Page 97 of Stick It
His responding grin is nothing short of merciless.
Ducking his head, his nose drags up the column of my throat. “I’m afraid it’s far too late for that.” His tongue slides around the shell of my ear, a shiver cascading down my spine. “Don’t get me wrong, I tried to stay away. Tried to ignore your allure. For your sake.” He exhales a dark chuckle. “But I don’t have that kind of restraint. Never did.”
His fingers skate down my side, slow and deliberate. “When I want something, I take it. And I wantyou, Dylan.” His teeth graze my jaw, his grip tightening. “So, you can fight it all you want, Hurricane. Pretend you don’t feel this.” His thumb drags over my racing pulse. “But we both know the truth. You’re already mine.”
As if to emphasize his point, he pushes against my fingers, forcing them to drag over the evidence of howlittleI feel for him before scraping against my swollen clit.
I can’t help the gasp that leaves me. The molten desire that floods me.
“Fuck your fingers, Little Steelhawk. I want to watch while you come.”
He’s already dragging my panties down my legs, and I’m helpless to obey, because I want this too. Ineedit. With my gaze locked on his, I use the pads of my fingers to rub my clit, my breathing coming in short pants at the delicious friction, before I push a finger inside.
Griffin’s gaze drops to between my spread thighs, and the groan that rips from his lips is strained and gritty, only ratcheting my desire higher. I add a second finger, the wet sounds of my excitement mingling with our heavy breathing in the otherwise silent room.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself for me.”
I rock beneath him. His fingers clench the sheet on either side of my head, the muscles in his forearms bulging with the restraint of holding himself back. But that’s not what I want. I can’t be the only one letting go.
“Touch me.”
His eyes blaze as they snap back to mine. “Where?”
I’m so hot. So on edge. “Anywhere.Everywhere.”
One hand immediately comes to the outside of my knee, sliding over my skin as he climbs upward. Palming the back of my thigh, he hitches it over his hip, opening me up further and enabling me to go deeper. The searing heat of his palm glides over my ass next, squeezing the globe, and we both groan.
“More.”
I’m breathless, the wet squelching sound between my thighs growing louder with every inch of skin he claims as his. The entire time, he doesn’t look away from my face, as my eyes roll back and I arch my spine. “I’m so close.” I don’t know if it’s a warning or a plea.
“Come for me, Hurricane. All I’ve been able to think about is the look on your face and the noises you make, and I need a second fix.”
His other hand joins the fray, sliding beneath my top until he cups my breast. He kneads the skin, squeezing as I reach the peak. When he pinches my nipple, I explode. My head falls back, teeth clenched to keep from screaming as my body grinds on nothing and I chase my release.
Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine. Hungry. Devouring. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that.”
His body lowers over mine, the rough fabric of his jeans dragging over my swollen, sensitive clit and eliciting a moan. I could totally go for round two, and a dark, dirty part of me has wanted to know what it would feel like to have Griffin inside of me since he got me off in the gym.
However, I gather enough self-control to press a palm against his chest and push. He lifts up, staring down at me with that unreadable expression. It’s mildly terrifying. “We can’t.” I attempt to push myself upright, but he doesn’t move back any farther, so it only brings our faces an inch apart. “Not tonight.”
Mostly because I don’t know what to make of his declaration, and also a little bit because there isn’t just him. I’ve kissed Jax and Finn. More so, I have somewhat complicated feelings for not only them, but Ethan too. It’s…a mess. One I’m not looking to add to by jumping into bed with Griffin.
He stares at me for so long that I expect him to go full caveman and say no and claim me anyway. It’s also super fucked up how turned on I get at the thought of that. But eventually, he backs away. “Not tonight,” is all he says. He bends to retrieve my panties off the floor, and thinking he’s going to help me back into them, I’m about to tell him I’ll just grab a fresh pair, when he brings them to his nose and inhales. “These are mine now.” His words are mostly a growl as he stuffs the fabric in his jeans pocket.
All I can do is gape at him.Okay, that was super fucking hot!But also… “You owe me a new pair.”
He simply shrugs. “Get into bed.”
Still riding the endorphin high, I do as he says, slipping beneath the sheets.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I question when he begins stripping out of his clothes.
“As much as I enjoyed that little show, I didn’t risk breaking my neck climbing in your window so I could get you off. Now, move over.”
“You’re not staying.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he counters. “No way am I letting you sleep alone when that fuck could come into your room at any time.”
