Her first instinct was to cover herself. But that seemed silly considering she’d been splayed out in front of him just a little bit ago, mewling and bucking and begging as his talented hands and magical mouth did unspeakably naughty things to her.
Besides, it was beyond gratifying to watch the way his hot stare raked over her body. To feel the path of fire his gaze left behind.
She bent a knee and slowly trailed one fingertip between her breasts. It was a challenge. An invitation.
It was successful, apparently, because his nostrils flared like a predator scenting prey.
“You’re a damned temptress.” His voice was so rough with need that it raised goosebumps on her arms.
“Me?” She blinked innocently. “I was just lying here, minding my own business, and then you?—”
“That’s all it takes.” He sounded irritated that her mere existence was enough to make him want, to make him lust, to make him hard.
As quickly as he’d yanked them away, he flicked the covers back over her and stalked from the room.
She lay there stunned, laughing softly at the power she wielded. Overjoyed at the memories of what they’d already done and anticipating all they were about to do together and?—
The door slammed open, and he strode back in. There was a definite gleam in his eyes as he kicked the door shut behind him and proudly held aloft a long strip of condoms like they were a blue ribbon from a county fair.
“Wow.” She blinked, counting at least a dozen square, foil packages. “You have a lot of faith in your sexual prowess, huh?”
His lopsided smile was pure sin. “No. But I have all the faith in yours. Ya make me ravenous. Ya know that, right?”
She glanced down at the bulge straining his fly. “Oh, I think I have some idea?—”
Bam, bam, bam!
The heavy knock barely gave her time to pull the covers up to her chin before the door flew open.
Hew half-turned, Sabrina squeaked her surprise, and Graham slowly took in the scene before lazily propping his massive shoulder against her doorframe.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, lifting an eyebrow at the strip of condoms Hew still held in the air. “So much for just bein’ friends.” He made air quotes. “Caught ya red-handed.” He turned to grin at Sabrina and the blush burning her face. “And red-cheeked.”
That had her blush extending to the roots of her hair.
When he returned his attention to Hew, he lifted a challenging eyebrow. “Why are ya starin’ at me like I’m a festerin’ sore on your ass?”
“Is there something you need?” Hew crossed his arms, the strip of condoms still dangling from his fingertips. “’Cause, in case it escaped your notice, we’re a little busy here.”
Instead of answering, Graham chuckled and waved a magnanimous hand. “I approve, by the way.”
“Approve of what?”
“This.” Graham wagged a finger between Hew and Sabrina.
Hew scowled. “I wasn’t aware we needed your approval.”
Graham shrugged. “It never hurts, right? So what finally pushed ya over the edge?” He pinned Sabrina with a knowing look. “Was it seein’ him all suited up and helmeted and piloting the chopper like a sky god?” He hooked a thumb in Hew’s direction.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Graham whistled through his teeth. “I don’t blame ya. He is a handsome devil when he’s mannin’ those controls. All square-jawed and with that eagle-eyed concentration. There’s been times I’ve been tempted to?—”
Hew interrupted. “Ya realize your presence here’s about as welcome as an itchy asshole.”
All the teasing fled Graham’s face and was replaced by a look of apology. “Unfortunately, there are times when the only options are bad ones.”
“Meaning what?” It was clear Hew’s annoyance was growing by the second.
“We need Sabrina. It’s time for her decision.”
