Chapter Five
Honor woke with a moan spilling from her lips. Griff was spooned behind her, his cock hard and thick against her. His mouth trailed kisses over her shoulder and neck while his fingers snaked up and down her side. It was the perfect way to wake up after last night.
“Morning,” he whispered in her ear before giving the lobe a soft nip.
She shifted her legs open, catching his hand and moving it down her body to her sex. It was her turn to make him moan as she showed him just how ready she was for his hard cock.
“God, Honor,” Griff groaned. “I want you again.”
“Yes,” she hissed in agreement as his fingers played over her clit.
He shifted away behind her, and she glanced back over her shoulder to watch him grab a condom and roll it on.
Then he was back, easing back into position behind her.
She felt the nudge of his cock as he lined it up.
One thrust and he was tunneling in and out of her.
It felt so good, the way he filled her, rubbing every sensitive inch of her channel.
He slid one hand over her hip, his thumb and fingers playing over and around her clit.
He moved the other one under her, lifting it to toy with the nipple of her right breast.
“Griff,” she moaned. This was too much. As much as she wanted him, feared falling for him, his being with her would put him at significant risk.
She needed to walk away today. Say thanks and put her focus where it needed to be.
On catching Vince and stopping him. But this… They could share this first.
“I love the way you say my name.” The warmth of his breath against her ear sent chills down her spine. His voice was rough and carnal, and she wondered if he sounded this sexy every morning or just those that started with sex.
She moaned again as he plunged deep, slowly eased back and thrust hard again. It would be far too easy to become addicted to waking up with him every morning, especially if he was willing to let each day begin just like this one.
“Roll over,” he urged her, using his hands to guide her until she was on her stomach under him.
She knew what he was after and rose to her knees, keeping her chest flat to the mattress. He shifted his legs, forcing hers even wider. His hands were both at her hips, and his groan was her only warning before he began a fast and hard pounding.
She muffled her screams in the pillow, fingers clenching and releasing in the sheets.
She knew he heard her keening cries regardless of her efforts to smother them, and she didn’t care.
It was good, so fucking incredible she wanted to shout.
She wanted to wrap around him and sink her teeth into his skin.
He made her feel animalistic. Had her so hot and horny that even as fantastic as he gave, she wanted more.
She came with a wail and prayed the walls stifled it if the bedding didn’t.
The pounding increased, harder and faster, until he plunged so deep he lifted her knees free of the mattress and held her there speared on his cock.
God, he was so fucking deep it hurt, which only intensified the pleasure ripping through her body.
Who knew that she’d like that edge of pain so much?
His cock swelled as he filled the condom.
His hips flexed, lifting her just a bit higher before her knees met the bed again, and his weight collapsed over her.
He adjusted just enough, so he wasn’t crushing her chest, but he was still on her, buried in her.
His head was beside hers on the pillow, his breath fanning her hair.
She couldn’t have stopped herself from turning to look at him if she’d wanted to, and she didn’t. His blue eyes were bright and warm, reflecting the smile that spread across his lips. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“My mornings have never been so good. Waking up next to you. A man could get addicted to having you in his bed.”
Her eyes widened a bit in surprise, and Griff pressed his lips together. Shit. Was he uncomfortable with what he’d said? Or had her response prompted it? She was so out of her element here. He took her feet out from under her.
She cleared her throat.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She tried for a playful tone then for a moment, worried about her breath.
Christ, she didn’t know how to do the morning after.
When she’d had sex in the past, she’d had quick encounters that never lasted more than an hour or two before she left, going home then waking alone in her bed.
The end. Then she’d stopped having even those.
Now, she was with someone in his bed. It left her uncertain of what to do or say.
“Are you okay?”
“What?” She jerked a bit, wondering where that question had come from, and felt his cock tug from her. She gritted her teeth and hissed at the sensation. She hadn’t had sex in a too long, and twice within twenty-four hours had her body reminding her of that fact.
“Did I hurt you?” His hand smoothed down her spine while he did a visual scan as if searching for bruises or damage. Her research had hit the bull’s eye with him. He was as great a guy as it had seemed.
“No, it’s just been a while.”
His eyes lit up, and she almost snorted a laugh. What was it with guys getting all macho if they thought they were the cause of you doing something unusual? He was happy she hadn’t been with anyone in a while. But what about him?
“Thanks for thinking of protection. I’m on the pill, and my last check-up showed I’m good.
No health concerns.” She couldn’t help the blush that stained her cheeks.
This was important, though. Hell, life and death.
Pregnancy was often the least of a modern girl’s concerns.
“It’s been over a year since I had sex.”
“Glad I could persuade you to break the dry spell.” He grinned, looking cocky and unbelievably gorgeous. “I’ve got a clean bill of health, as well.”
“I can’t imagine many women tell you no.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t be cocky about breaking my dry spell.”
“Touché.” He laughed. “I guess I can’t imagine a woman as beautiful and sexy as you not having men beating down your door to get to you.” His gaze ran over her appreciatively. “Especially if they’ve ever seen you like this.”
“I don’t do sleepovers.” The confession was out before she could bite back the words. His eyes flared and held her captive.
“You’ve never spent the night with a man?
“No.”
Cocky smugness filled his eyes again. She snickered this time and poked an elbow into his side as she shifted out from under him.
“Don’t get any ideas, Romeo. I don’t exactly have anywhere to go right now.”
He didn’t seem to like that reminder, and her heart beat a little funny.
She wouldn’t fall for him. She refused. She didn’t need the heartbreak, which was certain to come as he got to know her better.
The men she attracted all fell for a pretty face, but show them the substance and brains beneath, and it was a different story.
Better for her to understand that from the get-go.
