shapeshifters?” He inserted scorn into his voice. If they were going to dredge up old differences, they might as well get it out now. Although he’d really been looking forward to sex with Grace—again.
“Maybe I do,” she said softly. “Maybe I saw one.” But before he could respond she reached up and drew his face down closer to hers.
And then her lips were playing hot, seeking games with his, and any sarcastic—or defensive—response he might dream up was suddenly toast.
This wasn’t what she had planned. Grace was not an impulsive person. She had anticipated that Simon might touch her. Hold her. Even kiss her. She had intended to respond cordially, showing some interest but not leaping into bed with him.
She had barely started the recon she had intended to do here, looking for clues about who Simon really was, whether he could have stolen the biohazards, how he had shifted outside of a full moon without being part of Alpha Force.
But though all that flashed through her mind now, it disappeared in a storm of sexual lightning as hot as the real thing. Her body had reacted to his touch, no matter what her mind had intended. And now she was definitely engaged in his torrid embrace.
Simon’s mouth seared hers, even as his tongue teased in small thrusts that suggested what the stiff erection she could feel against her would do once they were off the balcony, in his place, out of their impeding clothes.
She wanted that to happen. Longed for it, even edged her body back toward the door that would take them inside.
Simon needed no further prompting. In moments, they were in his living room, the patio door closed, the slatted shades drawn, and she was pulling at the buttons of his shirt.
Her T-shirt was suddenly gone, as quickly as if it had evaporated in the heat outside. Her bra, too, and she gasped as the palm of one of Simon’s hands rubbed gently but firmly against one nipple, then the other, springing them to full attention.
His shirt was off now, and Grace managed to pull away long enough to glimpse again his hard, muscular chest. She used the opportunity to reach down to his zipper—but that was unnecessary since Simon suddenly stepped out of his pants. His boxers, too. His nudity was familiar, but now that he was so close it was like experiencing the view of him for the first time in years, and Grace nearly cried out in her need.
He had gotten the rest of her clothes off, too. “Show me your bedroom,” she managed to gasp.
“Too far.” He responded by moving her sideways as he remained against her, toward the nearby sofa.
He laid her down upon it first, and she pulled him with her, managing to maneuver her hand between them so she could touch, then stroke, his large, hard erection.
He groaned, even as he touched her between her legs, causing her to gasp once more.
She heard the crackling of a plastic wrapper. Where had he found a condom? But she felt an instant of relief and pride in him. He’d already indicated that he was a responsible doctor. Clearly it was true…and the protection could prevent a lot of unwanted complications.
And then he was inside her, hot and moving and driving her to the pinnacle of arousal that she remembered from so long ago.
“Simon,” she cried, even as she reached her climax and heard him call her name, too, as he soared into his own release.
“Déjà vu,” Grace said into Simon’s shoulder as she finally caught her breath. “Or something like that. Wow.”
“‘Wow’ is a good description.” His voice was raspy, and his breath lifted her hair as he spoke.
“I guess some things don’t change. Although—”
“Although this time, let’s do it in a more comfortable place. Care to see my bedroom?”
She absolutely did. And, yes, some things didn’t change. Way back when, Simon’s stamina and abilities for multiple sex acts had amazed her.
She suspected he was about to amaze her, again.
He did.
A while later, Grace lay beside Simon in his king-size bed, the blue, silky sheets and patterned coverlet strewn around them. Her back was to him, and she lay against him as one of his arms held her close.
She felt thoroughly sated. Happy. Exhausted.
Yet frustrated, too. Not sexually. Definitely not sexually. But she hadn’t come up with a casual, nonconfrontational way to tell Simon what she knew about him.
Making love with a shifter was no different, while they were in human form,