I needed Griffin.
With a boldness I didn’t know I possessed, I pull another piece of bun off and slowly stick it on my tongue before pulling it into my mouth with a low moan. I slip my finger between my lips and lick the icing from it with a wicked glint.
“Sweetheart.” His voice holds a warning I have no interest in heeding.
This man makes me want to do things I’ve hardly even dreamed about.
With a growl, Griff pushes back from his chair, grabs my empty bowl of chilli and stalks toward the kitchen. Shame and embarrassment wash through me. Maybe I read the situation wrong.
Verywrong. After all, I don’t know the first thing about men or how to behave around them. Obviously, I’d come on too strong.
Hot tears prick at my eyes and that only makes me mad. Why do I even care? I don’t know this man. He’s helping me out of a bad situation. That doesn’t mean I need to throw myself at him. I’m so stupid.
I swipe at my tears and discard the rest of the cinnamon bun onto the plate, my appetite gone.
In the morning I’ll go to town and forget all about him.
Why does that thought make me so sad?
“Sweetheart?” Griffin kneels in front of me and grabs my hands in his. His massive fingers close over mine, making mefeel impossibly tiny in his grip. “Look at me.” He squeezes gently until I look him in the eye.
“I need you to understand that when I look at you, the urge to throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the bedroom, toss you onto the bed where I will strip you naked and kiss every part of you until you are quivering and screaming out my name, is so strong that it’s taking every single ounce of self control to behave myself. So when you tease me that way, it makes it so I can’t even think straight let alone control myself in your presence.”
I swallow hard as the picture he’s just painted in my mind takes shape.
“Do you understand?”
I nod, but I’m not completely sure I do. I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth and drop my gaze.
“What is is, sweetheart?” His thumb strokes circles on the top of my hand.
His genuine concern give me the courage I need to say. “Why don’t you?”
“Why don’t I what?”
This is the moment. I could look away and pretend I hadn’t said anything. Just go back to eating the cinnamon bun and ignoring the growing feelings of need and want inside me. Or I could take a chance and finally do something I wanted to for once.
And oh my, did I ever want to do this.
“Why don’t you throw me over your shoulder, carry me into the bedroom so you can strip me naked and kiss every bit of me until I scream out your name?”
His eyes are black pools of desire, his nostrils flare and I’m pretty sure I hear a growl slip from his throat. But I don’t have a moment to think about it because the next thing I know, I’m hanging upside down over his broad, muscled shoulder. He hasone massive hand spread over my ass holding me still—as if I was going to go anywhere!
Moisture pools between my legs at the promise of what’s about to happen. Unable to control myself, I squirm against his shoulder desperate to relive the friction between my legs.
“Needy little girl, aren’t you?” His large hand comes down in a gentle slap on my panty clad ass cheeks. I yelp but his swat only has the effect of making me even wetter.
“Griff..I…”
My words are lost when he easily flips me back so I land with a soft plop on the mattress.
Griff looks as if he’s still working hard to control himself but I can see the huge bulge in his pants that proves his control only goes so far. My eyes wide, I swallow hard at the size of the bulge. I’ve never seen a naked man before, let alone a man the size of Griff. I don’t know what to expect, but I know it’s going to be impressive.
“You want this, sweetheart?”
My tongue slips from my mouth and wets my bottom lip as I nod. Finally, I force myself to look away from his crotch and up to his waiting hot, hungry gaze. “So much,” I say. “I want all of it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
