Once the passion died down, Brooke realized she was hugging a half naked man, and immediately tried to pull away, but Thane kept his grip on her waist steady, maintaining the hug.
She grumbled, "Mr Grayson-"
"Just another minute." He inserted, taking in her scent, "Or maybe two."
Brooke playfully rolled her eyes, "Come on, we need to discuss things."
"We still can." He replied.
"Not like this." She chuckled, struggling out of his grip. But Thane began an assault of kisses trailing from her neck down to her shoulder blades. "Come on, I'm serious here-" she tried to push him away, but ended up losing her footing and sending them both crashing.
Fortunately, Thane was able to maneuver the fall, redirecting them to the bed with a loud thud!
With hand pressed against the back of Brooke's head, he critically scanned her from head to toe, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did I hurt you-"
