Page 106 of Dating Goals
My fingers slip beneath his shirt, feeling the warm skin there.
I should push him away. I should remember why I’m here. But Griffin’s touch is intoxicating. It makes me feel reckless.
I find myself yanking him closer, nipping at his lower lip.
He makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan that just sends me…Where it sends me, well that’s a question for future Anika.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment you broke into my cabin,” he murmurs against my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck.
“I didn’t break in,” I gasp as his teeth graze my pulse point. “I had the key.”
“Semantics.” His laugh is a warm puff of air against my skin. “You were still trespassing.”
“Are you going to punish me?” The words slip out before I can stop them, husky and inviting.
He pauses just long enough to look at me. His eyes darken to midnight. “Is that what you want?”
My heart hammers wildly. Yes. No. I don’t know. I can’t think straight with him looking at me like that.
Griffin’s fingers trace my collarbone, dipping lower to the edge of my dress.
Then his mouth is on mine again, hungrier this time. My back presses against the mirrored wall as his hands roam restlessly, like he can’t get enough. One slides up to cradle my jaw while the other moves to my hip, his thumb tracing maddening circles there.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and he makes a sound deep in his throat that sends liquid heat coursing through me. The rational part of my brain grows fainter with each passing second.
Griffin breaks away only to trail kisses down my neck, his stubble creating a delicious friction against my skin. I gasp when he finds a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Found it,” he whispers smugly, and I can feel his smile against my skin.
I tug his hair in retaliation, which only makes him groan and press closer. His body is solid and warm against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering in his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
The elevator slows, a subtle shift that signals we’re approaching a floor. Griffin doesn’t seem to notice, his arms curling around my waist, lifting me slightly so I’m on my tiptoes.
With a cheerful ding, the doors slide open.
“Oh my!” a female voice gasps.
We spring apart like guilty teenagers. An elderly couple stands in the hallway, the woman’s mouth forming a perfect O of surprise, the man’s bushy eyebrows shooting up toward his receding hairline.
“We’ll just take the next one,” the man says, adjusting his glasses as if he’s not quite sure what he’s seeing.
My cheeks burn as I smooth down my dress. Griffin looks deliciously disheveled, his hair mussed from my fingers, his lips slightly swollen.
“So will he,” I say, shoving Griffin toward the door.
He stumbles backward, looking adorably confused as he finds himself standing beside the elderly couple.
The woman gives Griffin an appreciative once-over, then winks at me with a knowing smile.
“Smart girl,” she whispers. “Always leave them wanting more.”
“Anika, wait…”
“Goodnight, Griffin,” I say firmly, jabbing the ‘close door’ button repeatedly. “For what it’s worth, I hope you win tomorrow.”
The doors slide closed on Griffin’s stunned expression. I collapse against the wall, my heart pounding from that earth-shattering kiss, which was…unexpected. Overwhelming. Perfect.
As the elevator continues upward, I pull one of the bugs from my pocket, turning it over in my fingers.
