Leaning forward, I sweep my hands up his thighs. His skin is damp and cold, his powerful muscles are taut, and his short, dark hair is coarse against my palms. I dip my head and kiss the first hard ridge of his abdomen. His midriff tenses. My breasts sway under me as I move, brushing his growing erection. He groans, the sound hoarse with need, and then curls his hand around the back of my neck. His fingers are like ice.
I slide down, kissing the next ridge and tracing the hills and hollows of his torso with my tongue. My lips never leave his skin, and my breath swirls between us as I lick the indent next to his hip. Humming softly at how good he tastes—like cold, fresh water and crisp mountain air—I brush a slow, hot kiss all the way to his hard length and then take him into my mouth.
Griffin’s head thumps the wall behind him. His hand tightens on my nape.
I suck with my mouth and stroke with my hand. I want to warm him up. I want him to forget his fear.
Griffin gathers my hair into his fist, holding it back. He says my name, his voice rasping and rough. “You’re so Gods damn beautiful. My amazing wife.”
My heart swells with love. I need more of him. Always and urgently. Irrevocably. I sink down on him, taking him deep into my mouth.
His hips flex, his body naturally meeting my rhythm. His breathing shortens to harsh pants. When I sense his muscles tightening, I look up, licking my lips. He groans, his eyes like molten silver. From the hot, intense look on his face, I think he’s going to drag me up to straddle him, get inside me, and then help me to ride him fast and hard.
Instead, he carefully turns me and then lays me on my back. He takes his time, his hands gentle but his expression everything that’s predatory and fierce. His heated look roams over me from my head to my toes—every curve, every dip, every naked inch.
Anticipation mounts in the wake of his scorching gaze. He’s the wolf here, and I’m definitely ready for him to pounce. Gods, I even hope he bites.
“I’m going to savor you. My mouth is watering. There’s not a single part of you that I won’t taste.”
True to his words, Griffin lifts my right calf and starts at my foot, trailing his mouth over my toes, the arch, and then kissing the inside of my ankle. I shiver. Who knew that feet could be so sensitive?
Little bolts of pleasure race up my leg, and I catch my lower lip between my teeth, moving my hips to try to relieve some of the pressure gathering in my core. His hands, his tongue, his lips… They’re everywhere. The back of my knee, my inner thigh, the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist. He’s tender. Focused. Thorough. Slowly devouring me.
By the time Griffin centers his mouth over my throbbing sex, the tension in my body is already explosive. Gripping his hair, I whisper his name, my exhale shaky with desire. I need him to press down on me. I want him to drive me over the edge.
He softly blows, and I stop breathing.
“What you feel right now?” He moves back down and then starts all over again with the other leg. “It’s what I feel every time I look at you.”
I gasp when he flicks his tongue along my instep. “Then I don’t know how you can function.”
He chuckles, the sound thick with passion. He takes almost more time than I can stand to move back up my body, but it’s the sweetest kind of torture. Unrelenting, he drowns me in sensation.
When Griffin finally reaches the top of my legs again, I’m desperate for release. His hands splay over my hips, holding me steady, and his hot kisses are everywhere except for where I want them the most. I clutch his head, trying to center him. His eyes flick up, meeting mine. I tilt my hips in offering, and he finally gives me what I crave. A long, sinuous lick. A good hard suck.
I buck, and his hands tighten on my hips. The throbbing pulse between my legs beats hard, and I cry out. He gives me more of what I need until my head kicks back, my spine arches, and I climax on a ragged breath.
I feel Griffin’s husky groan clear to the center of me. It’s like a coil of heat deep in my core. He waits me out, watching my body settle and my breathing slow. Then he says, “Again.”
His mouth lands on me for another blistering sweep of his tongue.
I gasp, arching away. “I can’t.”
“Again,” he rasps out, merciless.
I settle beneath him once more and tangle my hands in his hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him away. Panting, I dig my heels into the straw, my legs going rigid with mounting tension. My head thrashes, and my pelvis comes up, riding his mouth. I shudder, already close to shattering again.
Griffin slides his hands up my body and then palms my breasts, squeezing. He finds my nipples and gives them a light pinch, but it’s the sharp tug that pulls me over the edge. The explosion starts beneath his mouth and then streaks outward in perfect, pounding waves.
He coaxes every last ripple from my release. I moan, long and deep, and then go limp, my eyes half closed. I eventually remember to breathe.
Griffin moves up my body, stopping to nuzzle, kiss, and lick. Heat ignites inside me again, and I start to shift restlessly against him. I didn’t think it was possible, but I still feel edgy with need. I wantGriffin. Not just the climax he can bring.
Wrapping my legs around him, I meet his gaze. “I need you.”
He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away. I grip his shoulders and frantically kiss him back.
Griffin lifts his head. “No. Slow.”
