Chapter Twenty-Three Griffin #3
It wasn’t just sex, and I didn’t think it was for her either. I couldn’t wipe away my past any more than I could erase hers, but I could give her everything she’d ever wanted. Could make her feel sexy and cherished and wanted, because God, she was all those things to me.
Her hand reached down to grip me, exactly the way I’d shown her in the parking lot, and I rolled my forehead against hers, hissing through gritted teeth.
“Later,” I told her, then sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as I pulled her hand off me.
I reached over into the nightstand and sat back on my heels while I opened a condom packet with my teeth.
She watched with huge eyes as I rolled it on.
“This might hurt, baby. Do you want to be on top? That might be easier.”
Immediately, she shook her head, hands curling around my back, tugging me back down on top of her. “No. No, I want you on me.”
My heart was fucking hers, and there was no way I could say it out loud. It was the one thing she’d made me promise, wasn’t it? The only promise I’d broken.
I nodded, kissing her deeply again. Her thigh pressed high against my side, and I dipped my head down, pushing her breast up with my hand, licking a tight circle around the tip. She clutched my head and gasped.
I sucked the other one into my mouth, dragging my teeth over the hardened nipple.
And oh, she liked that. Gently, I held her gaze and bit down on the bottom curve of her breast, sucking it into my mouth harder than I might have dared if my feelings were any less.
It would leave a mark, and something primitive flared hot in my chest, roaring louder and louder to mark her more.
To leave behind proof that I’d been here and that I’d had her, even if it was just once.
Ruby tugged me back up her chest, and I slanted my mouth over hers while she writhed helplessly underneath the weight of my body. I took myself in hand and almost blacked out when I tried to press forward.
So hot. So very, impossibly tight.
I’d die. Right here, in between her legs. And I wanted it on my tombstone how I went out, because I’d never felt anything better than this.
She broke away from the kiss with a gasp. “Griffin,” she moaned, wiggling her hips and trying to work me in farther.
“I know, sweetheart,” I hissed, holding her still with a firm hand on her hip. “Let me do this, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My hips rocked forward an inch. Then back.
In. Out. In and out again. Then again.
Each inch gained, I slid farther and farther into absolute heaven. Ruby couldn’t stay still; she met my rhythm perfectly, working herself onto me as each shallow thrust brought me more fully inside.
The screaming impulse to snap my hips forward had me gritting my teeth, and that restless energy had me biting down on her bottom lip until she whimpered. My tongue licked into her mouth, my hands wrapped around her back to grip her shoulders for leverage.
Ruby wrenched her other hip up onto my side, widening her thighs, and I sank in, slick and effortless, like an anchor cutting through water, a groaning sound I’d never made before wrenched from the back of my throat.
Helpless desire. Desperate wanting. A crude need to rut into her until we both blacked out from the force of what raced furiously through my veins.
I buried my head into the curve of her neck and felt the trembling of my hands as I held her tight. “You’re so good.”
We paused there, unmoving, as she acclimated. If I closed my eyes, it would be so easy to get lost in the slick, tight feel of her around me. My mouth nuzzled at her jaw, seeking her sweet lips, and Ruby sighed quietly as we kissed.
When the kisses turned sharper, fiercer, the licking of our tongues wilder, she rubbed her breasts against my chest. “Please, please, please,” she chanted.
I propped my weight onto one elbow as I lifted up to watch her face while I slowly pulled back, pushed forward.
Pulled back, then pushed forward. Her brow furrowed adorably at the steady drag of my body in and out of hers, and she bit down on her bottom lip when I ground against her when my hips met hers.
Pulled back again, holding there until my pulse screamed, my body shook from the restraint it took to stay in place, teasing her that way.
She wriggled helplessly, and my eyes fluttered shut for a moment. When I opened them again, a flush was crawling up her neck into her cheeks.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I commanded. “I’ll give it to you.”
Eyes locked on mine, Ruby didn’t even hesitate. “Harder.”
She was perfect. So incredibly perfect. All the things I didn’t know I wanted, and she was right fucking here for the taking.
“You sure?” I asked, tilting my head as I made a few shallow thrusts. She was already fluttering around me, her pulse visible at the base of her throat as she made a tortured keening noise.
“Griffin,” she begged. “Please.”
I gave my girl what she wanted. With a ruthless snap of my hips and a loud groan, I bottomed out in one thrust.
Heaven.
I’d never get over this. Never have anything better than her.
Ruby took everything I had for her, over and over and over, and with each pivot of my body, each roll of my hips, each rocking thrust that brought me against her again and again and again, she sobbed against my mouth as she told me it couldn’t possibly get bigger, that it wasn’t stopping, that it kept growing bigger and bigger.
She slapped a hand over her mouth to stem the sounds, and when I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed with my thumb, her back snapped in a powerful arch, and Ruby let out a muffled scream behind her fingers, tears streaking down her temples.
My own orgasm crashed over me, a blistering squeeze of painful pleasure that started at the base of my spine and split out in a wide burst. I yanked her hand away from her lips and grunted into her mouth as we kissed through it.
I didn’t want us losing those noises because we were afraid of someone hearing; I wanted to take hers and give her my own. I wanted the whole fucking world to know that we were doing this to each other, because there was no way anyone else had ever experienced sex quite like this.
I hadn’t, at least.
The truth of that—of how she’d changed me down to my marrow, carving her name somewhere deep and vital where I’d never be able to remove it—had me gathering her into my arms while we kissed in the dark.
And I knew, even as I felt the wild crash of her heart against me, I was never going to have her in the way I wanted.