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Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he refused to let such regrets infiltrate the pleasure hazing his brain. He could just feel slight dampness seeping through the material of her most intimate apparel.
His mouth went dry for wanting her. He wanted his mouth there at her entrance to drink in the sweet milk of her need. He wanted to inhale her exquisite aroma and lose himself inside the tight well of her desire.
“Babe, wake up.” He clenched a fist, resisting the need to take his touch to a deeper level.
Seconds later, the decision was taken from him. Tielle gripped his wrist in one hand and guided his fingers with the other.
Chapter 6
“Tel, I—”
Her sudden movement sent apology to his tongue until he understood her intentions.
“Tel?” His tone was uncertain, and he felt like an absolute heel for arousing her from her sleep.
It was, of course, a thing he’d done many times during their marriage. Those nights he’d return late from the firm, from a meeting about a new campaign, from arguing with his brother… He’d come home to find her asleep and toy with her until she woke and gave him what he craved.
He’d never felt like a heel for doing it before.
Guess there’s a first time for everything, he thought.
The fact that Tielle was asleep, however, was still up for debate. She gripped him with a surprising strength for someone under the veil of sleep.
“Tel?” His head dipped closer, and he attempted to observe her captivating face.
The fire still blazed, though not with quite as much fervor as it had earlier. Her face remained shadowed, yet Grae could see that her eyes were closed—out of pleasure or drowsiness, he could not be sure.
A mixture of both, perhaps?
He received his answer moments later when the softest cries radiated up from her throat, past the sultry part of her pouted lips. Whether deep in sleep or on the verge of waking, she was apparently lucid enough to have insinuated his middle finger inside her panties. Inside…her.
Mouthing curses, Grae shut his eyes and let himself be taken by undeniable satisfaction as he touched her, really touched her. He grunted a little as his finger slid higher. She was dousing his skin with her need, and he wondered how in heaven he’d done without her for over a year.
She was murmuring something—the same word wrapped up in a moaning cry. It nudged Grae right to sanity’s edge when he realized she was chanting his name. Her hips arched slowly, steadily, and her thighs parted wider to receive every inch of his finger.
Grae used his thumb to stimulate the nub of flesh just slightly above her center. Arrogant approval sent a smirk tugging at the curve of his mouth as her cries gained breadth and volume. He didn’t care who overheard. This was a treat he’d been denied for far too long.
Tielle’s eyes flew open suddenly. Their inviting cognac depths seemed to stir with equal parts astonishment and delight before her lashes settled as she crested on the waves of exquisite pleasure he kindled.
Her chanting cries resumed, gaining volume, and then Grae did mind who might overhear them. He wanted no interruptions, and as they hadn’t thought to lock the library door…
“Babe…shh…” His nose nuzzled hers, his tongue outlining the plump curve of her mouth once, twice, and then delving inside to tangle with hers.
Tielle was a happy participant in the kiss, though she intermingled moaning Grae’s name in the midst of it. Intimate, indulgent conversation flowed then—softly and intended only for their ears.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed.
“Keep your voice down.”
Her soft laughter surged.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.
“Liar,” she countered.
Grae deepened the kiss while filling Tielle with another thick finger that sent her shrieking on the cusp of climax. Not to be outdone, Tielle extended a shaky hand, her intention to release the gleaming silver buckle securing the belt at the jeans he’d chosen to dress down the shirt and jacket he wore that evening. The jacket had been tossed over the back of the sofa some time ago.
Grae murmured her name during the kiss. He was torn between sampling what his fingers explored and somehow exercising caution. She deserved more than a quick round of satisfaction from a man who had walked away because she wouldn’t bow to his will.
