Page 2 of Her Honorable Hero

A delicate brush of her tongue across his nipple and he was done. His lids lowered and all thought was focused on the most beautiful woman in the world. She was. He’d thought so the moment he’d seen her on the train, and nothing had ever changed his mind.

Griff easily lifted her up and away from him.

“No,” she quietly wailed. “I liked that.”

“Then you’ll really like this,” he promised.

He gave a feral smile when her legs trembled as he stood her up beside the bed. “Easy,” he said.

She slammed her hands on his shoulders, her short pink nails digging into his dress shirt. Griff enjoyed the little sting. He enjoyed it so much, he reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head down for a mind-numbing kiss. He didn’t stop until she was plastered against his chest and his ears were ringing with her gasps.

Griff pulled one hand off his shoulder and tugged the long sleeve of her blue dress down her supple arm, then he repeated the process on the other side.

Fuck. She was wearing a bustier. His bustier. The one he’d picked out for her. How had he not noticed?

He reached around to start taking it off.

“It’ll take too long, and it takes forever to get it back on. We need to leave it on,” she whispered against his ear.

“Jesus, Miranda. Are you trying to kill me? If I get any more turned on, I’ll end up with zipper burn on my dick.”

His woman bit his earlobe as she giggled. “We don’t want to damage the equipment. I’m in great need of your dick.”

Griff chuckled as he moved his hands and slid her dress over her hips, pulling the thin wisp of lace along with it. Miranda took a dainty step out of her clothes and tried to bend down to pick them up.

“Leave it.”

“It’ll wrinkle,” she protested.

“It won’t be on the floor long enough to wrinkle,” he promised.

“Eyes on me,” she commanded. She meant that she wanted him to look her in the eye. She’d been saying that since the baby. Silly woman was still feeling insecure about her curves.

“My eyes are on you,” Griff said as he leaned forward and kissed her stomach. His fingers trailed lightly along her pelvis. She shivered. She’d always been sensitive there, and he wasn’t going to stop touching his favorite places, especially when, in his eyes, they were even more beautiful.

He trailed kisses lower, then twisted them around so that she was the one sitting on the bed and he was on his knees in front of her. He looked up her body, relishing the look of her black hair spread out on the white sheets and her breasts heaving inside her black bustier. She was a goddess.

“Griffin?”

“Right here, Babe.”

He parted her legs slowly, looking his fill. Damn right, men were visual creatures, and wasn’t he blessed with something this gorgeous to look at?

“Griffin, stop playing.” Miranda was getting pissy. Just another thing that turned him on. Ms. High Powered Executive got his motor running every damn time. Well, two could play at this game.

He looked at her over her breasts hidden under the bustier, and raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s the way you want to play it?” He stroked one broad finger down the delicate flesh that was driving him insane.

She whimpered. Then cleared her throat. “I said stop playing.” There was still a bite to her words.

He grinned. Obviously he needed to try harder. He raked his teeth along the top of her right thigh.

This time she moaned. “Oh yeah.”

Gone was the Ms. Project Manager. He licked her in a way he knew would drive her crazy.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

He heard her ‘yes’ hiss out.