Chapter 27
Griffin
Tucking my hands behind my head, I watch this ferocious beauty go in for the kill. And by kill, I can tell by how Cricket tugs her bottom lip under her top teeth that she’s not quite sure where to start. “The possibilities are endless,” I say, giving her a wink. “Aren’t they?”
“I have some ideas.” She’s great at bluffing.
Lying under her, I don’t bother pretending I’m too cool to show how fucking lucky I am to have this incredible woman almost naked, straddling me like she wants me as much as I want her. That’s called winning.
I drink in the sight of her—the dangerous curve from her waist to the swell of her hip and the rounded bloom of her breasts and the way the straps slink over her shoulder, inspiring me to want to follow the trail to her backside.
The matching triangle of fabric covering that pussy I know tastes so sweet has me dipping my finger in the bend of her thigh and teasing.
With a pluck of the silk, I say, “I like that blue on you.”
She looks down at her body as if she’d forgotten what she was wearing. Her vibrant greens land back on me just as her back straightens. “You do?” She acts innocent, but she knows how to do some teasing herself.
I slide the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip, slipping my finger across her supple lower lip. “It’s my new favorite color.”
Planting her hands on my chest, she lowers to me, causing my finger to slip into the need slicking between her velvety lips. Her lids flutter as she takes a deep breath. Steadying her expression, she whispers, “I think the issue—”
“We have an issue?” God, I love toying with her.
And fucking her, but I’m trying to be a good boy and restrain myself so she has full ownership over this situation.
She’s making it damn hard. Literally. I slide my knuckle slowly through her folds and then down again, my thumb leveraging against my erection.
I’m already so turned on that I may be as patient as I’d like.
One small triangle of fabric keeps me from driving into her.
And my fucking jeans.
“We do.” She releases a harsh breath as I coax her body into submitting and giving me what I really want—her orgasm as my trophy.
Struggling to hide how she’s affected, she shifts on top of me and digs her nails into my chest. The cotton covering of my shirt is only a thin barrier.
I feel the pressure she’s trying to hide as she resists falling apart for me.
The little vixen. I don’t mind a challenge.
On a jaded breath, she says, “A major issue. Your clothes are still on your body.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Reaching up to tap under her chin, I raise an eyebrow.
I make sure to find her clit to circle it a few times before withdrawing my hand from her pleasure despite it being all mine as well.
“Not sure if I should be worried, but you’re starting to sound a lot like me, babe. ”
“What’s good for the goose—”
“Is good for this gander.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her hard to exactly where I want to feel her. “Would you like me to take them off?” I ask, willing to lead my lovely to water . . .
She slips to my side, which is highly disappointing when it was just getting good.
“Yes. All of them.” When she rests back on her hands, her tits are gloriously prominent on her chest, the tops rounded and the cleavage running deep.
She’s a good tease when she slides the tip of her finger along the gathering and higher across her collarbone.
“You know what I want to do to you?”
“What is that?” With her interest piqued, I reach for her, weaving my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and bringing her in for a kiss.
Just when our lips part, I whisper, “I want to drag my tongue between your tits, tease your nipples with my teeth, then fuck them until I come.” I’m so fucking crass when it comes to her.
She brings out the best and worst in me without even realizing how she causes me to react.
The silence between us sends a quake of worry through me, so I lean back enough to catch her gaze. The shock I expected isn’t there. Nothing that indicates I crossed a line exists in any part of her expression. “Too mu—”
“It’s like we share the same mind,” she says without a flash of a lie in her eyes. Damn, she’s good. Magnificent, in fact.
Running her hands over the sides of my face, she says, “I can’t wait to do all the things with you.” Resting back on my lap, she tilts her head, and a sweet smile reappears on her pretty face. “Maybe not all at once, though.”
“We have time.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Tugging the hem of my tee, she plucks it. “This still needs to go, charmer.”
I tug it off over my head and toss it somewhere on the bed. I stand to strip off my boots and jeans without making a big deal about it. I’m just anxious to return to her mounting me. As soon as I hang them on the railing, I turn around.
A cat who ate a mouse looks less guilty than she does sitting there like she already knows she owns me body and soul. She twirls her finger in the air, and says, “Spin for me.”
My boisterous laughter bellows into the dark night as I eye her with my arms crossed over my chest. “Funny.”
She shifts, bending one knee up and resting an arm across it. “What’s so funny, Twenty-two?” There’s not one bit of humor in her question, and her expression backs that request. “Can’t handle a girl bossing you around?”
“I can handle you just fine. You want me to spin?”
Her grin grows well past her mouth. “I do.”
“Careful with those words, or you might find yourself married.”
“You should be careful yourself, cowboy.” I swear she arches her back as if her tits put the exclamation on that remark. “Tossing around the word married while trying to sleep with me might get you in trouble.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, there won’t be any sleeping tonight.”
“Prove it.” The woman’s got some moxie in her attitude tonight. So fucking sexy. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she states, “Spin. For me.”
My girl is going to play this card until she wins, so I might as well give her a show. Stripping off my boxer briefs, I get a good grip of my dick and slide it up the length once, making sure she’s watching. “You see how hard you get me, babe?”
“Hard to miss.”
“You’re stroking my ego, but I’d rather you be stroking my—”
“Then spin and I’ll let you steal second base.”
Every time I think she can’t be hotter, she proves me wrong.
I’m starting to think this spinning business is a prerequisite.
