Chapter 15
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GRIFFIN
R ing. Ring. Ring.
Groaning, Griffin rolled over to find the offending alarm that dared to wake him up from a deep sleep.
He was having pleasant dreams before being pulled out of them.
Dreams about what would have happened if Quynh hadn’t passed out after he made her come.
Twice. Yeah, he was proud of his prowess, though he hoped to have pushed her for a third.
He only stopped when he noticed her droopy and sated form.
He hadn’t had the heart to keep pushing for it.
In his dream, he’d strip her of the rest of her clothes, kissing and tasting every part of her body with every inch he revealed, giving the areas he didn’t get to claim last night extra attention.
He needed to find out where else she liked being kissed. What made her moan or gasp in pleasure? What caused her toes to curl? Or even what would cause him to push him away, whether in pleasure or disinterest .
Would she push me away, or would she let me continue to explore her body?
Turning off the annoying alarm, he realized he was alone in his bed. This wouldn’t have bothered him, except he fell asleep next to her sleeping form. She must have snuck out sometime during the early morning hours.
The idea of her leaving him while he was dreaming about her stung.
She didn’t even bother to wake him up to let him know she was leaving.
Sure, the walk to her place was short, but anything could happen to her.
Willowbrook was a relatively sleepy town with low crime rates, but it was never a good idea for a woman to be out alone at night, regardless of how safe the town was.
He pretended the sting in his chest was about worrying about her safety rather than the fact that she left without a word.
Did last night mean nothing to her?
It wasn’t like he was interested in pursuing a relationship with her, but he deserved some respect.
Insecurity threatened to drag him down into their dark depths.
Was she just using me? Does she even care about me?
There was no way she could have faked her orgasm. He’d tasted it directly from the source.
Sitting up in bed jerkily, Griffin ran his hands over his face, blowing out a breath at the errant thoughts running through his tired mind. He should get his day started. No use dwelling on things he couldn’t control.
If he was grumpier than normal, he blamed it on not getting his usual eight hours of sleep.
It had nothing to do with the dark-haired beauty who came on his face and then left his bed like he was a dirty old man.
His shower was colder than necessary. He reluctantly washed the traces of her off his body, rinsing out his beard thoroughly. He didn’t need to smell her on him while he worked. It would be distracting as hell.
Rover followed him into the kitchen. He sat down patiently at his food dish, waiting to be served his breakfast. Rover normally slept on the bench at the foot of the bed, but he’d been in the hallway last night.
Guilt pierced his gut at the thought of Rover sleeping in the cool hallway, but he’d seemed perky as ever this morning.
He didn’t mean to lock Rover out of the room, but it’s hard to seduce a woman when there was a slobbering giant dog in the same room with him.