Griffin laughed, and the tension in the air dissipated. “So youdidinvite me over to have sex.”
My blush intensified, making my face uncomfortably hot. “Sex was never off the table. But yes, if you must know, I’d like to fuck you again.” I crossed my arms, leaning into the couch so that my hips stuck out at a sensuous angle. Part of my shirt lifted and exposed my skin, which drew Griffin’s eye.
Arousal flashed in his expression. “So let’s settle on this. Sex tonight. Still no strings attached. No love.”
“No strings attached, no love,” I repeated. “We can fuck until I figure out whatever the hell I feel about you.” Quickly, I added, “But whatever it is, it’s not love.”
Griffin nodded. “All right.”
He stood slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. They shone with a new intensity - the same kind I’d seen the first night we met.
The air prickled with electricity. I rose and flicked a finger towards myself, gesturing for him to follow.
“Come,” I murmured. “I’ll give you a tour of the apartment, starting with the bedroom.”
