedly, he flicked his thumbs across the buds imprinted beneath the material of her cotton top. Tielle gasped something needy and unrecognizable.
Grae left off his torture of her lobe to glide his nose across the silken skin below, traveling the elegant curve of her jaw down to her throat, where he began a faint suckle of her collarbone. Suddenly, he left the bar chair and took her with him. They were in the midst of a full-blown kiss by then.
Tielle clutched the neckline of his T-shirt while losing herself in the kiss that grew deeper. She wasn’t sure how long they had been moving, but soon she was enjoying the feel of plush firmness of an enormous bed beneath her back. Grae’s earlier fondling of her breasts had succeeded in parting the short, upturned collar of her top where the neckline already dipped into an alluring V. She squirmed, eager to be free of the shirt’s confines.
Grae eased back, allowing her room to shed the top and bra. He pounced then. Hungrily, he feasted on the delicate undersides of her breasts. He divided his attention equally between the firm peaks, emitting rough sounds of satisfaction each time he drew her into his mouth.
Tielle felt his fingers skim the waistband of her panties and only then realized he’d already undone her jeans.
“Grae.” She felt that she should at least put up a little professional effort to assist him in handling the devastating blow he’d just experienced. “Wait…”
“Okay.” He made no attempt to cease his sinful handling of her body.
Tielle melted into the luxurious fabric of the walnut-brown comforter. Giving in to abandon, she arched into the exquisite tugs of his lips and fingers to her nipples. His free hand moved, vanishing beneath the scrap of lace spanning her hips. Delight sent her body into a sharp spasm.
Grae only toyed with her at first, just lightly grazing his middle finger across the bud of sensitive flesh at the apex of her thighs. Then he was tormenting her with strokes to her intimate folds.
“Stop teasing,” she panted, lifting her hips from the bed when he thrust the digit inside.
Weakened, Grae rested his head on her shoulder. Creamy sensation pampered his finger where it eased into her tight well, stirring and thrusting in leisurely succession. The moves had his healthy erection throbbing in anticipation of taking the place of his finger and journeying deeper.
Just then, however, he was content letting his fingers be his guide. His hips nudged hers while his imagination had its way. He ignored what sounded like the doorbell even after it had chimed through the condo one, twice, three times…
When a quiet respite was followed by what could be mistaken for nothing other than a fist pounding on a door, Grae raised his head.
“What the hell…?”
“Sounds important,” Tielle whispered.
Grae emitted a rough purr. “It can wait.”
Another booming series of knocks cascaded upon the door to punctuate his decision. Tielle felt a growl vibrate from Grae’s chest and through hers. Then he was bolting from the bed. Tielle pushed herself up, fixing her clothes as she sat.
“Don’t even think about it, Tel,” Grae ordered over his shoulder as he left the room.
The command was one she had no trouble adhering to. Content, she settled down to the massive and obscenely comfortable bed. The central heating activated, and the calming sounds of rushing air filled the room. The lullaby set in motion by the warm air might have put Tielle to sleep were it not for the voices. They were low, but stirring, at first before rising in volume with clipped edges signifying tension…or anger.
Tielle perked her ears, hoping to catch more specifics amidst the rumble. Eventually, she made out two male voices—one belonging to Grae, the other to Leo.
