Grady’s in the kitchen, feeding Hades and putting his phone down when I go back in. He has a notepad in front of him on the counter and twirls a pen in his hand.
“The only good thing about Riley’s foster parents is that they answer their phone when I call. The rest? I have nothing nice to say.”
I bend a little to give Hades a scratch on his head, and wait for him to continue.
“They don’t care if Riley stays the night, so long as he’s still breathing in the morning. Maybe because I’m a cop, they think that Riley is safe. It’s a dangerous assumption to make.”
“Charming.” I make room for myself against Grady’s chest, my cheek resting over his heart. The beat’s soothing; I could stay here and listen to it all night. “I know that voice,” I murmur. “What are you going to do?”
“Just going to do some digging and find out more about them. Send some uniforms to their house to ask some uncomfortable questions. Make sure he’s being looked after.”
“Won’t do it yourself?”
“Not yet.”
Probably for the best. Grady’s not exactly subtle or backward in coming forward. Better if he cools down first before he gets actively involved. The foster parents must have said something specific to get his ire up like this. He’s grumpy but not irrational.
Grady’s olive-green eyes meet mine, and what I was about to say—I have no idea—dries up in my mouth at the sight of him. The fire in his gaze only makes the one inside me burn brighter. Everything about him calls to me, makes me yearn for him. I even find myself thinking about him mid-flight; he’s the only thing that has ever been able to distract me in the air.
His mouth settles hungrily over mine, and I melt.
Chapter ten
Lake
IbarelyregisterGradywalking us down the hallway and into our bedroom, way too focused on the feel of his mouth and his extremely talented tongue. As soon as the door closes behind us, Grady has me against it, a thigh between my legs.
Yes.Burying my hands in his hair with a moan, I go pliant in his arms, settling my weight right on his thigh. Grady rotates it, frotting against me and giving me the kind of pressure that sends me to the stars. Just enough to drive me wild and have me wanting—no,needingmore.
I frantically tug at his belt because it’s a travesty to have him still wearing clothes, and my fingers skim over his holster. Fuck, he’s still carrying his gun. That shouldn’t be half as hot as itis, but I can’t deny that heat spreads like an inferno through me. Grady stops me from going further, pinning me with one of those intense looks that he has down perfectly.
Why is he stopping me? Did I do something wrong? I open my mouth to ask him if he’s okay, but he kisses me before I can get it out, and then all my questions float out of my brain on a cloud, never to be found again. Grady doesn’t let me help him with undressing, instead spreading my arms and splaying my hands on the wood to show me where he wants me. I’m more than happy to let him take the lead; it’s how I like it best.
Idoget to help by lifting my arms when Grady slips my T-shirt up and over my head. And my feet when he lowers my pants and removes them, along with my socks. Grady pauses, down on one knee, staring at my crotch. I want to say it’s in a sexydamn, I want to suck your cockway, but he looks more confused than anything. He’s spent enough time down there to know what he’s doing, so that can’t be it. Unless he has temporary memory less, I guess, but he didn’t hit his head. I don’t think.
“Lake.”
“Yes?” He remembers my name, so that’s a good sign.
“Why is there an old lady on your boxers?”
What?“Excuse me, that’s Granny!”
“You’ve had your grandmother over your dick all day?” He tilts his head. “Your grandmother doesn’t look like that.”
I burst out laughing and hold his head, loving this man so much. “That’s not my gran! She’s a cartoon character fromLooney Tunes.” Recognition doesn’t emerge. “The owner of Tweety Bird and Sylvester?”
“I know who Tweety is. I have no idea who the others are.”
So uneducated. “I know what we’re watching this weekend.” I have to be able to find somewhere that’s streaming it. Or free-to-air. Hell, I’ll scour online stories until I can find them. Theyexist. There are lots of things I made up as a kid, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure this isn’t one of them.
Grady hooks his finger in my boxers. “Sure.” And then he’s dragging them down, and I’m completely naked in front of him. My dick is so hard I bet I could split bricks with it, like those people that do it with their heads.
Grady’s still wearing all his clothes. Even his tie is still in place, with a tie clip that blends in. All thoughts of cartoons fly out of my head because there’s no room for anything except how fucking hot my boyfriend is. All those muscles I know are underneath the clothes. And the fact that he doesn’t look like he’s planning on taking anything off anytime soon. Is he going to fuck me like this? Because yes.
My throat works as Grady looks me over. It always feels like he’s trying to memorise me when he does this, taking in every detail so he can conjure me up later at a moment’s notice. Does he touch himself when we’re not together and think of me? He better believe that I do. No need for anything else in my spank bank because he’s all my fantasies rolled into one suit-wearing detective that makes me weak in the knees.
Grady fists my cock, and then we’re kissing again, a greedy, desperate clash of lips as I try to make us one and merge our skin together.
