be with you.”
He pulls my bottom lip between his, nipping the softness and then trailing kisses down my neck. He pauses when the intercom system buzzes. Someone wants in. They must know the code to have gotten all the way up the elevator.
“Probably Amir,” Grip mumbles, rolling out of bed, treating me to the glorious sight of a taut bronzed ass, the flare of muscled thighs, and the tempting breadth of smooth back and shoulders. Two columns of abdominal muscle stack above his navel and the fine trail of hair leads down to his long, semi-erect south pole. He slips on a pair of gray sleep pants flung over a bench at the foot of the bed.
“Shame to cover that.” I drag myself up, resting my shoulders against the headboard. "I was really enjoying the view."
He looks at me from under a dark line of brows, his sculpted lips tilting at one corner.
“I thought you didn’t wanna fuck.” He leans one hand on the bed for support and palms my throat with the other, gently tilting my chin. “Them’s fucking words.”
“I am a little sore.” I release the sheet tucked under my arms, the rush of cool air when it falls piquing my nipples. “But who needs to walk?”
The heat in his eyes scorches my bare shoulders and breasts. He pulls one knee onto the bed and captures my nipple between his lips, his tongue like fire licking around me. His thumb teases the other nipple tight.
“Grip.” His name rushes from my mouth. My head falls back, and my fingers find his neck, pressing his teeth and lips harder into my flesh. “Please.”
“Shit,” Grip mutters against the underside of my breast. He pulls me down flat to the bed, rips the sheet back and pushes my legs open, his eyes locked on my center.
He presses my knees up and drops to his elbows, his long legs stretched behind him on the bed. I’m writhing at the first long swipe of his tongue. He’s lapping at me. There’s a fire hidden in my slit, and every nip of his teeth and tug of his lips fans a desire in me so strong it clenches my belly. To want him this badly and not have him buried inside me hurts. Even knowing Amir could be on his way in, I clutch Grip’s head. I roll my hips into him, a hungry undulation. Amir could walk in right now and I’m not sure I could stop. In an instant, in a matter of a few touches and kisses, I’m starved for Grip like the first time, like I’ve never had him before.
The buzzer comes again, insistent and extended.
“Grip, you know I got a key.” Amir’s irritated voice comes through the speakers. “Got me standing out here waiting on your ass. I’m coming in.”
The front door beeps when it opens, and the sound of Amir’s heavy footsteps climb the stairs ahead of him.
“Dammit.” Grip pulls the sheet over me and bounds off the bed, crossing swiftly to the open door of his bedroom.
“Grip, you taking a shit or what?” Amir reaches the door just as Grip does, his wide eyes connecting with mine over Grip’s shoulder. “Oh, hell. I’m sorry, bruh.”
My cheeks burn. I tug the sheet tighter over my breasts and lift my chin, refusing to hide. From the rest of the world, yes. From one of Grip’s most trusted friends who has seen all the bumps in our road, no.
“Out.” Grip shoves Amir’s shoulder, pushing him back onto the landing overlooking the open floor below. He gives me a quick glance over his shoulder, his mouth set. “Sorry ’bout that.”
The door closes behind them, and my embarrassment whooshes out of me on a lengthened breath. The door pops open, and Grip sticks his head back in.
“Shower and get dressed. If we leave soon, we won’t be late.” Chagrin twists his lips and pushes his brows up. “And I’m sorry again about . . .”
He points a thumb out the door.
“It’s okay.” I muster a weak smile. “How should I dress? Where are we going?”
“Remember? Surprise.” A devilish grin widens on his face. “Just be beautiful.”
I slip on a silk robe against the slight morning chill. When I walk into Grip’s massive closet, his prized shoe collection takes up an entire wall. My eyes immediately go to the gap he left for me to hang the things he suggested I bring and leave at his place. This is happening fast. I mean, I