As a family.
I search his face for some sign of deceit, but all I see is raw honesty. I’ve done my best to keep him at arm’s length, but he’s making it impossible. What would it be like to just… give in? To finally stop resisting the pull and leave our history in the past, where it belongs? He didn’t intentionally hurt me back then, and if we hadn’t been two stubborn idiots, we might still be together now.
He fingers a strand of my hair near my temple, and his eyes catch the light again.
No one’s ever looked at me the way Griffin does. It’s heady and intoxicating.
But I want more than just his eyes on me.
“Kiss me,” I murmur.
That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides into my hair, cradling the back of my head as his mouth slants over mine. It’s soft at first, gentle and reverent in a way I haven’t felt in a long time—maybe ever. I sigh against his lips, and he responds with the slow glide of his tongue along the seam.
I open for him as his hands roam all over my body. I let my hands wander, too, to the long strands of wavy hair cascading just past his shoulders, and I move farther still, to the taut muscles in his back and his soft, round ass.
It’s a slow build as we let ourselves get lost in the moment—in each other.
He lowers me onto my back and crawls over me, lining his hips up against my center. My breath hitches as his hard length presses into me. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
He chuckles against my mouth. “Is my wife feeling needy?”
“Yes,” I respond breathily.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Touch me.”
Chapter 21
My Wife Is Going To Ruin Me
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Griffin
She pulls me closer,lowering her face to my neck, peppering me with soft kisses and teasing licks. I let her take control, holding me at her mercy.
Fuck.
This feels too good. It would be wrong to give into this when, not five minutes ago, she was worrying about Tyler and the baby.
Is this even about me? Or is this just rebound sex?
I groan as she lowers her hand between us, squeezing my rapidly hardening dick.
“Angel, wait.”
She pulls away, not meeting my gaze. I can’t allow that.
I cradle her face in my palm, forcing her to look at me. “Hey. Don’t do that.” My gaze softens, and I gentle my tone. “I want you. So fucking badly. This thing between us… it wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. It was fate. But I need toknow that this is real. You have to choose this because you want me. Wantus. You need to be one hundred percent certain ‘cause once we start, I won’t stop.”
Her response is immediate and resolute. “I want you.”
Whatever doubts I had evaporate with those three words falling from her lips. I take her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her hand creeps down my chest, palming me through my jeans. I rock into her and let her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
Angie’s phone rings, interrupting our moment, but I have no intention of letting it derail me this time.
“Who is it?” I ask gruffly.
