Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Griffin lay on his back amidst the tangle of sheets in Savanna’s bed, unable to take his eyes off the vision of her naked body straddling him, her full lips poised in a sexy pout as she slowly trailed her short nails up his chest. They’d made love not even thirty minutes ago, but she was ready for round two.
“I want the naughty version now,” she said, her throaty voice making his cock twitch, especially with her bare ass so close to his erection. “Slow and sweet was amazing, but I want . . .” That cute blush slid up her throat and to her cheeks. “Don’t hold back with me, Griffin. I want you to lose total control and just . . .”
“Just what, Savanna?” He wanted to hear the dirty words come from her sweet mouth.
Cupping the back of her head, he drew her in for a fiery kiss until she pulled away and sat upright, her perfect tits on full display, just begging for his touch. He reached up to palm them both, teasing his thumbs across her nipples, the same dark rosy color as her lips. He wanted to taste both. For-fucking-ever.
What does that mean?
He shook away thoughts of tomorrow, preferring to leave the future out of this moment.
Right now, his teammates were working on her case, like he should have been, but nothing and no one could steal him away from this incredible woman shimmying on his cock and staring at him as if he were her entire world.
Him. Someone’s world. He’d never thought that possible.
She pushed his hands down and parked them on her hips, then slowly slid her palms up her torso to cup her tits and pinch her nipples. He was going to lose his damn mind watching her touch herself.
“I want you to-to . . .” Her adorableness knew no bounds.
His quads flexed as he fought the urge to flip her over, wrap an arm under her belly, and yank her to her hands and knees. Worship that beautiful ass before ramming his cock into her tight wet pussy, holding her down against the mattress with one hand and pulling back on her hair with the other. She wanted the naughty version? He’d damn well give it to her. He’d give her anything she wanted.
He dug his fingers into the soft skin at her hips when she finally freed the words, “Spank me.”
Well. Fuck. Me.
He had to work the knot down in his throat before he could talk. Sweet and so, so dirty for him. Just how he wanted his woman.
My woman?
She set her hands on his chest and slowly gyrated her hips in circles. “I’ve never . . . and just wondered . . .”
“Is that right? You’ve never had that tight little ass spanked for being bad?” Just the thought of seeing his handprints bloom across her silky, untouched skin had his balls instantly tight and ready to explode. He’d come all over her any second.
“And then I want your mouth on my?—”
“Cunt?” He cocked a brow as she worked her lip between her white teeth.
“I’ve never liked that word, but when you say it, I do.” She reached for his hand and cupped it against her pussy.
“You’re fucking drenched, Sugar.” And damn, was she ever. He loved that her body responded to him like this, completely in tune with his.
“It’s all because of you. You turn me on, and I’ve just nev—” Savanna stopped herself mid-sentence.
That “never” would remain unspoken. Griffin was certain she’d nearly revealed how sex with him made her have feelings she’d never experienced before. And that would have been tantamount to betraying Marcus.
Although this moment hadn’t killed his erection, it now felt like there was a third wheel in the room. But was it all in his head, or was it Marcus?
“Griffin.” A sharp knock at the door startled them both and had Savanna immediately shifting off him in search of the covers. “Your room is empty,” Carter announced from the other side of the door.
At least it was Carter and not the sex police, Gray.
“One second,” Griffin called out while standing, covering his erection with both hands, hoping to quickly calm his dick down. Good luck with that, buddy. His mind was still foggy with the image of a naked Savanna sitting on him seconds ago, saying she wanted him to spank her and then eat her pussy—so yeah, he’d need a hot minute.
He shook it off the best he could and pulled on only his jeans. He checked over his shoulder to see Savanna’s cheeks red, but her body was covered by the comforter, at least.
Griffin cracked the door so as not to offer anyone a view of his woman in bed. “You have news?”
“We got the list of possible suspects from Gray’s dad. We’re going to discuss them in the lobby if you’d care to join.” Carter motioned for Griffin to head into the hall, and Griffin slipped out of the room as carefully as possible but kept the door ajar so it didn’t lock on him.
He didn’t have the key, and he’d prefer Savanna not to have to open up for him and risk anyone getting a view of her.
“There’s something else,” Carter said. “Not sure if you want to share this with Savanna, but I managed to pull a little more intel from one of the guys.”
Pull something out, huh? Like his teeth? “What is it?” And why wouldn’t he want Savanna to know?
“Apparently, three other guys accompanied Nick on the job. He said Nick not only took off with what they were sent to acquire, his words, but Nick killed the other three before doing so.”
“You sure he didn’t lie to you?”
“You know me better than that. I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t believe it.”
Griffin dropped his head and closed his eyes, knowing Savanna wouldn’t be able to handle hearing that. Theft was bad enough. But murder, even if they were criminals, was a whole other level. “Don’t tell her. Tell the team I don’t want her to know.”
Carter nodded once Griffin pulled his focus back up. “You good? Aside from what I just told you, I mean?”
After a quick look both ways in the hall to ensure they were alone, Griffin answered as though Carter hadn’t literally caught him with his pants down. “Am I good? Why wouldn’t I be?” A bullshit lie, sure.
“Because Gray didn’t have to tell me what he said to you, I read the situation at the dinner table. He ordered you to stand down, am I right?”
Griffin bowed his head, trying to figure out which direction to go with this conversation that suddenly felt like an awkward game of truth or dare. Tell the truth or dare to lie to a man whose job with the CIA had been to interrogate the worst of the worst. Like he had earlier today.
Plus, Griffin was shirtless and wearing only jeans. Kind of hard to bluff his way out of this one.
“So, you disobeyed a command from your new team leader?” Carter asked when Griffin had yet to deliver an answer.
