Page 23 of Tan Lines & Trouble
Just as we find a spot to call ours, the track changes, and a song with a deep, sexy bass line pumps through the speakers. Griffin doesn't waste any time, immediately pulling me to him and sliding his thigh between mine.
We move together like we've been doing it forever. Our bodies are in perfect harmony, dipping, shimmying, swaying and grinding. My entire being feels overheated, and when Griffin rolls his hips, pressing his sizable erection into me, I nearly moan.
"You feel so good," he murmurs before grabbing my shoulders and spinning me so that my back is pressed to his chest. His right hand finds purchase on my hip while his left clamps down around my exposed thigh. "Like fucking heaven."
His voice is a growl and it leaves my panties a little damp. If I didn't think hooking up with him would result in further heartbreak for me, I'd be on his dick in an instant.
But men like Griffin are dangerous. They're the kind of men who break heartsandheadboards. And I sure as hell don't need any more heartbreak in my life.
"You're not too bad either," I say, pleased at how steady my voice sounds. Dancing with Griffin is better foreplay than anything Blake and I ever did.
"Baby doll, I'm a hell-of-a lot better thannot too bad.I'm fucking amazing." He drags his hand up my thigh and beneath the hem of my dress, allowing his fingers to brush along my panties. "I'd be the best you ever had."
I don't bother with a comeback, because I know he has the goods and the moves to match the big dick energy he throws around like confetti. More than likely, he’d ruin me for anyone who came after.
But even knowing all of that, I can't help but wonder if maybe some mindless O's that leave me feeling like a spineless jellyfish is exactly what I need? The problem is I know that with Griffin, I wouldn't be able to leave my heart out of the equation.
Somehow, he’s managed to tap a line into my libido and my feels...the sexy motherfucker.
Before I can do something stupid, like shove his fingers beneath the my excruciatingly damp panties, I spin out of his embrace. "I need another drink!"
Griffin smirks, like he knows exactly what I'm doing—fleeing.
He follows closely behind, refusing to give me the space I so desperately need. I step up to the bar, hoping he'll slide into the empty spot next to me, but nope.
He crowds me from behind, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.
"Don't do this," he murmurs right as the bartender approaches.
"What'll it be?"
"Two more shots of tequila please good sir!"
The bartender nods as he grabs two shot glasses, filling them both.
"Do what?"
"Don't run from me, Blue."
I roll my eyes and lie through my teeth. "I'm not."
Griffin interlaces his fingers over my pelvis and pulls me completely flush against him. "You are. I make you feel things you don't want to feel."
Two shot glasses materialize in front of me and I down them in rapid succession. "Cocky, much?"
"What did I tell you? It’s not cocky if it's true, baby doll."
I scoff and in one fluid movement, Griffin somehow manages to spin me around, step into me, and hike my right leg up over his hip. The feel of his fingers digging roughly into my thigh nearly has me panting with need.
"So, you're telling me you're not wet right now?”
"What?" I ask, dumbfounded. Sure, we've been dancing around our mutual attraction, but this isn't a dance, it's a full-blown Broadway number and I don't know my lines.
He leans into me further, pressing his lips to crook of my neck before kissing his way up my ear. "You mean to tell me that your pretty little pussy's not dripping for me?" His filthy words are delivered in such a soft whisper I almost wonder if he really spoke them aloud.
Maybe this is all a fever dream after drinking on the beach all day, because that's the only plausible explanation I can think of when I part my lips and say, "Why don't you find out."
The only warning I get is a wicked grin. His lips claim mine in tandem with his index finger sliding beneath the elastic of my panties. I open for him instantly, my body and mind lost to the dual sensation of his seeking tongue and skilled finger.
