Page 42 of Crash
It clearly was not fine. Griffin was being an insensitive ass.
“No, really, I appreciate it. I’ll just get out of your hair.”
She made to move away. He reacted instinctively, pinning her body against the wall with his. His arms braced on either side of her head to effectively box her in.
“You are not leaving here like this.”
His control was hanging on by a thread.
She looked up at him. All traces of her tears were goneas if he had imagined them. Instead, her eyes sparked with defiance he’d missed. Her jaw was set at a determined angle as she glared at him.
“Or what?”
She challenged him to action. His control snapped.
His hand gripped the back of her head, twisting her hair around his fist as he slammed his lips to hers. Her shocked gasp was like music to his ears. It left her wide open for his assault as his tongue delved into her dark heat and wrestled for control. Their tongues dueled for dominance, and the other hand moved to grip her around her waist, sliding down to grip her outer thigh in a bruising hold.
She tugged at his hair as if to pull him away but changed her mind at the last second. Instead, she used his hair to direct him on how she liked to be kissed.
Griffin was simmering, barely restrained from erupting. He was like a wildfire, scorching everything in his path. He never felt so out of control before.
Quynh was like a cool thunderstorm, bringing vital rain to temper his fires and bring life back to the scorched earth. Her lips were like a balm to his soul, her touch both calming his nerves and igniting the fire inside of him. The fire threatened to consume her if she wasn’t careful.
He broke the kiss abruptly, yanking his lips away and letting their panting breaths fill the space between them. Griffin gripped her thigh tightly, which creptup to cradle his hip at some point. He wasn’t even sure if it was his doing or hers.
“We shouldn’t do this.” His voice came out in a husky rasp.
She shook her head, agreeing with him.
“No, we shouldn’t.”
She withdrew from his touch, and the thought made him burn with rage. No, they shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck if he didn’t want to.
He halted her retreat by gripping her other thigh in his hand, hoisting her up so she was eye level with him. Her eyes widened in surprise as her arms wound themselves around his shoulders.
“Fuck it.”
He was going to take what he wanted. And right now, all he wanted was the woman in his arms. Consequences be damned.
twenty
GRIFFIN
Quynh
Quynh squealed in delight as he whirled them around and ran up the staircase with her wrapped around his body like a koala bear. He would never let her fall, but he reveled in the way she gripped him tightly in her arms. He enjoyed the way her thighs clenched around his hips. Pretty soon, he’d be able to feel it without the barrier of their clothes between them.
This time, instead of tossing her on the bed. He let her cling to his body as he pressed her against the bedroom door he’d slammed shut behind them, hands creeping under her top, aching to touch her skin just beneath his fingertips.
“You good?”
God, he hoped she was ready for this.Please say yes.
“Yes,” she said, the words coming out on a soft exhale.
Not giving her a chance to change her mind, he pressed another demanding kiss to her lips. Like a flowerunfurling its petals in the spring, Quynh seemed to blossom with his gentle caresses.
His cock was unbearably hard and pressing insistently against his pants. If they continued like this, he wouldn’t last longer than a few minutes. But he needed to make this good for her.
