“Oh, wow,” I exclaimed.
“You gave me that idea,” he said. “You need to relax.”
Then I felt his lips on my neck. “I’ve missed you. I’ve wanted to explore you for days.”
I loved the sensations I felt when he spoke against my skin. Hot air blasted against my neck with every word.
Then he straightened up, coming level with my mouth, pressing his lips to mine.
And I was lost to him.
CHAPTER 22
GRIFFIN
I’d neededthis woman all week. I lifted her into my arms, holding her knees over my elbows. She kept kissing me as she placed her hands on my shoulder blades. I didn’t have enough patience to take her up the stairs to the master bedroom, so I carried her to the guest bedroom instead. We didn’t even make it to the bed. I plastered her against the wall, deepening the kiss, taking everything I needed while giving her everything she craved too.
At the back of my mind, I realized this evening was probably a bit emotional for her. I took my mouth off hers. Her eyes were closed, and she was humming.
“Phoebe. Tonight you can just sleep here. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Even as I said the words, I knew it would be fucking hard for me to stay away knowing she was under the same roof. But I’d get myself under control if that was what she needed.
She opened her eyes with a start. “No, no, no. I want you so damn much.” She licked her lips and then brought her mouth to my ear. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled back, staring at her. She was blushing. Fuck yes, shewas trying to talk dirty to me, and I fucking loved it. I looked her up and down, calculating the fastest way to get her naked.
I loved that she was wearing a dress. I bunched it at her waist and then yanked it over her head, or at least attempted to.
It got stuck just as she said, “The zipper!”
“Fuck,” I exclaimed.
I found the zipper at her back and quickly lowered it. Then I finally got rid of the dress. She was wearing a matching bra and panties.
“You look so fucking sexy in this.”
She smiled shyly. “I know. It’s new. I bought it especially for tonight.”
I licked my lips. “For me?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I liked her mix of sassy and shy—I never knew what to expect.
I traced the edge of her white lace bra, her nipples peaking beneath the cups as I kept brushing the upper part of her breasts. Continuing my ministrations with one hand, I lowered the other one to her panties, slowly teasing her. I wanted her soaking wet.
While kissing her, I moved my hand to her backside, cupping each buttock in turn. There was a strip of lace covering her crack. I ran my fingers up and down the right cheek until I felt her skin turn to goose bumps. She moaned against my mouth, and I slowly brought my hand to her navel, feathering my fingers in slow circles down to the edge of her panties. Then I pushed them inside the fabric and lost my mind when they slipped on her skin.
“Fuck. Why are you so damn wet already?”
She whimpered in response. This woman was making me lose control even faster than I’d thought possible.
I circled her clit before sliding a finger inside her. She was wet enough that I could add a second one without an issue. I pressed the heel of my hand on her pelvis and clit, feeling everymuscle in her body change from being tense to completely relaxed. Her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“Phoebe,” I groaned.
Then I yanked her panties down. Or at least that’s what I attempted to do. I felt them rip apart, so I dropped them to the floor. Phoebe didn’t even realize it.
