It’s a bad idea. A terrible idea. That frantic sex in the car earlier woke something up in me, and I need him. I need his cock…not him. I can keep my feelings to one side. I can and I will.
He tucks some hair behind my ear, his gaze softening just a fraction.
“Do you know I’ve had it so bad for you since I saw you with your ass hanging out of the refrigerator at work?” Grim’s voice is rough, his eyes dark with hunger. “It was the first time I really looked at you. The first time I really saw you.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “It was after you decided to make an effort to get to know people at work, after you got that complaint.” My voice comes out breathier than I’d like.
He nods, and for a split second, something that looks like guilt flashes across his face. Then it’s gone, replaced by that intense, hungry stare.
“I was blown away by your ass,” he continues, taking a step toward me. “That was right up until you turned around, and then I couldn’t take my eyes off your tits.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a tits and ass male, and you have them in spades.” He growls the last part.
I fold my arms across my chest, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as my body betrays me. My nipples are already tight, pressing against the thin fabric of my T-shirt.
“So my face doesn’t count for anything?” I tease.
“Oh, it counts alright.” He takes a step toward me, and I automatically take one back.
“You’re so damned pretty, Wren. Everything about you is pretty fucking perfect.”
Another step.
“There’s your tight, hot pussy.”
He takes another step, and the back of my thighs hit the edge of the kitchen table. There’s nowhere to go. He’s right in front of me now, his eyes locked on mine. Then they drop slightly lower on my face.
“Let’s not forget your generous-as-fuck mouth.” His voice is almost a whisper, but it’s laced with heat. “I’d like to fuck this mouth.” He reaches out, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
“You’re so crass.” My breathing has hitched. My whole body feels tight, wound up. My nipples are aching.
He has that look I’ve come to know well. He looks angry, but I know better. He’s turned on. So turned on, he can barely control himself.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple working, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Then there are your wide, innocent-as-fuck eyes…when we both know you’re not as innocent as you look.”
I’m trapped between Grim and the solid wood of the table. I can hardly breathe.
“Pull your pants down,” he growls. “I want you naked.”
“We’re doing this here and now?” My voice comes out as a squeak.
“Yes.” His eyes blaze. “We sure are.”
“What about Falkor?” I whisper, glancing toward the hallway. “What if he—?”
“He’s asleep.”
“What if he wakes up? What if he needs—?”
“Undress and turn around, Wren.” Grim reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. Then he shoves his sweatpants down to mid-thigh, freeing himself.
His erection slaps against his stomach, thick and hard and ready.
I can’t look away. My mouth goes dry, and I automatically lick my lips, looking down at his long, hard length.
“Do you want to suck it?” he asks, his voice strained.
I start to sink down to my knees. “Yes.”
