Do I want to do this?
Yes.
In this moment, I’m going to be selfish. I’m going to allow myself to find bliss in Griffin’s body and enjoy myself.
Griffin’s voice deepens with lust. “You had a glimpse of the other side of the fence. The grass isn’t greener over there. You’re meant to be here. Right here. With me. Where you belong.”
My mind blanks.
I’ve never been with someone who wanted me on such a primal level, who wanted to keep me because they knew me. Griffin may not know about all the skeletons in my closet, but he and Knox have seen more than most.
Griffin doesn’t wait for my response. He bends and locks his lips with mine, groaning as he tastes me. The push and pull of our kiss is filled with all the pent-up emotions we’ve been dancing around since we met.
My hands eagerly find the hem of his shirt and tug upward. Griffin steps back for a brief moment to pull the material over his head. My eyes snag on the black ink on his ribs that I saw the other day. The script reads, “over my dead body.”
My brows scrunch. “That’s a bit dramatic.”
Griffin glances down at the quote, then smirks at me. “I would argue that it’s not dramatic enough.”
My only response is to give him a questioning look.
“It’s a reminder that I won’t let someone take anything from Knox and me without a fight. Knox is the one with the short fuse, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do what’s necessary.”
I tilt my head. “What are you afraid someone will take?”
“You.”
Griffin doesn’t give me a moment to process his confession. He pushes my body against the wall with his as our mouths meet again, and our tongues aggressively slide against each other’s.
Needing to feel every muscle, my hands roam up his abs and over his arms. He’s so firm and solid. I’m sure I could bounce a quarter off his pecs.
He grabs the side of my neck and uses his thumb to tilt my head back further, deepening the kiss. His other hand grips my hip as he grinds his steel length into my stomach.
A moan echoes through me when I roll my hips, dragging my core against him.
Griffin removes my tank top, and with one hand, swiftly finds the clasp of my bra. The straps loosen, and I break our kiss, looking him in the eyes as I let the material fall from my chest. My nipples grow taut under his gaze.
His eyes darken, and his fingers lightly pinch each stiff peak. My hands grip his biceps as that small pinch sends a jolt of need to my pussy.
His hands shift, cupping my breasts as his thumbs swipe back and forth over the tips. He dips, placing his mouth on my neck and takes his time kissing his way up to my ear.
“Tell me another secret, Sunshine. Tell me something else you’ve never told anyone.”
I freeze, and he feels my hesitation.
Griffin slides his hand down my stomach, leaving goosebumps behind, and undoes the button and zipper of my denim shorts. He reaches in and cups my center. My hips move of their accord, pushing my wetness further into his hand.
“Tell me and I’ll make you come like a good girl.”
Holy shit.
My pussy drips with arousal, soaking Griffin’s hand. His proud smirk sends a flutter to my center.
“You’re soaking my hand, Sunshine. Tell me a secret, and I’ll make the ache in your cunt go away.”
It’s hard to think with one hand in my pants and one on my boob. He’s driving me crazy.
“I’ve never had an orgasm during sex.”
