Page 30 of Crash
“I’m sorry.” This time, when he said it, he knew she believed him. Her tense shoulders dropped away from her ears, and she offered him a soft smile at his lame apology.
He leaned his head down so their foreheads were almost touching, her vanilla perfume filling his lungs as he breathed her in. It was intoxicating, and he nearly closed his eyes in pleasure at how her fragrance lit up all of his senses.
It was not clear who moved first, or maybe they both moved at the same time. One moment, they were breathing each other. The next, her body was flushed against his. Slowly, he brought her chin up with a hand. His lips slammed against hers in a sudden and possessive kiss. He groaned at her shocked gasp, but her lips softened beneath his.
Using the tip of his tongue, he coaxed her lips apart before plunging into her warm heat. When her tongue met his in a tantalizing duel, he nearly fell to his knees at her soft touch.
He could never get enough of kissing her.
Griffin needed to possess her like she possessed all of his waking thoughts lately. Honestly, this was her fault for causing him to be so out of control around her. Judging by her eager kisses and small hands tugging on his hair, she didn’t have any complaints. He reached a hand down to grip her by her waist before hoisting her up under her thighs to bring her to eye level.
Breaking the kiss, they panted for breath as he kept her pinned against the wall with his hips.
“You okay?” His voice came out more like a growl. “We stop when you say stop. Understand?”
She nodded frantically as she licked her lips. This time, when their lips met, she made the first move, yanking on his hair and pulling him down to her lips as he ground into her. His cock was hard between them, and herocked gently against her core, the warmth seeping through the layers of their clothing.
Griffin was about to come just from rubbing up against her. He pulled back before he embarrassed himself and came before giving her any orgasms. He wasn’t a damn teenager anymore. He knew how to please a woman, and she deserved nothing less.
“Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?”
He was already running up the stairs with her in his arms before she’d finished nodding. He braced an arm against the wall when she started kissing and nipping at his neck, the sensation of her nips and licks causing jolts of pleasure to shoot straight to his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you gotta stop that if you want to make this last.” He groaned in agony.
She pulled away and gave him a cute pout.
He slammed her up against the wall as his lips wiped away her sassy pout. His dick hardened impossibly further at her moans.
Fuck. He was definitely going to come in his pants if he didn’t slow this train down.
Ripping his lips away, he sprinted the rest of the way to his bedroom. He tossed her unceremoniously on the bed and smirked at her yelp of surprise as she bounced on the mattress. He reached a hand behind his head and yanked off his shirt.
He had a large tattoo of a dragon mid-flight, spanningthe right side of his chest that wrapped around his ribs and shoulder to encompass his back. The tip of its tail wrapped around his collarbone. Quynh gulped at seeing his chest.
“Like what you see, sunshine?” He gave her a cocky smirk as he closed in on her.
She moved to make more room for him on his king-size bed as he crawled over her prone body. She parted her thighs, and his hips hovered over hers. With a hand braced by her head and the other cupping her face, he stared down at her, making sure she knew it was her choice if they took this any further. He almost wept with joy when she gave him a small nod.
He brought his lips to meet hers in a gentle kiss, letting their lips and tongues do all the talking, ratcheting up their arousal to scorching levels until she was tugging at his sweatpants. He pulled away and chuckled at her soft whine.
“Shh. I’ll take care of you, sunshine.”
He trailed his lips over her jawline, peppering kisses down the slim column of her throat. He flicked his tongue at the juncture of her neck and bit back a groan at how she arched her body at the caress.
His fingers toyed with the hem of her dress. He took mental notes of what made her gasp or moan, taking pleasure in driving her crazy with his touch.
He lifted her dress, fingers gently grazing her smoothskin, baring her inch by inch to the cool air. He scooted down and hovered above her as she tried to catch her breath. Griffin blew a warm breath against her skin and watched in fascination as her belly quivered from the sensation.
“Griffin,” she moaned.
Hmmm, he liked the way his name sounded when she moaned it.
He teased the edge of her shorts with his fingertips, giving her a chance to stop things from progressing if she wanted to. God, he hoped she didn’t stop him, though. He needed to taste her and feel her come on his tongue more than his next breath.
She sat up on her elbows, their eyes meeting as Griffin slowly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them off of her at an agonizing pace. Her tongue came out to lick at her lower lip, making her lips shine. Lifting her hips to help him get her shorts over her perky butt. She didn’t look away as he pulled her shorts off. His cock ached at the sight of her lacy lavender panties. He wondered if this was her preferred style.
Did she wear it tonight hoping I would see it?
