Chapter 8
Jordy
“Mornin’, Kit.” Grizz’s gravelly voice rumbles through me.
I press back into the warm wall of his giant body and his purring growl sends pleasant vibrations through me. I automatically arch my back, grinding my bottom into the taut frame of his hips. His growl deepens with frustration. Large hands force my legs apart. I hold my breath as his right hand begins to explore.
Outside the room, a harsh ringing sound breaks the silence. I jerk in Grizz’s arms and his hold tightens.
“It’s okay. Just the telephone.”
“You should get it,” I whisper as the phone keeps ringing.
He answers with a growl.
A beep and the answering machine picks up.
“Rise and shine, it’s a beautiful day,” an Irish brogue trills.
Grizz growls as Declan continues leaving a message. “I got news for ya