“Yes,” he said under his breath.
“She’s an assignment,” Carter said in a hushed tone, probably so Savanna wouldn’t overhear. “I’m not a fan of you screwing an assignment. Same page as Gray.” The pause that followed gave Griffin hope that his boss, who could be a ruthless SOB when warranted, was about to toss out a but . “But, if your cock keeps her from panicking, then so be it.” He stepped back and looked down the hall. “Meet us in five. Ten if you need more time.”
Griffin was torn on how to respond. Even though Griffin held a higher rank upon leaving the Army than Carter, who hadn’t been in as long, the man was now his superior. Part of him wanted to punch Carter for implying that Savanna was just a quick fuck for the sake of the job. The other part of him, though, wanted to thank him for not losing his shit, as well as the offer for more time with Savannah.
“Be there in ten,” Griffin returned, his voice sounding clipped now that he was tense and wound up. If Savanna would let him, he’d like to . . . bang her? She’s not a one-nighter, he reminded himself. That seemed to stop the beast inside him from demanding he grab hold of her hips and plow inside her while she screamed out his name.
As he entered the room and caught sight of her clutching the comforter to her chest, her hair a beautiful mess around her shoulders, he wondered if he was doing the right thing by withholding the info Carter had just revealed about Nick. Savanna was so determined to save the man. Shouldn’t she know he was a cold-blooded killer? And if he didn’t tell her and she found out he knew, would he survive the fallout?
“Everything okay?” she asked, a worried look on her face.
No, Nick is a killer.
But rather than speak the words, he chose to lose himself in thoughts of her instead, picturing what she’d look like as a brunette, which he assumed was her natural color. Although the different shades of blonde she had going for her were also hot as hell. What was he thinking? She’d look beautiful no matter what.
He rid himself of his jeans in one fast movement, his dick coming to life at the thought of fucking her hard and fast, nearly to the point of pain. And based on her confession, it seemed she wanted a little pain in the bedroom.
Sex. He was choosing sex over hurting her with the truth about Nick, telling himself she’d lose her mind if she knew. Plus, he’d do anything to have her in his arms again. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“We have ten minutes.” He stroked his cock as she let go of the comforter. “How do you want me?”
She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she released the comforter and flipped to her hands and knees, presenting him with that fucking bitable ass of hers.
“You’re one of a kind, you know that, right?” He secured the other condom over his length and joined her on the bed.
He pressed down on her shoulders, the action tilting her hips a fraction higher. Perfect. A shudder ran through her body, and he reveled in the knowledge that this was a first for her. So many firsts tonight.
Without wasting another second, he spread her cheeks apart and plunged his tongue into her pussy, then dragged it back up and over her tight little hole, which drew out a startled moan from her.
“Not tonight,” he said as he glided his cock between her cheeks. “But I will own every part of you, I can promise you that.”
She gazed at him from over her shoulder. “You know what I want, Griffin. Stop making me wait and ju?—”
Smack.
Then he swatted her again.
Then one more time.
And she arched her back and sank into the sensations, her pussy glistening even more, which told him he was on the right path. He smoothed his palm over the light mark he’d put there, growing impossibly hard at the sight.
“Please,” she cried out, begging for more.
“Sugar, if I do, you might have trouble sitting later,” he murmured.
“Give it to me,” she commanded in a low, almost husky tone that had his balls tightening even more.
He spanked her harder this time, her ass cheek sporting a bright red palm print. He needed to be back inside her, so he drove into her in one thrust, the fit just as tight as before, practically choking his dick, but fuck, did it feel fantastic.
Savanna moved with him and squeezed the walls of her pussy, which would absolutely be the death of him one day, but he’d die a happy man.
“You first. Always,” he said, reaching around and sliding two fingers through her folds to circle her clit. Savanna’s pleading whimpers only served to spur him on, bottoming out with each ragged thrust.
Not even a minute later, she bit into the comforter to stifle her moan as she came, and he found his release the second she did, collapsing against her back, their skin slick with sweat.
Realizing they didn’t have much time left before Carter came back and broke down the door, Griffin pulled out and removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the en suite trash can.
He came back to find she had rolled over to her back, eyes closed and a look of serenity on her face, and he could feel himself losing a little bit more of his heart to this woman. He leaned down, brushed a chaste kiss to her lips, and sat at the edge of the bed as he smoothed a hand over her unruly hair, wishing like hell he could climb back in bed with her.
Her lids fluttered open, lips tipping up into a smile so genuine, so completely happy, that he couldn’t help but return it in kind.
“As much as I would love to stay here and keep exploring your body, we need to get dressed and head downstairs.”
“What, are you telling me I’m not presentable the way I am?” she teased. “I guess I should find something a bit less revealing this time, wouldn’t want to give Easton a heart attack.”
“I know you’re joking, but I’m an only child and never learned to share. I’m already thinking about how quickly we can get back up here so I can have you again, maybe for the rest of the night before I have to go,” he admitted, hating that it was wheels up in the morning, and he’d be leaving her behind.
That was out of his control, but keeping the truth about Nick from her was his choice, and with that thought, Griffin’s good mood tanked.
“So, you’ll be staying the whole night in my room?”
He didn’t have any more condoms, and he’d need to find a way to rectify that problem soon, but there were plenty of other things they could do. He’d love to see her back on her knees again, and this time, let that beautiful mouth finish what she’d started earlier.
He replayed her words in his head, though, realizing there was still a hint of worry there that he’d leave her before the sun came up.
“Absolutely,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss the only woman he’d ever shared the truth about his mother with, and . . . at some point, he ought to tell her the rest of that story. But for now, he just wanted to leave his demons in the past and live in the moment.
And maybe never tell her Nick was a killer.