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How can making out be so good? The pizza is eaten quickly as if every moment apart is wasted. I can’t wait to get my mouth back on his.

Now, leaning over him on the sofa, my knees on either side of his thighs, I kiss the fuck out of him. Grinding my hips to his, our hard dicks press through the fabric of our shorts as we rub over and over.

“Fuck, you are driving me crazy.” I pant as I pry away from him, my vision blurred as I try to focus. I can’t wait to feel him inside me again.

“Yeah? Good, I like that.” Corrie’s smirk only makes him more gorgeous.

“I want you, I want my mouth wrapped tight around the huge cock you’ve got digging into me.” My hands fumble with the knot of the cord on his sweat shorts. His hands grab mine and hold them still.

“No.” His wicked eyes bore into mine.

“What? What do you mean, no?” I pull my hands free and lean back to see if he’s serious, and he looks it. What the hell?

“Nope, we are doing this properly. I want to get to know you, I want you to know me. Y’know, to talk, not just fuck. If you felt the same as me last time, think how good it’s going be when we have waited and discovered more about each other.”

Corrie makes sense but I don’t know how to control the feelings inside me, I need to be honest with him.

“I’ve never had a relationship, if that is what we are working on here. I’ve spent the last twelve years racing motorcycles. The sex I had was just that, it was sex. I’ve never felt anything more about who I slept with, I just wanted to fuck. It just got easier to have, the more successful I became; I would get hit on as soon as I walked into a room.” Corrie frowns and I lean in to kiss him. “Then there was you. You turned my world upside down. For the first time ever, I felt something more than just fucking. I felt like I’d found what I’d been searching for, the way you owned me and took control. The way you looked at me as you eased yourself inside me, it was like I had found myself.” My voice trails off as I try to work out what he could possibly be thinking.

“Shit, Griff; how the hell am I going to keep my hands off you now?” He laughs as he shakes his head but his smile is huge, “Come with me.”

I move off Corrie’s thighs and stand up, giving him room to stand too. “Where are we going?” I take his hand when he offers it and follow him.

We climb the stairs and my stomach tightens with anticipation. Walking side by side, Corrie’s thumb turns tiny circles on the back of my hand, so casually, I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it.

“Where are we going? What are you up to, Corrigan?” Excitement colors my voice and it seems he heard it.

“Your room, if that’s okay?” His eyes flick to mine mischievously and the half smile is back.

“Well, that depends on what you plan to do to me there?” I wink and bite my lip.

“You’ll see.”

I want him so much but I need to know this is real and not a game to him, I need to know what went on with him and the guy, Manny, that called. I need to know him and, if I want that, he deserves to know about me and how I ended up here.

When we walk into his room, I see he has yet to make it his own: his suitcase is propped up on a chair, the lid is open and a neat pile of folded clothes is inside. I’m worried if it’s packing or unpacking that has it open. I see his eyes follow mine and widen.

“I’m not usually an untidy person, I normally clean up around me constantly. It drives Manny mad.”

“Who’s Manny? I heard your call earlier.” I make no apologies for my eavesdropping.

“He’s my manager.” Griff is hesitant to answer. I think he can guess my next question and is already steeling himself as his shoulders tense and his hand goes rigid in mine.

“So, is he speaking to teams for you? Do you plan to leave if a good offer comes up? If your old team wants you back?”

“I don’t know. If it means not trying this with you? Then, no. But if I can train and return next year and still be with you, then I would consider it.” Griff speaks quietly, I can tell he has been deliberating this while I was asleep. So, even before I laid my cards on the table, he had thought about being with me. I like that, I like the feeling that he wants me to be in every part of his life.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all you want to say?” Griff stares incredulously at me.

“Yep, I’m going to trust you, Griff. This is why we need to take our time. We have such different lives, we need to learn and understand them.” I lean in and kiss him.

The warm, evening breeze blows gently through the open door, sending tiny shivers through my body, or maybe it’s Griff’s kiss? I let him take control, for now, as he dips and delves inside my mouth, his tongue caressing my own. I grip his hips, loving how slender he is even though his body is ripped, his muscle definition is mind-blowing. The thought of tracing them with my tongue makes me growl and pull him closer against me. I think he must be having the same thoughts as his hands wrap around the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in the soft curls.

My hands travel from his hips to his ass and grasp hold of the tight muscles of his cheeks, gripping them firmly, loving the feel of him in my hands. Pulling away again, I smile lazily as the blackness of his irises dissipates.

“God, Griff, you are divine. We need to stop.” I hate myself, my body yearns for his like a drug.

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