It was the way her body reacted when he touched her. It was the way a warm, soft feeling grew when he came into the room or Mohan spoke of him. It was in the craving to hear his voice even if she couldn’t understand what he was saying. It was also in the way he made her feel when he looked at her, like she was the only one there… the only one who mattered.
“Kordon,” Gracie moaned out as her fingers sought to grip the headboard of the bed desperately.
Kordon’s face was buried between Gracie’s legs, which he pulled over his large shoulders, forcing her to open wide for him. He gently stroked her at first, letting the moisture from her arousal coat his fingers.
She was so wet he bit back the urge to just take her. Kordon moaned as Gracie’s sweet taste flowed over his tongue. He buried his
