“Yeah,” I managed. “You can move. Please. Please move, Griff.”
“As you wish, little rabbit.”
He did, slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His eyes never left mine, watching every expression that crossed my face. When I moaned, he smiled that predatory smile that had started this whole thing.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, picking up his pace. His thrusts were deeper now, the slap of his skin against mine echoed in the room. “Let me hear you.”
The pleasure built with each movement, each perfectly angled thrust. My nails raked down his back and he groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about the noise.
His hand wrapped around me, and I cried out, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Everything was too much and not enough. His weight, his heat, the fullness of him inside me, the pressure of his hand as he stroked my release from my body.
I clamped down around him, reflexively. I couldn’t control it.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back.
“Griff, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Let go,” he commanded. “Come for me, Taylor.”
His words, combined with another perfectly timed thrust, sent me over the edge. I shattered beneath him, his name a broken vow on my lips. He followed moments later, burying himself deep with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his soul. My body was utterly wrecked thanks to the thickness of him, and I was glad for it.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, bodies slicked with sweat. Finally, he carefully withdrew and collapsed beside me, immediately pulling me against his chest.
“Mhmm, and how are you, little rabbit?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Good. Just… so good,” I said. My breath came in rapid pants as I tried to catch my breath. My entire body felt like jelly, boneless and satisfied. Complete.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “Good. Give me a few minutes and we’ll get you cleaned up.”
I nodded against his chest, too content to move. My eyes drifted closed, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle stroke of his fingers through my hair.
This was better than any story I’d ever written.
Chapter 6
Griff
It was nearly impossible to concentrate when the only thing I could think about was Taylor and the time I had spent with him on Friday. The evening had been mind-blowing, amazing, everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. If I was the swooning type, I would have.
The need I had to keep him locked in my home for the rest of our lives was strong. Of course, that was insane. I couldn’t kidnap the man. Unless of course, he was into that sort of thing, then I supposed a little bit of primal play wouldn’t hurt.
Perhaps we’d book a cabin in the woods for a weekend where we could play predator and prey. I’d chase him through the forest and take him back to my secluded cabin.
I had a feeling if I told him all those things, it would spook him. Instead, I needed to play the long game.
We had exchanged numbers. Even though I was incredibly tempted to set up a repeat for Saturday night, maybe even Sunday, I didn’t. The entire weekend was an exercise in patience. Taylor needed the utmost level of care, like a wounded animal I was approaching in a forest.
I texted him good morning on Sunday. We chit-chatted but didn’t go any farther than that. He had said he needed to get some work done, and I could respect the creative process that he needed to produce his masterpieces. Selfishly, I wanted a copy of whatever he was working on—maybe even some hands-on time with him to act out whatever scene it was he was working through.
On Monday morning, I watched as he filled the mail cart and then made his way to the elevator. Once he was out of sight, I had no choice but to focus on my work. He and his cute little ass weren’t there to distract me, and I was out of excuses. Thankfully, Sawyer came in, and we discussed our week ahead. We must have been speaking for quite a while, because before I knew it, Taylor was coming back, his mail cart mostly full. He had an envelope tucked under his arm.
His gaze sought mine, and my body heated. I zeroed in on him, narrowing my eyes at the blush that swept over his cheeks.
I followed his movements as he walked from the elevator to my office. Sawyer must have sensed something, because he stopped what he was doing and followed my gaze.
“Did something finally happen between the two of you?” he asked.
“Hush,” I said. “He’s coming in here. Do not embarrass him.”
