She opened her eyes to find him watching her, a languorous expression on his face, his eyes hooded. Sweat misted his forehead. He’d somehow in the excitement of it all had torn off his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He looked reckless, dangerous and when he reached for her, slipping his hands beneath her shirt to caress her bra-covered breasts, she moaned her encouragement.
“You are so gorgeous.” His voice was husky, thrilling along her nerve endings, and she arched into his hands, wanting him to touch her bare skin. “Why is it I can never wait when I’m with you? Why am I always taking you against a wall?”
His words thrilled her and she smiled. “I can’t wait either. And I happen to like walls.”
“Same here,” he whispered close to her ear.
He pressed closer to her and increased his pace, pushing into her so hard she thumped against the wall with every stroke. But she didn’t care, all she could focus on was their connected bodies, moving together as one, bringing each other so much pleasure she thought she might die from it.
And when the second orgasm threatened to pull her under, she clutched his shoulders tight and went. Completely.
Chapter Thirteen
“Your phone is ringing,” Hunter murmured in her ear, just before he licked it.
Gracie pushed the hair out of her eyes and sat up, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s only three in the morning.”
“Probably a wrong number.” He sat up as well, blazing a lazy path of kisses along her bare shoulder. She shivered, wished she could stay in the warm bed with him but she needed to grab her phone.
“What if it’s not?” Not that she knew many people who’d call her at this hour, but maybe it was Becky, worried about her. And what could she say to her in explanation as where she disappeared to?
Crap. Maybe she shouldn’t answer the phone…
Leaping out of bed, she ran down the hall to where she left her purse, but it was too late. The ringing stopped. She pulled the phone out of her purse and checked the number, but she didn’t recognize it.
“Everything okay?” Hunter asked when she reentered his bedroom.
She set her cell on the bedside table and crawled back under the covers to join him. “I don’t know the number. And they didn’t leave a voicemail.”
“A wrong number then, like I said.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, one hand around her breast, his mouth pressed to her neck. “You’re tense.”
“I don’t like getting calls in the middle of the night. They worry me.” She tilted her head, giving him better access and he took it, sliding his mouth along her neck, his tongue darting out for a lick. How easy it was to fall back into his arms. A sense of rightness came over her, calming her, relaxing her and she melted against him.
“Well, let me relax you, then,” he whispered as he cupped her face and turned her to him, pressing his lips to hers.
The phone rang again, and she jerked out of his hold, grabbing the phone and answering before the third ring.
“Hello, may I please speak to Gracie Hayes?”
“This is Gracie.” She clutched the phone tight. Hunter scooted closer to her and rested his hand on her back, smoothing it up and down in a soothing gesture.
“I’m calling from Cayuga Medical Center in Ithaca.” The woman paused and Gracie trembled with fear. “It’s about your grandma.”
Oh, no. “Is everything all right?”
“She had a heart attack earlier this evening. She’s resting peacefully now, but when she woke up earlier she asked me to call you. She’d very much like you to come here if you can.”
“Of course I can.” She stumbled out of bed and headed toward the living room where her clothes lay in a heap by the door. “I’ll leave as soon as possible. Tell her I’ll be there sometime in the morning.”
The nurse gave her a few details and directions, but Gracie didn’t pay them much mind. She had GPS on her cell—she could find the hospital that way. Mind racing, she hung up, grabbed her bra and panties and slipped them on hurriedly. Stumbling into her skirt, she pulled on her shirt and glanced around for her shoes.
She didn’t have a car. She’d have to rent one. Surely she could find a place to rent a car this time of night. She was in the middle of Manhattan, for God’s sake.
“What’s going on, Gracie?”
Startled, she whirled around with a gasp at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening. Hunter stood before her in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and nothing else, his expression full of concern. “I need to go,” she said, searching for her shoes once more. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Gracie.” He went to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “Where do you need to go?”