“I’m sorry,” he said, holding her a bit away from him. “I’m going to require a bit more of a thank-you than that.”
“Oh.” Her lips twitched, and she threw a leg over him to straddle his lap. Her soft center pressed against his hardness, and he wanted nothing more than to be the wizard she’d accused him of, cast a spell and watch their clothing disappear so he could slide his erection deep into her. “So that’s how it’ll be, hmm? Am I paying for your very lawyerly services with free rein of my body?”
“No, never that. But,” he added, nipping her bottom lip when she raised a brow in surprise, “but, I am more than willing to accept generous donations of gratitude in the form of, shall we say, physical demonstrations.”
She laughed, kissed him again, and gasped when his hand slid under her shirt. “Graham.” Her voice was unsteady. “Zach . . .”
He froze. Damn. He’d forgotten entirely where they were. “Sorry.”
“No.” She gripped his wrist hard, keeping his hand in place. “Don’t stop. Just . . . be careful.”
The idea turned in his mind a moment. Staying quiet, being careful, the element of discretion . . . his blood fired and his hips twerked up just a little in response. “So, you’re saying, if I do this, you can’t say a word.” His hand moved slowly across her soft skin to cup her breast through her bra. “And maybe if this happened”— he used touch alone to pull and roll the lacy edge of the cup down to free her breast, still under her shirt—“then you wouldn’t moan.”
Biting her lip, she shook her head. Resolute, this woman.
“So then this won’t make you gasp,” he said low, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently. He heard it, actually saw the gasp form in her chest, then stop with a convulsion like a trapped hiccup. Her face was red, but her expression said, Try again, buddy.
“You’re good,” he admitted, then pulled up the hem of her shirt over her breasts. “I guess if I want any sort of reaction out of you, I’ll have to try harder.” Then he closed his mouth over her breast.
She made a sound then, as he rhythmically pulled and sucked, running his tongue over the peak. It was something like a keening cry, but only heard through the vibration of her chest. He placed his hand flat against her sternum to feel it again, chuckling when he felt it. The soft, plush skin of her breast fit perfectly in the U-shaped hold of his hand. He could die happily after spending an hour worshiping them.
Her fingers worked hard to pull the other cup down, and he took that as the invitation it was meant and transferred over to the second. Her back arched to press more firmly against his mouth, which pressed her center harder against his cock. He wanted so much to release his belt, pull out his cock and press into her. But not tonight.
He worried for a moment his mind had blocked out the action of his own hand when he felt a tug on his belt loop. Looking down, it wasn’t his own hand, but Kara’s, pulling restlessly, and futilely at his buckle and the first button of his pants. At this angle, nothing would happen but make him harder and frustrate them both. “Shh,” he soothed, and reclined back when she pressed her lips to his.
She’d been hungry for him on Sunday, in his bed. She’d wanted him, and participated fully in their bedroom activities. But now she was ravenous. A totally different beast, and one he’d like to explore later. Now, however, when stealth and quiet were required, ravenous hunger would do nothing but wake up Zach and end the shenanigans before they got really interesting.
CHAPTER
12
Graham stood, holding onto her and swallowing her gasps of shock with another kiss. Then he walked back toward the bedroom—or what he assumed was her bedroom, pausing only to open the door and walk through before shutting it behind them.
Then laid her down on the bed, straightening to admire the picture she presented. A sexy woman, her shirt rolled up over her breasts, legs opened wide in a butterfly pose, eyes hot and a little wild for him . . .
Yeah. He could get used to this.
“Why are we here?” she asked.
“Because I fully intend to do what I want with you, and while making out and fooling around on second base is amusing, and easy to hide quickly, I’d rather not force you to reschedule the birds and the bees talk for Zach if he wandered out looking for a cup of water and found us doing what we’re about to be doing.”
Ignoring her reaching hands, he unbuttoned her pants and tugged, leaving her slip of underwear behind. He had plans, and none of them involved his pants being off. “Here’s the thing though. These apartments, they usually don’t have the best soundproofing. As in, none. You start making noise? He’ll hear you. I’m not sure you can stay quiet. Are you?”