Chapter 10
GRIFFIN
“This is a mistake,” she breathes.
“Probably,” I murmur into her hair.
“We should stop before we start.”
“Do you want to stop?”
She looks up at me. Her eyes are blazing fury and want and five years of grief all tangled together. Her chest heaves against mine, her nipples are hard points through my jersey.
“No,” she admits.
Then she kisses me.
It’s not soft or gentle. The kiss is desperate. Starving. Jess kisses me with five years of frustration and longing crashing together. Her mouth is hot and demanding against mine. Her tongue slides past my lips, and I give her everything she’s asking for.
My hands slide from her face to her waist and I yank her body flush against mine. She gasps into my mouth when she feels how hard I am. I swallow the sound, greedy for more. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
We’re lost in a frenzy when I climb on top of her and push open her thighs. My hands find bare skin and I reacquaint myself with her every curve. She’s warm, soft, and mine.
“Griffin.” My name is a chant on her full lips.
I kiss down her jaw and across her neck. I keep moving until I find the spot behind her ear that always made her fall apart. It works. She shudders against me and her head falls back. The moan that slips out of her makes me twitch with desire.
“Tell me to stop.” I growl against her throat. My hands slide up her sides and my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts. “Tell me this is a mistake.”
“Don’t stop.” The words tear out of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. She grinds herself against the bulge in my pants. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I slip off my pants. My cock springs free, thick and hard and aching for her. Five years. Five fucking years I've wanted this. I find her mouth again, hungrier now.
My hands shove my jersey up her body. “Off,” I growl against her mouth and yank at the last bit of fabric between us. “Get this fucking thing off.”
She helps me peel it over her head and it hits the floor. Her nipples stare at me, hard and alert. I’m drunk with need to devour them.
“Look at you.” My voice is wrecked. “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Before she can say anything, I’m palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s whimpering. I slip one in my mouth and she cries out.
Her back arches and her fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. I suck and bite and worship her while my other hand slides down her stomach.
“So fucking responsive,” I groan. “You always were. Always got so wet for me.”
“Griffin,” She’s panting now, her hips rocking against mine.
I slide off the side of the bed and drop to my knees between her legs. My mouth is on her. I lick through her folds with a groan. She’s the best thing I've ever tasted. My hands grip her thighs and I spread her wider. Then I bury my face like a man starving.
“Griffin, oh fuck.”
My tongue finds her nub, and I circle it, flicking, and watching her body jump with my every rotation. She grabs my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin.
“So wet.” I groan against her as my dick pulsates with anticipation. “So fucking wet for me, Sunshine. Did you think about this? Think about my mouth between your legs?”
“Yes.” Her response is a moan.
“Good girl.”
I slide two fingers inside her and she cries out. I pump them slowly, curling to find that spot I always knew, while my tongue works her in tight circles. The pleasure's building in her fast, I can feel it in the way she's tensing around my fingers.
"Griffin, I'm going to—"
"Give it to me." I suckle harder, my fingers driving deeper. "Come on my face. Now."
She shatters.
Her thighs clamp around my head and her hands fisting in my hair. She moans as wave after wave crashes through her. I don't stop until she's shaking. When I pull back, she’s flushed with pink and I see the Jess from five years ago. She’s back and she’s mine again.
"I need to taste you," she breathes. "It's been so long—"
"Later." I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. "Right now I need to be inside you. I've waited five fucking years."
"Yes, please," she whimpers. "Griffin, please—"
I notch myself at her entrance and try to calm down. Then I push inside and it takes everything in me not to explode right there.
She gasps. I groan. The tight heat of her is overwhelming, gripping me so perfectly I can barely breathe. I hold still for a moment, my forehead dropping to hers, my arms shaking with the effort of not moving.
"Fuck, Jess." My voice comes out shattered. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."
"Move," she begs. "Please, I need—"
I pull back and slam home.
Jess cries out. Her nails rake down my back as I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her hard and deep as she begs for more.
The headboard slams against the wall. The bed creaks beneath us.
I don't care. All I care about is the feeling of her wrapped around me and the way she's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world.
"Mine," I growl, hitching her thigh higher and driving deeper. "Say it. Tell me this is mine."
"Yours," she gasps. "Always yours. Oh, right there—"
I'm hitting that spot inside her with every thrust now. I feel her walls fluttering. There’s another wave of release building in her and I’m ready to get her there.
