In a smooth, startling move, Grey rolled on the bed and sat her up, facing the doorway. She squeaked as though stunned and her eyes fluttered open. They glowed in the shadows. In the light
streaming from the hall, he saw every luscious inch of her. She wore a gauzy white peignor buttoned from her neck down that showed her nipples and had a bit of lace around her neck. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in a shimmering cascade, and in a swift jerk Grey pulled her arms above her head. She gasped, her breasts stretching the sheer fabric, pushed up and into it. Her nipples created two tiny, dark bumps.
Her eyes were glazed, and she didn’t look angry but lost. So lost. So well-kissed.
Heath could not breathe.
He came forward, watched his sun- roasted hand engulf her soft cheek. What could he say? I’m sorry? For being rough. For wanting more than what you can give. For losing my mind. Sorry you belong to Grey. Please give me my kiss.
She stared at his throat. His pulse beat there; he couldn’t control it. He let go a breath and flicked one button of her robe open.Then a second one. Her breasts moved with her breaths. Heath wanted her with every burning cell of his body, but suddenly he could not unbutton more. He felt beaten and pummeled and defeated. He burned and throbbed, but inside he was nothing but a mass of aching.
Nevertheless, he clamped his jaw and yanked up his shirt. It fell at his feet, and his hands went to his belt. “How do you want it? Hard? Soft?”
She straightened her spine, shoulders firming. “Don’t bother.”
“If you two will just relax,” Grey injected lightly. “Come on, darling. I’ve got to make some points with you. Let’s have fun tonight. It’s our last night in Cabo.”
“You get three points if you leave me alone,” she said petulantly.
With a quiet laugh, Grey bumped his nose along her neck, lowering her arms at her sides and stroking her wrists with his fingers. “Not the number I was aiming for.”
How easy that she loved him, that she would forgive him anything. Grey could screw up, and minutes later be touching her. And chuckling. And everything would be all right. He wouldn’t feel ripped or beaten. He wouldn’t feel like shit.
He wouldn’t leave tomorrow and never see her again.
“As far as I know, I’m still in the doghouse until Heath kisses you,” Grey was saying.
“Think only of yourself, Grey, why don’t you?” she accused.
“Eat your words, Toni; you know I live for that little smile of yours. Be a good girl and kiss and make up.”
Heath clenched his hands tight.There was no order to what he wanted to say, to what he felt. So many emotions, he didn’t know what to do with them. He wanted to spill them all back into her and to be left alone. Like he was before. Before the first time he’d ever heard Toni.
“Do you want me or not?” he demanded.
Her silence grated on him.
His temples throbbed when he ground his teeth, his legs tensing with predatory power, ready to tumble her down. “Grey, I’m feeling a little viperous.”
“Viperous. Is that your new word of the day? Must use viperous in a sentence.”
Heath no longer tried to hide the fact that he was panting. “Take off your robe, or I’ll tear it off with my teeth.”
“I like this robe very much, Heath, and I do believe I paid for it.Toni loves La Perla.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
Toni wrapped her arms protectively around herself. “Don’t you dare!”
Heath manacled her hands and moved them aside so fast she gasped. “Take. It.The fuck. Off. Damn you!”
It was an almost imperceptible movement, Grey sliding from behind Toni, rising to his full height, saying in a low, dangerous voice, “Heath?”
It was all the warning he got. The next second a fist smashed into his gut, and when Heath doubled forward, he was being yanked back by the arms until Grey’s lethal murmur poured into his ear. “Apologize.”
Heath bucked his arms up, ready to tear free, but Grey tightened his hold, his voice once more ringing in his ear. “Fucking. Apologize.”
He made a strangled sound, his tormented mind registering that it was Grey speaking, his voice of reason, his common sense, and it demanded he calm down. Another voice spoke, this one soft as a whisper.