All’s fair in love and sex. I spin, slowly, allowing her to ogle every part of my body to her desired content.
I have a few things to be ashamed of in my life. My body isn’t one of them.
When I’m facing her again, I ask, “Anything else, your majesty?”
“Yes,” she replies, reaching around to her back and unclasping her bra.
After she slides the straps down her arms, baring herself to me, she waggles a finger to summon me back to her.
With my knees pressed to the wood of the daybed, I watch her smile soften at the corners as she looks at me.
“You’ve ruined me, Griffin.” Not what I expected, which is starting to become a running theme with her. “I feel empty without you inside me.”
Relief embellishes my smile as I climb back on the mattress.
“I can help with that.” I take her thong down her legs and drop it near the bra at the corner of the bed.
With both of us naked, we slip under the covers next to each other.
Instead of leaning over and kissing her, I say, “I want you on top of me.”
This time, free from any barriers, she straddles me again. Bending to kiss me, she whispers against the corner of my mouth, “I don’t want you to wear a condom. I want to feel all of you.” I turn, cupping her face to ask, but she adds, “I’m on birth control.”
The trust she’s giving me, the way she’s opened not only her heart but her body for me, leaves me at a loss for words. “Okay.” I find one through the mess of thoughts running through my mind. “I cannot wait to feel all of you, babe.”
I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, warming the goose bumps populating her skin.
She lifts, positioning my dick at her entrance, taking charge and sinking down.
Easing over me causes her mouth to part, her eyes to bat closed, and for her head to fall forward.
She takes me inch by aching inch until she’s seated on my lap.
When her hands drop to my chest, she steals a few quick breaths, then raises her head to look at me again. “It’s so much.”
The words could be referring to anything, but I know what she means.
I run my fingers over her cheek, admiring how she’s even more stunning when we’re bonded like this.
“I feel it.” My voice is huskier, her warmth consuming.
“It’s overwhelming and makes me crave this connection even more with you. Like I never want it to end.”
“Me too.” She laughs lightly, then adds, “But I really need you to start moving.”
Quirking a smile, I chuckle. “I can do that.” I get a good grasp of the plush of her hips, holding her on top of me as I start to thrust upward.
Her head hovers above mine, and her tits are bouncing.
It’s better than any view I ever had, and I’ve traveled the world searching.
That she’s here, with me, and that we found each other again makes this even better.
When her eyes close, I say, “Look at me.”
She does. Her eyes open on my command as I fuck her as hard as I can. Sitting up, she starts maneuvering on top of me, taking my thrusts and anteing up with a few of her own.
When she moans and then calls my name, she trails her fingers down her throat. “You feel so amazing. So good. I’m getting close.”
“You come for me, and I’ll be there with you.
” I roll to the side without losing the connection and pick up where I left off.
But now I get to see her face when I push her hair back to appreciate the emotion filling her eyes as she stares into mine.
As I drive deep inside her, her body slides higher on the bed.
She grabs me, working against the tide, for another hit of passion.
The wave starts to crash over me, her heat engulfing me. I hear her chant my name like a prayer on her lips, her body dragging me to the edge with her. I’m ready to fall but detour to her breasts, grabbing one and kneading before bending to kiss the other’s hard pink tip.
Each punctuation of my hips sends me deeper—the passion, the pleasure, the headiness of being inside is too much. Too much . . .
A crush of tremors electrifies her body, sending her back arching and her chest against mine.
When her mouth falls open, I take possession and kiss her thoroughly as my savior.
I reach down between those glorious legs and find the bud that I know will have her tasting heaven.
She bucks upon my touch and groans in indulgence when I swirl my finger over it.
And when I flick, pinch just right, and then soothe it, her orgasm rips through her body.
Her body grips me so tightly that she pulls me into the abyss with her.
Thrusts become jolts. I pull out and plunge into her deeper, and then again until I feel my release striking. I fuck wildly, losing control as I drive myself into the fireworks. And then I feel peace as I float in the aftermath of gratification.
“Griffin,” she calls me from the darkest recesses, dragging me toward the light. “Griffin,” she says on the verge of breathlessness. Too tired to open my eyes, I remain in the bliss of our union. “Griffin, you’re killing me.”
I’m shoved to the side and roll to my back. Turning my head to the side, I force myself to lift my lids. Cricket’s green eyes are so pretty that I’m glad I opened my eyes. Her torso lifts from laughter, and she says, “I was starting to worry you had died and gone to heaven.”
I hold her hand between us. “I did.”
Sweet sympathy coats her face. “Aw. It was pretty spectacular for me, too.”
Propping up onto my elbow, I bend to kiss her head, then look out at the property. “I can’t see a damn thing, but if you listen carefully, we might be able to hear the river.”
She’s quiet, lifting onto her elbows to stare into the dark. “I can’t hear it.” Her disappointment streams through the words.
“It’s okay. It’s quieter at this point in the river.”
Lying her head back on the pillow, she watches me as I settle in next to her, then rolls to her side to cuddle against me. “If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?” she whispers as if someone else might overhear her.
There’s no point trying to guess what she’s about to ask. She surprises me every time anyway. “I promise.”
“Are you really only designing the house for you and Jacob?”
It’s as if she reached inside my chest to squeeze my heart.
How do I answer honestly and still protect myself?
I don’t think I can. But I made her a promise I’ll keep.
“No.” If she asked me to be more specific, I would, so I offer my heart up on a platter upfront. “I was thinking of the three of us.”
And then I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.