Page 38 of Instant Heat
"Wakey wakey, sleepy head."
I groaned and snuggled deeper into Griffin's chest. His deep chuckle vibrated through my body and filled the room.
"You have to get up,acushla;we need to leave soon."
Tilting my head back, I cracked one eye open and peeked up at him. I didn't think I'd ever get tired of looking at his ruggedly handsome face first thing in the morning. His eyes were soft. His mouth relaxed. And the scruff covering his face a few shades darker.
Mmm, I bet the scrape of those whiskers would feel amazing against my skin. Especially when—
"I know what you're thinking." He lowered his head, eyes dancing wickedly. "There's no time. We have a three-hour drive ahead of us."
Scrunching up my nose, I leaned my forehead against his chest again. "Ah boo, you're no fun."
His fingers swept up my leg, brushing over my hipbone. "That's not what you said last night." He shifted his big body, and I grinned victoriously at what I felt trapped between us. "Maybe you forgot?"
"Yes," I said sweetly. "I don't remember a thing."
In a flash, I was flat on my back with him hovering over me. Griffin braced his thick forearms on either side of my head, his body unbelievably still. Dark, dark eyes boring into mine, promising sinfully delicious things.
I wanted those things. So badly.
Arching my back, I pushed my breasts against his chest and almost moaned at the feeling of his bristly hair scraping my sensitive skin. His jaw wasn't the only thing that turned hard as granite, and yet he didn't move an inch.
Smiling sweetly, I lifted my head and slicked my tongue over his lips, the tip barely slipping inside. His chest vibrated with the growl he wanted to set free, but still he remained steady. I nibbled on his lip, his jaw, he did nothing.
Which was unfortunate, because all this teasing was pushing me way beyond the point of being turned-on. Way, way beyond. And if he didn't do something soon, I feared I might die.Here lies Raelyn Brooks. Age twenty-two. Cause of Death: Sexual frustration.
Before that could happen, I reached between us and closed my hand around him. I almost let out a victory cry when he hissed his pleasure and pushed his hips forward. Lowering his head, he bared his teeth in a grin that was so freaking hot if I'd been wearing any clothes they would've melted right off.
"You don't play fair," he groaned against my mouth as I continued my slow and steady torture. One, two pumps and he yanked my hand away, pinning both above my head. There was no time to protest because his mouth was on mine barely a breath later.
He kissed me long and hard. Then moved to deep and slow. He kissed me like he was memorizing every stroke of my tongue. Like he couldn't get enough.
Like I was his, and he was mine.
Tilting his head, he sucked on my bottom lip before trailing a line of wet kisses from my jaw to my ear. His mouth moved down my neck, nipping and sucking as he went. As wonderful as it was, I needed more. I needed him to fill me.
Complete me.
"Griffin," I moaned breathlessly. "Please."
He lifted his head; what I saw shining in those dark irises stole my breath. Once, twice he brushed his mouth over mine. "You and me, Rae," he groaned. "You and me."
"Yes." Just as the word rolled off my tongue, Griffin pushed my knee to my chest and snapped his hips forward. I almost whimpered. His big hands shot to my thighs, fingers finding skin. I speared my fingers through his hair, digging the tips into the back of his head.
I moaned. He grunted. Together we moved at an agonizingly slow pace that only seemed to heighten the pleasure. With every roll of his hips, he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Until my body finally,finally, fell apart in an earth-shattering explosion that I felt all the way to the center of my heart.
I was still riding the waves of pleasure when Griffin shouted my name and dropped his head to my clammy shoulder. My hand raked through his damp hair, my smile lazy. "Mhm, so good."
His lips touched the spot below my ear. "You're a distraction,acushla." Another kiss. "Now come on, get that sexy little arse of yours in the shower because we need to leave."
***
My gaze shifted from the rolling scenery beyond the window to the man sitting beside me. Eyes focused on the road, jaw set, he held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. I reached over the center console and placed my hand on his thigh.
"Stop stressing. Everything is going to be fine." A bold statement to make since I didn't know that for a fact. But honestly, I could hardly see today going bad. From the bits Griffin had told me about them, I was positive Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle were looking forward to seeing him.
On the other hand, I understood Griffin's hesitancy too. It couldn't be easy walking around with the kind of guilt that made you think you needed to do more to save someone's life.
