Chapter 42 #3
“You’re right and I’m so fucking sorry. I know that’s not enough. But please, let me worship you now, here. Let me show you how much I love you.”
I’m reeling —my heart a riot, my hands shaking— but I don’t let her go. The guilt is molten in my chest, but so is the longing. I want her to see every raw nerve I’ve shredded open for her.
Tiana’s jaw sets; she’s weighing the last of her pride against the way her body leans toward mine.
Then her fingers curl at the collar of my shirt, twisting the fabric.
“You’re a mess, Griffin,” she says, voice thick, “and you make me a mess, too.” There’s a tear in the corner of her eye, but she blinks it away.
I kiss her again, letting her feel every apology. Tiana lets me in, the fight draining out of her body, replaced by trembling want. The kiss deepens, my palms sliding up her back, thumbs splaying over her ribs.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her forehead against mine. “If you do this again, you’re dead to me.”
“Never,” I say.
Tiana’s mouth finds my ear. “Make it count,” she whispers. “Get on your knees, Hayes.”
My answer is a groan against her shoulder. “Your wish is my command, Sugar.”
My hands stroke lines down her spine, finding the bare skin there and then, I kneel between the opening of her thighs, the dress bunched around her waist, and I try not to lose my mind at how goddamn perfect she is—her smooth legs, the soft stretch of her inner thigh.
I start kissing there, at the point of her knee, and work my way up, savoring every new inch I uncover.
I try to take my time, but I’m starved for her, greedy.
Tiana is watching me, lids heavy, but she doesn’t say a word; she just swallows hard, hands fisting in the hem of her dress, holding herself open for me. My mouth hovers at the seam of her panties, just barely grazing, and I breathe her in.
Her smell is intoxicating—the sweet tang that is all her.
I can barely see straight. I want to get lost in her, drown in her, and when I finally lay my tongue flat against her clit, she moans so loudly that my dick aches in response.
“Fuck, Sugar. You smell so fucking sweet.”
I hook my fingers in the thin black lace of her panties, tugging down—she lifts her hips, obliging, and I press my mouth to her pussy, devouring every inch of her like it’s the only way I’ll ever be forgiven.
“Goddamn, Tiana. I’ll never get over how good your pussy tastes.”
I bury my mouth back in her, my tongue delicate at first, feathering her open, learning the shape of her again.
I remember exactly how she likes it, so when I flick her clit with the edge of my tongue, her legs jerk and her hands fly to my head.
She tries to push me deeper, demand more, and I let her guide me, drawing tight, slow circles with my tongue while she shudders and whimpers above me.
I want her to come, watch her fall apart, to know she is alive and angry and full of sensation.
She’s close already, her thighs trembling around my shoulders. I press a finger to her entrance, then a second, curling inside while my mouth works her clit. She’s shaking, pulling hard enough on my hair to hurt. I want that pain. I want to take every last piece of her and stitch it into myself.
“Griffin,” she gasps, “don’t stop.” And I don’t—I wouldn’t, I couldn’t, not if the world ended around us. I just keep going, tongue and fingers working in rhythm, loving every second of her coming apart for me.
“Oh my God,” Tiana moans. Her breath comes in short gasps, then a whimper, her heels locking against my back and pulling me in. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close—” The term of endearment catches me so off guard, I practically growl against her.
I let my tongue flick harder, faster, my free hand digging into the soft flesh of her hips to keep her pinned right where I want her. I double down, tongue and fingers, until Tiana’s body goes taut and she arches off the seat, hips shoving hard against my face.
The orgasm tears through her—Tiana sobs my name, voice raw, and for a second she is absolutely silent. Then she shatters, her cum spraying against my face and mouth, and I swallow everything she gives me.
I keep my face buried between her thighs, licking her through the aftershocks, until she’s too sensitive and pushes me away with a weak, helpless laugh.
I kiss her thighs, her hipbones, the soft hollow where her leg meets her body, whispering her name against her skin. When I finally look up at her, her face is flushed.
“I can’t believe we just did that in a public parking lot,” she says.
The dome light is still on above us. It makes her skin shine, throws shadows on her cheekbones, and turns her eyes molten as she blinks down at me.
For a moment, I remember every time I watched her from the other side of a screen, catching glimpses and half-smiles, letting myself become addicted to the performance of her life.
“And I’d do it again, Sugar.”
I stand up, satisfied with the outcome of what just happened, when Tiana’s fingers find my belt before I’ve even fully straightened, pulling me toward her.
“You’re going to have to work a lot harder than that to make me forgive you, Hayes.”