He cleared his throat, eyes all over her as she rose naked from the bed. She could try to discreetly cover herself with her hands, but he’d explored every inch of her already. What was the point? She didn’t play coy. Ever.
She cleared her throat, and his eyes lifted back to her face. Her nipples tingled from the heated look he’d been giving them. She smiled when she saw the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.
“I’d like for you to stay with me while you’re here,” he suggested.
She had to give him props for holding her gaze as she moved around the bed to sit beside where he still sprawled. And she had to give them to herself for not letting her eyes rake over him from head to toe.
“I like you,’ he continued. “You said you like me, and we already know the sex is amazing.”
“Amazing?” She couldn’t help smiling.
“Fantastic. I want you.” He nodded down at his cock, and she gasped when she saw it was already hard again. “Even when I’ve just had you, I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
His eyes flared, and he gingerly pulled off the used condom.
His cock shone with the residue of his last release, and she licked her lips.
Before he could do more than tie it off, she turned and took his tip into her mouth.
His breath hissed and she slid her tongue over the head.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped him while she took her time exploring with her mouth.
His fingers tunneled in her hair, and he moaned low and long. “Fuck, Honor. That feels incredible.”
He tasted good. Not salty, not sweet, but a unique combination of the two.
He smelled of them and sex with a little of the scent of the condom he’d worn mixed in.
It was good. She shut off her mind, refusing to think of anything beyond this moment.
When the end came and it was time to move on, she’d deal with it.
But for now, while she was here and alive, she’d indulge every moment, every act he desired.
He groaned. “Fuck, baby, it’s so good. I love the way you suck my cock. The way your hot little tongue strokes it.”
She took him deep, matching the stroking of her hand to the up and down suction of her mouth.
She took as much of his length as she could, and still, there was so much left.
His cock was certainly proportional to his size, and she was hungry for it.
Every inch of it. He’d said even after having her, he wanted her.
The truth was she felt the same. Hell, she’d wanted him when he was nothing more than a picture in a file.
The flesh-and-blood man was almost more than she could handle.
She swirled and sucked, used her hand to squeeze and rub.
She moved her other hand to fondle the taut sac beneath his shaft.
He lifted his hips into her, and he tangled his fingers in her hair.
Damn, he tasted good. She’d give him a blowjob anytime.
Hell, she even wanted to swallow, and that was something she never did.
She wouldn’t share that with him, though.
He’d looked cocky enough earlier after her comment about how long it had been for her.
Which reminded her, she should torture him a little bit for that.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth off him and switched her hand movements to include the head.
“Mmm,” she purred, licking her lips. “You taste so good.”
“What?”
She felt a little pride at how out of it he sounded. There was no way for him to hide just how much he enjoyed her.
“So good, Griff. I want to swallow you whole.”
“Fuck.”
She didn’t miss the mutter or the way his hips thrust his shaft up into her pumping hand. She squeezed, gave the head a light twist and stroked back down to his balls.
“You like that idea? Want me to swallow your cock?”
“Anything,” he groaned. “Anything you want if it gets your mouth back on me.”
She bent her head back down and let her mouth glide over his tip. Her tongue found the notch just under and rubbed against him there. She loved the way the broad head rose over the shaft, so much wider, like a crown. He had a mushroom shape, which she’d thoroughly enjoyed.
Her hand sped up, working and rubbing his shaft.
She sucked hard and flicked her tongue. His cock jerked in her grip, his body going taut as he got closer to coming.
He clenched his fingers in her hair, sending tingles of pain through her scalp.
His hips surged higher, and the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, making her gag a bit before she adjusted the angle and eased back a little.
She worked him with her mouth, tapping the tip of her tongue against the slit as he pulsed.
The first splash of his release filled her mouth.
She swallowed him down, not having the time to savor as he gave her more.
She let him take control, understanding how sensitive he might become right after orgasm.
She softly licked and sipped at him, savoring his unique flavor.
God, he was so addictive. He shuddered beneath her touch, then she eased her mouth away.
“I’m not sure I can move after that.” Griff’s groan had her smiling as he panted. He slid his hands to her shoulders, and the next thing she knew she was plastered against his chest. “You could become an addiction for a man.”
His comment mimicked her unspoken one far too closely, and a shiver went down her spine.
“Are you cold?” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tighter to him. His body was a furnace. There was no way she was cold, but she’d let him think so.
“What time is it?” Focus on the day. She’d never had to remind herself of that before him.
Griff Daniels was fucking up her world and knocking it off its axis.
If this was her response after less than twenty-four hours with him, how would she feel tonight when they returned to his bed?
Or tomorrow? Shit. She was in big trouble here.
It said a lot when she feared her feelings for her lover more than she feared the man trying to kill her.
“We’ve got another hour before we need to head in to meet Jack.” His hand ran up and down her spine, brushing over the curve of her ass before skimming back up.
“I should probably hit the shower.”
“Mmm, sounds good.” He shifted beneath her.
“Alone,” she added when it seemed as if he might want to take one with her.
His sigh made her chuckle against his chest. No man should have so much energy. He’d come three times.
“Go ahead.” He cupped her ass and held her close as she pushed her upper body off him. “I’ll get coffee and start some breakfast.” He leaned up and nipped her jaw before kissing her softly on the lips. “Thank you, Honor.”
She was befuddled for a moment. No one had ever thanked her for a blowjob. What did she say?
“Maybe later, I can return the favor.” His brows wiggled, and he gave her a smack on the ass before lifting her off him and getting out of bed.
His cock hung soft between his thighs, but he did nothing to cover it. He opened the bedroom door and went out, whistling something.
She was so out of her element with him. She recalled her last thought before falling asleep last night, that she could easily fall in love with a man like him. Who was she kidding? There were no other men like Griff, and she was afraid her toes might already be teasing the edge of the line.