His grin was blinding. He grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the bathroom. I barely had time to register the marble and glass before he was stripping off his t-shirt and joggers.
My gaze dragged over him, the sculpted muscle, the v-cut disappearing into his boxer briefs. He caught me staring and smirked.
“Taking notes, Princess?”
“Admiring the view.”
“Good.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband. “Because you’re next.”
Before I could respond, he was on me. His hands slid under the t-shirt, lifting it over my head. My bra followed, then my knickers, until I stood completely bare.
His pupils dilated, that competitive glint flaring. “Shower. Now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just swept me up and carried me into the glass enclosure.
Hot water cascaded over us as he pressed me against the cold tile. Steam rose around us and he mapped my body with urgent need.
“Three-time world champion,” I gasped as his mouth found my throat. “And you’re still this impatient?”
“With you?” His hands slid down my sides, cupping my breasts. “Always.”
His thumbs circled my nipples and I arched into him. He bent his head, capturing one peak in his mouth. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked hard enough to make my knees weak.
“Griffin—”
He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand slid between my thighs. His fingers teased, circling but not quite touching where I needed him.
“Please.”
“Not yet.” His mouth traveled lower, kissing down my stomach. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He dropped to his knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. The position opened me completely to him.
His breath ghosted over me, warm and teasing. Then his tongue swept through my folds and I gasped, one hand flying to his hair, the other bracing against the tile.
He worked me slowly, circling my clit without touching it directly, building the pressure until I trembled.
“Griffin, please?—”
“Not yet.” His finger slid inside with a maddeningly slow rhythm.
I whimpered, hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the release he kept just out of reach.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
When he finally sealed his lips over my clit and sucked, the sensation was almost too much.
The pressure built, coiling tighter with each stroke. My thighs trembled and his hands tightened, holding me steady. When he added a second finger, I came apart, crying out, my body shaking.
He kissed his way back up my body, grinning. “Ready for more?”
“Always.”
He lifted me, pressing me against the tile. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he positioned himself.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It won’t be.”