"You're going to come again," I tell her. It’s not a question. "Going to come all over me like a good girl."
"Yes… Fuck, Griffin."
"That's it." I reach between us and rub her in tight circles. "Come for me. Come on me. Let me feel you."
Every muscle in my body clenches and I keep thrusting until finally, she explodes.
Her whole body convulses. She clamps down on me so hard I groan. She's crying out my name as pleasure wrecks her from the inside out. The feeling of her coming apart on my cock is almost too much.
"Fuck, Jess—" My rhythm stutters. "I'm gonna—"
"Come inside me," she gasps. "Fill me up—"
I bury myself with one final thrust and let go with a roar. I pulse inside her, the release ripping through me, and it sets off another wave of aftershocks in her that leave us both trembling.
I collapse on top of her, breathing hard.
We lay there for a long moment, tangled together, sweat-slicked and satisfied. I soften inside her but I don't pull out. Just press my face into her neck and breathe her in.
"That was..." I start.
"Yeah." She can't form words either. "Yeah."
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her hair's wrecked, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are soft in a way I haven't seen in years. She looks like the woman I fell in love with.
"Stay. And I'm not just meaning tonight. I mean, stay even when there’s not a hurricane trapping you here.."
"I'm not going anywhere." She pulls me down for a kiss, soft this time, tender.
I pull her against my chest and my hand strokes down her spine.
"Give me ten minutes," I murmur against her hair. "And I'm going again."
"Ten minutes?" She laughs. "Someone's optimistic."
"Five years, Sunshine." I roll her onto her back, already hardening against her thigh. "I've got a lot of making up to do."
“You do.” Her eyes flutter shut.
Before she drifts off, I can’t help myself. I whisper, "Marry me." The words slip out before I can stop them. The most natural thing in the world.
She opens her eyes and laughs. "Ask me again when you're not post-orgasm delirious."
"I mean it."
"I know you do." She kisses me softly. "Let’s not ruin this. Right now, this is the only place I want to be. But you broke me once and I’m not ready to find out if you’re going to do it again.” She swallows hard.
“If I get another chance to love you, I won’t fuck it up. I’ll wait.”
“I still don’t even understand what went wrong the first time.” She looks at me.
A million things cross my mind, but I don’t say any of them. Not now. We’re almost there, but not yet.
She gives me a soft smile. “Tell you what, why don’t you ask me again when we've figured out if we can do this without destroying each other."
"Deal." I pull her against my chest, my heart hammering. "I can be patient. But know I'm going to ask. And you're going to say yes."
I wake before she does.
I’ve never wished harder for a storm. But the sunlight's already streaming through the curtains, and she's sprawled across my chest. Her hair is a mess and her breathing is soft and even.
I watch her for a long moment. I still can't believe she's here.
I still can't believe I get to have this again.
Then I get an idea.
I slide down the bed slowly. Then I carefully settle between her thighs. She stirs but doesn't wake. Not yet. I press a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another. Then I lean in and lick a slow stripe through her folds.
"Wha—" She gasps, her hips jerking up before she's fully conscious.
"Morning." My voice is rough with sleep, my breath hot against her. "Wanted breakfast."
I lick another slow stripe through her folds, and she melts into the mattress.
"You're—ah—insatiable."
"Only for you." I seal my mouth over her and suck.
She sits up and I pull away.
“What’s wrong?”
Her mouth curls up on one side and her eyebrow raises. Then Jess reaches down and wraps her hand around my length. It’s hard, hot, and leaking at the tip. "Let me return the favor."
She pushes me onto my back and slides down my body. My manhood bobs in front of her face, and the way she's looking at it makes me throb.
"Jess—"
“No. You aren’t in charge.” She takes me in one long slide, relaxing her throat the way she knows I like.
Jess doesn’t stop until her nose presses against me.
I groan like she's killing me. Maybe she is.
I gasp and my hands fist in her hair. She starts to move.
Sucking and licking, hollowing her cheeks, using her hand on what she can't fit.
I lose myself in time and space. Everything around us goes white.
It's too good. She's too good. I'm not going to last.
"Sunshine, I'm close—"
I’m panting, desperate to slow things down. But she doubles down, sucking harder, and my hips buck up off the bed. I come with a shout, spilling down her throat, and she swallows every drop.