Page 49 of Crash
“Once the parts to your car get here, it won’t take me very long to get it fixed. You should be back on the road in notime.”
Griffin got up and brought his plate to the sink, his movements jerky as he washed them.
“I can take care of the dishes since you made dinner…” The sound of the running water drowned her voice out.
“No need.”
Quynh furrowed her brows in confusion.
Did I upset him?
She didn’t mean for what she said to upset him. She stood up from the table, grabbing her dirty plate and utensils. Cautiously, she approached an irate Griffin.
She placed the dish on the counter with one hand, her other hand coming up and reaching tentatively for his stiff back. She kept her touch gentle, almost like she was reaching out to a wounded animal. She didn’t want to startle or anger him.
The muscles on his back tensed impossibly further beneath her touch. He turned the faucet off, arms gripping the sink. Griffin hung his head between his shoulders.
“Did I upset you?” she asked in a low voice.
He shook his head in response but didn’t look at her.
“It’s nothing. It’s getting late.”
She dropped her hand back to her side, a sharp jab to her heart at his rebuke.
“Yeah, okay. I should probably get going.” She backed away from him, making a hasty retreat from the kitchen.
“Thank you again for dinner.” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she hurried to find her sneakers.
Where the hell are my sneakers?
They weren’t at the front door. Then she remembered how she’d lost them on the way to the front. She turned around, only to find Griffin blocking her path. His looming figure felt larger than before. His muscles were taut with tension, his hands flexing at his sides as his dark gaze stared her down.
What was his problem?
“Um, I just need my shoes…” Her words trailed off as he took halting steps toward her.
Her senses were suddenly on high alert at the danger he presented. She didn’t think he’d hurt her, but her body reacted to his unexpected aggression. Her skin tingled with awareness while a buzzing noise filled her ears. She became acutely aware of every heaving breath as she mirrored his movements. She took a step back, slowly backing away from him.
Griffin snapped.
He rushed at her before she could make another move. She gasped as a rough hand wrapped itself around her throat. He didn’t squeeze her to apply pressure, but the threat was there. With a thumb, he lifted her chin.
Quynh ignored the way her body responded to him. Her pussy ached, begging to be filled again with his girth, her panties damp from his light but possessive touch.
“Don’t go.” She shivered as his deep voice came out in a low growl. “Stay.”
His command almost brought her to her knees. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought their bodies together. Her nipples were taut against the soft cotton of her borrowed shirt. The sensation was more erotic than it should have been.
“O-okay.” She nodded at his request.
She sensed the moment he relaxed. His deep intake of breath filled his chest, rubbing against her aching nipples. His deep exhale across her lips made her want to catch his breath with her own lips. She stuck her tongue to lick her lips, wanting his mouth on hers again. As if he read her mind, he tilted his head towards her.
Griffin’s kiss was surprisingly gentle, a contrast to his turbulent mood, as if he was making a promise to her with his body, the way he was incapable of words. A promise she understood. He’d never hurt her. Not unless she wanted it.
She kissed him back fervently, answering his promise with her own. She wouldn’t hurt him either. A promise she wasn’t sure she could keep. For now, it was enough.
It had to be enough.
