Page 45 of Instant Heat
I lowered me head until our foreheads touched."And I'm not going anywhere."
Epilogue
RAELYN
One year later.
Grinning, I took a plate off the top of the stack, rinsed it, and carefully placed it inside the dishwasher before doing the same with six other plates.
Thatcher, Brie, Lacy, Nathan, and George had left a while ago and as much as I loved our almost weekly dinner dates, I was more than happy to have Griffin all to myself.
Because, yes, even after a year of crazy monkey sex, I still couldn't get enough. Didn't think I ever would.
After I slid the last plate into its spot, I cast a glance at Griffin's closed office door. He'd slipped in there a few minutes ago to take an important call and not knowing how it was going was tightening the knots in my stomach.
Needing to keep my hands busy, I started working on the glasses and cutlery. Rinsing and loading them into the dishwasher too. I'd just stuck the last glass under the running water when I felt Griffin behind me.
His arms went around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. "How did it go?" I asked cautiously.
"Well, I think." Griffin took a deep breath, his chest expanding and brushing against my back. "Adam has got a long way to go still, but at least he's not shutting us all out completely. Not that he's letting us in either."
About four months ago, Mrs. Carlisle had phoned us in a fit of tears. I'll be honest; I'd expected the worst when I heard her hysterics. But it was the opposite actually. Adam was finally allowing some help.
He didn't want people there every day, but he'd agreed to let his parents visit him once every two weeks. And he'd asked to see Griffin. I didn't know what exactly when down when Griffin went to see Adam.
I never asked. All I needed to know was written on his face when he came home that night. He looked relieved. Happy. Since that first visit, Griffin hadn't seen Adam again but they had talked on the phone a few times.
I was very hopeful that he'd be getting his brother back soon.
"I'm sorry I left you to clean the kitchen alone," he rasped. "I should make it up to you."
Slowly, steadily his hand skimmed up under my dress. Higher and higher. My breath hitched. "What are you doing?"
Griffin's chuckle against my skin had tiny bumps popping up all over and a delicious shiver worked its way down my spine. "If you don't know then I'm not doing a very good job, am I?"
My mouth opened but instead of words a low moan rolled off my tongue. His fingers snuck past the silky barrier of my underwear and worked my body like only he knew how.
One hand gripping my hip, his tongue slick and hot gliding over my neck. Teeth scraping skin.
My fingers curled tightly around the cold metal sink while his found a faster rhythm.
"So… good," I panted."It feels so good."
Griffin's kisses moved from my ear down my jaw. I tilted my head, lips seeking lips. Wet and cold, his tongue found mine.
Tasting.
Claiming.
Devouring.
And when he pulled back and nibbled on my bottom lip, my entire world exploded.
Chest heaving, I barely had time to catch my breath before he spun me around and immediately set me on the table behind us. My dress bunched at my hips. He shoved his pants down his ass. And after moving my underwear out of the way, he was inside me.
Filling me.
Completing me.
