forgotten about reality. She wilted, wishing she could stay here forever. "At
eleven."
Grif craned his neck to look at the clock on the bedside stand. "I don't think I've
ever been so glad it's only nine o'clock."
She chuckled. "You never liked to wake up early in school either."
"I'm civilized." He rolled on top of her. "You'll like to stay in bed, too."
When she felt his hardness, she sighed happily. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" He lifted his head, as though scenting a challenge. "Maybe? Am I going to
have to prove it?"
She sighed again as his erection touched her intimately. "I'm not sure I'll believe
you until you do."
"In that case..." He scratched her neck with his raspy cheek, his hand stealing down
between their bodies, all the way down to where she needed him most.
She arched up, sensitive from the night's play, and then gasped in pleasure as his
fingers homed in on the perfect spot.
He lowered his head to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. "We need to
order room service," he murmured against her skin.
"We do?" She speared her fingers in his hair. She could care less about food, not
when he was snacking on her.
"You can't go to work hungry. And you need to shower too."
She kissed down the column of his neck. "I suppose you're offering to wash my back."
"Definitely." He stood up and scooped her in his arms.
"Wait." She pointed at the bed. "We only just started."
"I know." He kissed her forehead, and then her neck. "We'll finish in the shower."
Her heart skipped with anticipation, and all she could do was nod in consent, and,
later, scream some more.
They never did order room service.
Grif helped her shower and get dressed, the whole time wishing he could undress her
again. He leaned against the sink as she smoothed her hair in a ponytail.
She grimaced at her reflection. "That's the best I can do."
Any better and he wasn't sure he'd be able to let her go. Despite the fact that she
had nothing more than a little gloss on her lips, she was luminous. This morning her
eyes sparkled with more than their usual light. The one flaw was a patch of redness
that marked her neck, where his stubble had abraded her, but he even liked that. He
liked knowing she wore his brand.
KT would call him pathetic.
"Next time I'll bring makeup with me," Nicole said with one last look in the mirror.
She faced him. "You know, I can take a cab to work if you want to stay here longer."
"I'll take you." He kissed her glistening lips. "And later we can discuss next time."
Her eyes widened. "I didn't mean — "
"I want it, too, Nic," he assured her.
She swallowed audibly and then nodded. When she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.
"We should go."
He put his cap and sunglasses on and took her hand. "Come then."
They walked down, hand in hand. The doorman hailed them a taxi.
The cab ride was silent. He was about to ask Nicole what was going through her head
when a faint strain of a melody rose in his mind. He stilled, listening, knowing from
experience that it had to work itself to the surface. Forcing it would only make it
more elusive. So he held onto Nicole's hand and hoped it wasn't just a fleeting hallucination.
When they arrived she faced him. "Grif—"
Before she could finish whatever she'd been about to say, he kissed her. And then
because it was delicious, he kissed her again, lingering, feeling his chest fill with
desire and longing that had to do with more than just sex.
Nicole melted against him, sighing, just like he'd intended. He lifted her chin. "See
you after work?"
"Yes." She smiled at him and slid out of the car. She waved and headed to open the
store.
He watched her and then turned to tell the taxi driver their address. But he noticed
Grounds for Thought across the street, so he paid the cabbie and went to get a cup
of coffee.
Putting in an order for coffee and a scone, he managed to make it to a seat in the
back without a scene or
eleven."
Grif craned his neck to look at the clock on the bedside stand. "I don't think I've
ever been so glad it's only nine o'clock."
She chuckled. "You never liked to wake up early in school either."
"I'm civilized." He rolled on top of her. "You'll like to stay in bed, too."
When she felt his hardness, she sighed happily. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" He lifted his head, as though scenting a challenge. "Maybe? Am I going to
have to prove it?"
She sighed again as his erection touched her intimately. "I'm not sure I'll believe
you until you do."
"In that case..." He scratched her neck with his raspy cheek, his hand stealing down
between their bodies, all the way down to where she needed him most.
She arched up, sensitive from the night's play, and then gasped in pleasure as his
fingers homed in on the perfect spot.
He lowered his head to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. "We need to
order room service," he murmured against her skin.
"We do?" She speared her fingers in his hair. She could care less about food, not
when he was snacking on her.
"You can't go to work hungry. And you need to shower too."
She kissed down the column of his neck. "I suppose you're offering to wash my back."
"Definitely." He stood up and scooped her in his arms.
"Wait." She pointed at the bed. "We only just started."
"I know." He kissed her forehead, and then her neck. "We'll finish in the shower."
Her heart skipped with anticipation, and all she could do was nod in consent, and,
later, scream some more.
They never did order room service.
Grif helped her shower and get dressed, the whole time wishing he could undress her
again. He leaned against the sink as she smoothed her hair in a ponytail.
She grimaced at her reflection. "That's the best I can do."
Any better and he wasn't sure he'd be able to let her go. Despite the fact that she
had nothing more than a little gloss on her lips, she was luminous. This morning her
eyes sparkled with more than their usual light. The one flaw was a patch of redness
that marked her neck, where his stubble had abraded her, but he even liked that. He
liked knowing she wore his brand.
KT would call him pathetic.
"Next time I'll bring makeup with me," Nicole said with one last look in the mirror.
She faced him. "You know, I can take a cab to work if you want to stay here longer."
"I'll take you." He kissed her glistening lips. "And later we can discuss next time."
Her eyes widened. "I didn't mean — "
"I want it, too, Nic," he assured her.
She swallowed audibly and then nodded. When she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.
"We should go."
He put his cap and sunglasses on and took her hand. "Come then."
They walked down, hand in hand. The doorman hailed them a taxi.
The cab ride was silent. He was about to ask Nicole what was going through her head
when a faint strain of a melody rose in his mind. He stilled, listening, knowing from
experience that it had to work itself to the surface. Forcing it would only make it
more elusive. So he held onto Nicole's hand and hoped it wasn't just a fleeting hallucination.
When they arrived she faced him. "Grif—"
Before she could finish whatever she'd been about to say, he kissed her. And then
because it was delicious, he kissed her again, lingering, feeling his chest fill with
desire and longing that had to do with more than just sex.
Nicole melted against him, sighing, just like he'd intended. He lifted her chin. "See
you after work?"
"Yes." She smiled at him and slid out of the car. She waved and headed to open the
store.
He watched her and then turned to tell the taxi driver their address. But he noticed
Grounds for Thought across the street, so he paid the cabbie and went to get a cup
of coffee.
Putting in an order for coffee and a scone, he managed to make it to a seat in the
back without a scene or
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