"What if Gerard hears us?"
Michael had thought of that, but didn't really care. He shrugged his shoulders and started to pull Delia's shirt off, carefully so as not to ruin it the way he wanted to.
So...basically by tearing it off with his teeth before running his tongue down her breasts headed straight for her n*****s.
"I couldn't care less, honestly, if Gerard hears us. When that man finds his mate, if he already hasn't, he'll be trying to get on top of her too at all hours of the day and night. Plus, I think it's fairly clear you need this type of distraction before you chew your nails right down to their beds."
"On top?"
He stilled his hands, quirking an eyebrow at her in a moment of silent reflection. "Do you want to be on top, amore? Want to feel my d**k split you in two as you
