Chapter 5
Lucy
My panties were wet again, but not because of the weather. I was hot for the mountain man with only one name... so hot I was sure I could smell my own desire, thick and heady in the air like steam rising from skin.
I rubbed my pussy through the soft cotton between my thighs, feeling the slick heat building there, then circled my clit with two fingers. The ache for release was a pulsing need. But I couldn’t come on his bed like this... not without him in it.
But God, I needed some relief. This was torture.
The generator hummed back to life fifteen minutes later, and I breathed out a shaky sigh... part relief, part frustration...but Griffin didn’t return.
I waited, still tingling from our encounter, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I found him in the living room, crouched in front of the fireplace, stoking the flames. His hair was still dusted with snow, his profile lit by the golden glow. Solid. Silent. Hotter than the flames of the fire.
"You promised you'd come back," I said softly.
He didn’t turn around. "Needed to think."
"And what did you think about?" I moved closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body... not just from the fire.
"That this is a bad idea,” he muttered.
"Why?" I asked.
He finally faced me, his eyes dark and intense. “Because I don’t do casual, Lucy. And you’re leaving as soon as the storm clears.”
"Who said anything about casual?" I stepped into his space. “Maybe I like it here. Maybe I like you.”
He stood up. “You don’t know me."
"I know enough." I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under my palm. "I know you’re kind, even though you pretend not to be. I know you're smart and capable and sexy as hell. You cook... and any man who can cook is worth hanging around for."
That actually made him laugh.
I kept going. “And I know you kiss like you’re starving for it.”
His hands flexed at his sides. "Lucy..."
"And I know I want more." I rose on my tiptoes. He stooped just enough for me to brush my lips against his jaw. “Much more.”
He caught my hips, but didn’t push me away.
“I’m not good at this.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I nipped at his ear. “Want me to stop?”
His answer was to lift me off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist like we’d done this a hundred times. He carried me back to the bedroom.
He laid me down with surprising gentleness, then stood back and looked at me like he was memorizing every detail.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
I reached for the buttons of the flannel shirt I was still wearing... his shirt. “Help me with these?”
His large hands covered mine, undoing each button slowly. When the shirt fell open, his breath caught.
“Christ, Lucy. So... fucking... beautiful. Holy fucking Christ.”
Every word hit me low in my belly. Not just heat, but truth. There was an honesty in his voice I knew I could believe in. Something real.
"Your turn," I said, tugging at his T-shirt until he pulled it off.
And sweet mother of mountains...
That chest. That body. That man.
"Come here,” I said.
He covered me with his body, skin to skin, and I gasped at the feel of it...hard, hot, and all-consuming. His beard scratched deliciously against my throat as he kissed his way down my neck.
"Tell me what you want," he growled.
"You." I arched up as his hand found my breast. "All of you. Everywhere. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
His touch was a perfect blend of gentle and demanding, each caress making my back arch, my body ache. When his hand slid down my stomach, I gasped his name.
"Say it again," he commanded .
"Griffin," I breathed, nails raking down his back. "Please."
He cursed under his breath, the tension vibrating off his body.
“You’re sure?”
“Very.” I reached between us, palming him through his jeans. He was thick and hot, and my mouth watered just thinking about what was underneath. “I want this. I want you .”
His mouth was on mine again, urgent and devouring, as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. The weight of him, the scent of him, the sheer size of him pressing me into the mattress... it all made me dizzy with want.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he growled against my lips, his voice wrecked and deep. “You feel like fire under me.”
He shifted lower, lips trailing down my chest, tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. I arched with a moan, threading my fingers into his hair. He groaned like he was starving, his beard scraping across my skin in the most delicious way.
“I need to taste every inch of you,” he said, almost reverently.
When he reached my thighs, he paused, spreading my legs with those big hands like he was opening a gift. His eyes darkened as he took me in...completely bare, soaked and swollen.
“Jesus Christ.” His breath hitched. “You’re dripping. For me.”
He leaned down, nuzzling the inside of my thigh, then pressing a kiss right above my clit.
"Griffin," I whispered, already breathless.
His tongue met me in one long, slow lick that made my hips jerk. He chuckled against my pussy, then did it again, rougher this time. When he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, I cried out, grabbing the back of his head, shameless in my need.
He moaned into me like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice thick. “Ride my face, baby. Give me every fucking drop.”
I did. Grinding against his tongue, clutching the headboard, coming hard with a strangled scream as he licked me through it, groaning like he was the one getting off.
He stood, unbuttoned his jeans, and peeled them down along with his boxers.
Oh. My. God.
He was as big as a bull. My breath caught, and for a split second, I genuinely wondered if he might split me in two.
Then I thought... what a way to go.
He crawled back up my body, face flushed, mouth still slick with me.
“You taste like a fucking dream,” he said. “And I’m not done.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in close so I could feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressing against me.
"Need you inside me,” I gasped. “Now."
But instead of lining up, he grabbed my ankles, lifted my feet, and looked at them like they were holy.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.
He smirked...actually smirked...and kissed the arch of one foot, slow and sensual. “You have no idea how much this does it for me.”
My breath caught.
“Oh, really?” I flexed my toes against his face. “Should I have painted my nails?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, licking a path up the side of my foot before sucking two of my toes into his mouth.
“Holy fuck ,” I moaned. The sight of this giant, gruff man worshipping my feet like it was the hottest thing in the world short-circuited my brain.
His mouth was filthy and reverent at once, kissing every inch before tossing my legs over his shoulders.
“Now,” he said, his voice low. “Now I fuck you.”
He didn’t ease in. He thrust, hard and deep, burying himself in one perfect stroke that made us both groan in relief.
“Shit...you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, rocking into me with brutal rhythm.
I clung to him, meeting each thrust with my own, crying out every time he hit that perfect spot.
“Harder,” I begged.
He gave it to me...driving into me like a man unhinged. His hand came down to grip my throat lightly, tilting my chin so I had to look him in the eye.
“You wanted this?” he growled. “This what you needed, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes... God, yes!”
“Good.” He slapped my thigh. “Then take it.”
He flipped me onto my stomach without warning, dragging my hips up, plunging into me from behind. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with both of our moans.
“You’re mine tonight,” he panted. “Every part of you.”
“Yours,” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Take all of me.”
He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, and I broke, trembling under him as I came hard again, screaming into the mattress.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re perfect. You’re... shit... gonna make me...”
He pulled out fast and stroked himself, coming in hot streaks across my ass and lower back, his body shaking with it.
After a moment, he collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, both of us gasping, sticky, and completely wrecked.
I expected him to roll away or go silent.
Instead, he kissed my temple.
“I don’t know what this is,” he said quietly. “But I haven’t felt anything this real in a long, long time.”
I looked up at him, my heart doing something dangerous in my chest. “Me neither.”
Afterward, he pulled me against his chest, his heartbeat strong under my ear. I traced patterns on his skin, neither of us speaking for a long moment.
"Stay," he whispered into my hair, so quietly I almost missed it.
I propped myself up to look at him. "What?"
But his eyes were closed, his breathing evening out, and I wondered if he even knew he'd said it. I settled back against him, letting his warmth and the sound of the storm outside lull me to sleep.
The last thought I had before drifting off was that I might be in serious trouble. Because one night with Griffin definitely wasn't going to be enough.