Page 105 of Dream Chaser
He doesn’t answer. Or maybe he does. But all I hear is the sound of him sheathing himself and pushing inside me in one slow, relentless thrust, and at this moment, I don’t care if the entire village wakes up. The world narrows to the heat of him, the sharp, aching fullness, the way he moves. My fingers tear at his T-shirt, nails digging into the hard muscles of his back, and he groans into my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
The desk rattles. Somewhere behind us, a crash to the floor, but neither of us flinches. My thighs tremble around his hips, every thrust winding me tighter and tighter. Griffon’s rhythm is unyielding, animalistic, but every now and then, he pauses just to kiss me, slow and deep, before going right back to wrecking me.
His hand finds its way between us again, and this time, when he circles my clit, my body arches off the desk like I’ve been electrocuted. I hear myself swear, hear him laugh a little, and then his free hand captures my chin, tilting my mouth to his, swallowing every noise I make.
“Say it,” he demands, forehead pressed to mine, sweat slicking his hair to his skin.
“Griffon,” I choke out, voice shattered.
“Again.”
“Griffon,” I gasp, and that is all it takes—my whole body goes rigid, the white-hot wave of my release crashing through me so hard I think I might black out.
He follows a heartbeat later, shuddering against me, fingers bruising my hips as he holds me in place, groaning my name with reverence.
We collapse in a heap, still tangled, and sticky, and shaking, breathless. I feel his lips at my temple, soft and almost apologetic, and for a long moment, we just stay like that.
I’ve never been held like Griffon Skinner holds me. That’s one thing I never dared to dream.
I watch him drive away, his taillights disappearing into the darkness, and my heart aches. It literally hurts like it never has before—ever. He said he was going to try to stay away for a month, but he wasn’t sure he could make it a week. He told me I better get my ass on the pill because he wanted to feel me bare. I may have mentioned, after hearing him spout off the actual name of body lice medication, that may never happen.
I’m only halfway up the stairs when I really wanna sit down and rest. Seriously, I hike; I’ve climbed a mountain to tick a box, and I never need to rest. But thirty minutes with him and … yeah, I’m exhausted.
At the top of the stairs, I go into stealth mode and quietly open the door and step in. Before I even close the door behind me, I hear snickering.
“No, absolutely not. You are figments of my imagination. No, scratch that—you are freaking nightmares,” I say as I lift my chin, square my shoulders, and walk toward the stairs to my third-floor bedroom. “When I wake up, not one freaking word.”
I make it to all the way to the door of my bedroom before the squealing and sound of feet padding up the stairs begins.
I dive into bed and cover myself. Yes, I, Izzy Ross, frickin’ hide.
I don’t even get one second of peace. Not one.
Lexi bursts into the room first, practically vibrating. “Ha! Iknewit! I knew it in Philly when I saw you staring at him like he was a five-course meal with a dessert menu full of orgasms!”
“Bitch, no!” Mags yells, storming in right behind her. “I knew it way before that. I saw the way he looked at her that night we snuck into the practice facility. Dude was like,who’s that girl with the clipboard?And then I realized it was her frickin’ Notes app and not a clipboard, and I still knew!”
“Oh my God,” I groan from under the covers. “I’m actually dead. This is the afterlife. That explains the angels of humiliation mocking me from above.”
Mags pulls the comforter back. “You’re glowing. You have post-dick glow. Don’t even lie.”
“Lexi,” I moan. “Please rein her in.”
“Oh no,” Lexi says gleefully, climbing onto the bed like a bloodhound on a scent. “You don’t get to deflect this one. You snuck out. You sneaky, beautiful, slutty little flower. Youbloomedtonight, didn’t you?”
“I hate both of you,” I mumble.
“You love us,” Mags says, practically bouncing. “Your ass is hot off the press, youjustcame back from a night of illegal pressroom fornication with Griffon frickin’ Skinner, and you thought you could sneak back in here without us noticing? Did you think you were subtle?”
“I was stealthy,” I mutter.
“You’re walking like you just dismounted a mechanical bull and his name wasSatisfaction,” Lexi snorts.
“Okay!” I throw my hands in the air. “You wanna know everything? Fine. He showed up, said all the right things, made me melt into a puddle of absolute ‘yes daddy,’ and then we defiled the most sacred institution in Blue Valley—the press desk.Are you happy now?”
Lexi blinks. “A little turned on, not gonna lie.”
“I am so telling a,” Mags taunts.
