GRACE POV
The afterglow was still clinging to my skin when my stomach betrayed me.
It wasn’t a polite sound.
It wasn’t subtle.
It was a deep, hollow growl that echoed through the room like my body had finally remembered it had needs other than being completely wrecked by its mate.
I blinked, disoriented, still half draped over Connor’s chest, my legs loose around his waist, sweat cooling on my skin, heart still beating too fast for no reason other than him.
He froze.
Actually froze.
One second his hand was lazily tracing circles on my lower back, thumb dipping just enough to make my toes curl again, his breath warm against my temple.
The next?
He went completely still.
His brow furrowed. His jaw tightened. His eyes sharpened.
The shift was so immediate it would have been funny
