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wrapped and stored in the cabinet. She removed it and set it on the counter. Matthias was unusually quiet as he moved through the kitchen, the living room, then back to the kitchen. His expression was somber, the way he watched her finally grating on her nerves.
"Is there a problem?" She laid the bread knife down and watched him closely. "If you're still considering killing me, I should point out that has to be against the rules, or something. " His lips quirked as he shook his head. "That would be worse than suicide. "
"Then what's bothering you?" She set the bread on plates and began heaping them with meat, cheese, and veggies.
"I just thought of something. " He slid his hand into the pockets of his leather pants as he faced her.
"What were you doing in Albrecht's suite?"
"He left a message on my machine, demanding my presence. I thought I would see what his problem was before I left. "
"Why did you come back?" He was frowning curiously.
Grace waggled her brows. "My bikini. I forgot it. It was new, and I wanted to wear it while I was on vacation. I love swimming in the lake. "
The frown eased away, as his whiskey eyes lit with arousal.
Grace snickered at the look, as she picked up the plates and moved them to the kitchen table, before grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.
"A bikini, huh?" he asked, taking his seat across from her. "What kind of bikini?"
"A little black bikini. " She clenched her thighs, the burning in her clit was becoming a bit irksome. Surely to God she could get through a meal without attacking him?
"I'd like to see it," he murmured, picking up his sandwich and biting into it with strong, white teeth. Teeth that had bitten her. She could feel the mark at her shoulder throbbing and irrationally wished he would lick it again.
She ate her sandwich with more determination than actual hunger now. After they finished, she quickly cleaned the dishes. And Matthias was still quiet.
He had moved from the kitchen to the living room, where he stood in front of the wide picture window, staring out at the lake.
He looked almost regretful.
Maybe Breeds didn't like women with a weakness , she thought morosely, remembering how her breathing had seized up. It was a stress reaction, it wasn't like she was terminally ill or anything. To be honest, her climaxes had terrified her. She had never come so hard, never felt such pleasure ripping through her. It was no wonder she had panicked a little, especially when his cock had thickened,
spreading her further and sending her into another, sharper series of orgasms.
"The panic attacks aren't a big deal," she finally said as she stepped into the living room. "They go away eventually. "
He turned to stare at her, his eyes narrowing, flicking to her breasts. Her nipples were poking against the soft material of her dark blue shirt, and her pussy was clenching in need. Violent need.
It didn't make sense. Before, she hadn't ached like this, not to the point that it was physically painful.
"I'm not worried about the panic attacks. If you were ill, I'd detect the scent of it. " Okay. That told her.
She pushed her fingers through her hair and glared at him.
"Then why are you moping around like it's the end of the world? Did I do something wrong?" Maybe she hadn't pleased him sexually. A man could get a little out of sorts when a woman failed to pick up on something he was wanting but was too stupid to ask for it. His jaw clenched as he inhaled roughly. "You didn't do anything wrong. " She nodded sharply. "You know, I understand that being a Breed could make you more testosterone-impaired than most men tend to be. But I can't read your thoughts any more than I can read other men's. If something is wrong, I'd prefer you just get it out in the open rather than making me miserable by pulling the silent treatment. Trust me, I have several brothers, I can handle your delicate sensibilities. "
His brow lifted, as amusement glittered briefly in his eyes. Amusement, arousal, and something undefined. Anger, perhaps.
"My male sensibilities are functioning fine," he assured her, the corner of his lips tilting wryly. Grace crossed her arms over her breasts, almost gasping at the feel of the material of her shirt raking over her hard nipples.
"Then what's your problem?"
"You're in pain," he said softly. "Aren't you?" Grace shifted uncomfortably. "Not really. "
"I wanted to hide from you exactly what the mating would do to you," he finally sighed. "There's still so much we don't know about it, or its effects. I should have waited. "
"Now, you're starting to frighten me, Matthias. "
