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Grey either didn’t like the question or the thought it conjured; she’d never seen that strained look on his face. “Don’t even think it,” he hissed, and crushed her lips with his. When he pulled away from that slow, stirring kiss, he spoke over her shoulder.
“Heath.”
“Grey.”
There was a wealth of satisfaction in their voices, giving her the impression the words meant more than just their names. Rather than say thank you, Grey had merely said Heath, and judging by Heath’s reply, he’d known exactly what Grey had meant. How oddly they communicated!
Turning, she noticed Heath was returning from tying up the gelding, smiling directly at her as he closed the distance between them. Her legs trembled with adrenaline—and something else. A need to kiss him, hold him, make wild love to him.
“Hi . . . ,” she lamely whispered as he came within touching range. Belatedly, she realized there was a multitude of meanings behind that single word, too. Thank you, kiss me, touch me, don’t ever stop looking at me that way . . .
Slowly, he bent to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. His lips lingered over the spot for a pulse-stopping moment, where he breathed raggedly against her skin. “How about you ride me now?”
In the master bedroom, Grey pinned Toni against the nearest wall and kissed the breath out of her.
Slamming the door shut, Heath jerked his shirt off, his clothes an untenable scrape against his skin. He’d never had such a need to be naked, to feel free, to take and be taken. His tongue throbbed in his mouth, the sound of their sloppy, wet kisses making him thirst.
He’d have given his soul to the devil to open her mouth and feel it welcome his. Instead he watched, trembling in his hands, his legs. He was a mass of aching. His cock felt leaden under his shorts, his balls blue with pain. Her laughter still sang in his veins, and her smile . . . god, you’d think he’d given her light, a rainbow, something special and magical.
No one had ever looked at him with the open, innocent admiration she had. He would never forget those wide green eyes, those pink cheeks, and her airless Hi . . .
“Get over here, Heath,” Grey growled, and fisted his hand around her shirt to jerk Toni back to his thickened mouth. He kissed her, shoving his tongue in for a quick, demanding sip, and Heath could almost taste her on his own tongue. Against Grey, her body undulated softly, plush and pliable like clay. She breathed short, shallow pants and he found the delicate suction of her lips on Grey’s tongue arousing as hell.
Heath flanked her from the back, letting her squirm between both of them. Grey loosened his fist on her shirt and grasped the tiny point of a nipple with his thumb and index finger. He pulled it and she shuddered with hot, debilitating desire. “Grey.”
He circled the peak as it pushed up into her T-shirt, then scraped the balled point until it quivered. His voice was broken with need. “Grey, what?”
Her mouth worked, but nothing came out. Heath saw as Grey reached between her legs, flattened the pad of his thumb to the throbbing flesh of her clitoris, and rubbed.Toni dug her fingers into his shoulders, her spine arching. “Grey.”
“Easy, kitten,” Heath purred close, raising her arms above her head in one hand.
Her ass cradled the bulge of his penis. As she wormed against him, he felt the tiny frissons of need overtaking her body. Sweat broke across his temples, his back, his forehead as he fought to keep from splaying her wide and taking her backside like he itched to do.
He was so turned on he could come on her clothes, all over her, on her backside, her thighs.
With a primeval noise Heath understood as urgent, Grey hooked two fingers into her capris and folded them to her ankles, leaving her in only her tank top. Without barriers, the touch of Grey’s thumb on her clit made her throw her head back with a strangled sob.
“Oh, god.”
“Is that good?” he cooed, leaning forward to lick one hardened nipple. “Hmm? That good, darling?”
Heath ducked and desperately French- kissed the silky curve of her nape. His tongue was wild on her skin, tasting a path to her bare shoulder. He wanted her to mount him, ride him harder than the horse. He wanted to watch her hair fly and her breasts jiggle, and he wanted her to have him.
“I crave something juicy,” Grey murmured and moved to suckle the opposite nipple, swirling his tongue across the tip right over the stamped Y of the word JUICY. He captured the peak and took it into his mouth.
The helpless sound of her whimper sent a current of electricity down to Heath’s crotch. He grabbed at the breast Grey suckled and wrested it higher up to his mouth, and Grey buzzed the breast in hunger and continued to devour.
“Guys,” she gasped, twittering in ecstasy. Her sexual scent was powerful in the room. It shredded at Heath’s control, had him leaking against his shorts.
Dispensing with her shirt, Grey tossed it aside and her hair tumbled in a shimmering cascade down her back.
“Someone told me patience was a virtue,” he teased her. Heath peered over, and past her newly bared rosy-tipped breasts, he caught sight of Grey’s thumb on her wet, pearly nub as he pressed slow, relentless circles to it.
She twitched her wrists in Heath’s grip above, trying to break free. “Please don’t make me wait. . . .”
Heath made a strangled sound when her ass stroked against his fabric-covered erection. I hear you, gorgeous. I hear you. . . .
Relenting his hold, he trailed his hands down her sensitive inner arms. He smiled at her shudder, then traced her ribs with his fingertips while Grey laved a wet circle around her navel. Her stomach was flat, the skin flawless, leading down to that morsel of a pussy. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, but the gleam was nothing compared to the glistening labia between her thighs.
