Page 49 of The Holiday Clause

His mouth closed over her nipple and more pressure built as he sucked and teased. Her body rocked against his, riding out the friction he created with slow, grinding thrusts of his hips.

His hands were quick and accurate, flicking open the button of her jeans and sliding his hand over the lace of her panties. She was soaked and had no doubt he felt her arousal through the damp silk.

His fingers rubbed over her and she moaned at the exquisite contact. His body rocked the table beneath them as he ground into her, his palm pressing against her throbbing clit, edging her toward a point of no return.

He pinched one nipple while his mouth suckled at the other. She’d never experienced something so comprehensive. Pleasureoverwhelmed her. She became a raw nerve of sensation and then...

Her back bowed, and the sound that escaped her was nothing like the sounds she made in private. He didn’t let up. Hand stuffed in the front of her jeans, he rubbed and sucked and worked her higher and higher until reality blurred into a haze of pleasure and sin.

“That’s it, baby” he rasped against her flesh. “Come all over your pretty panties.”

Her lips parted in shock. His words, his touch, it was so much more than she expected from him. An exquisite gift that left her trembling in shock as the pleasure rolled through her.

She shivered as he slowly withdrew his fingers. Panting in awe, she waited for the world to return to its axis, and looked up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, but the moment she moved to meet him, he drew back, teasing her again.

Was that the deal? He didn’t trust his control and needed her to remain still? She rested her head back on the table, surrendering to his command. Slowly, he traced his soft lips over hers, rewarding her with a gentle kiss.

“So pretty,” he whispered over her mouth. “So pure.” He dragged his lips over her cheekbone until he was nibbling her ear. “Did you like coming on my fingers, Wren?”

She whimpered, arousal soaking her once more as she discovered this new side of Greyson. Rather than answer, she kissed him in a way that left no room for mistaking her satisfaction.

He cupped the back of her neck and lifted her in one fluid shift. She turned her face into the shelter of his shoulder. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he rubbed those calloused fingers down her spine. No one had held her like this since she was a child. It seemed strange to feed such a juvenile part of her moments after he’d treated her like a flesh-and-blood woman,but somehow the way he pleasured her and then protected her went hand in hand. It felt?—

Enya cut off. The sweet moment interrupted by the obnoxious ring from her phone on the counter.

“Ignore it.” He seemed reluctant to put her down, but her father was usually the only one who called her cell and only when he needed something that couldn’t wait.

“I can’t.” She didn’t want him to let go, but there could be an issue at The Haven or something might be wrong with Bodhi.

She wanted to stay in this moment as long as possible, fearful that life would permanently throw them back into a reality of denial and longing.

What would happen next? Was this the end or were they just getting started? “Let me just see what he wants.” Then maybe they could come back to this and take it into his bedroom.

The ringing stopped and then the phone instantly rang again. They both sighed, knowing that if someone was calling twice, something was probably wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sliding her legs down his body to put her feet back on the floor.

Heat rushed to her head the moment he let go. She blushed as she adjusted her bra and shirt. Disoriented and unsteady, she rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the phone, caught off guard when Soren’s name flashed on the screen, and a hundred realizations hit at once.

“Shit.” She pulled the phone to her ear and answered. “Hey.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m, uh, right around the corner.”

“Did I get the time wrong? Tonight’s our date, right?”

“Yes. I mean, no, you didn’t get it wrong. Sorry. I just got tied up with...” She looked at Greyson, who watched her with an unreadable expression.

He knew her too well and instantly realized she wasn’t speaking to Bodhi.

Regret flooded her as she met his stare. “I can be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

“See you soon.” She ended the call and looked at Greyson apologetically. “I’m really sorry.”

“You have to go.” His disappointment quadrupled her own.