Page 76 of Crash
Finally, she could take a deep breath for the first time in weeks. His touch paradoxically soothed her and sent her pulse soaring.
Griffin’s thumb brushed over something wet against her cheek. She wasn’t aware she’d started crying until he wiped away her tears. His other hand came up to grip the back of her neck in a gentle hold. She opened her eyes and looked up at him beneath her wet lashes.
“Please don’t cry, sunshine. You’re breaking my heart.” The rumbling of his voice resonated deep within her chest. “Shh. It’s okay.” He bent his head until his forehead touched hers. The tickle of his breath across her lips was a teasing caress. Quynh watched as he licked his lips as if he was itching to kiss her but held himself back. “I’m sorry.”
What was he apologizing for?
Griffin must have seen the confusion on her face ashe cleared his throat and lifted his head, giving her some much-needed space from the temptation of his pouty lips.
“Nothing happened between Delilah and me. Nothing.” He took in a fortifying breath as his grip tightened at the base of her neck, as if he was willing her to believe his words through his possessive touch.
Her eyes roamed over his face, taking in his pinched expression, lines bracketing his eyes as if he were in pain. His jaw was clenched so tightly she could see the muscle ticking as he fought for control.
She believed him.
She ignored the voice in her head whispering she was an idiot for believing him. Instead, she listened to what her heart was telling her for once. The same bleeding heart that wept for the man whose strong arms cradled her so gently, as if she were made of fine China and he wouldn’t dare to break her.
She knew in the deepest parts of her heart he would never intentionally hurt her. She’d always known that about Griffin, but she let her insecurities about being vulnerable drive her decisions, letting her fears of being abandoned take her away from this man who likely drove all night to get to her.
With shaky hands, she reached up and gripped his forearms. Her throat was tight with emotions, and words escaped her, so she nodded as a fresh round of tears spilled over her lashes. Her lower lip quivered as she triedto get a handle on her raging emotions. Her breaths were shaky as she leaned her head back against the door; the contact grounded her in the moment.
“Sunshine, say something.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Please.”
“I’m sorry, too.” She sniffed, licking her dry lips as his face scrunched with confusion. “For leaving without talking to you first.”
His face morphed into anger at the reminder she left him without a word.
“Never do that again. You hear me?” His grip on her tightened as he brought their bodies closer together. Her peaked nipples grazed his chest. She gasped at the sensation.
I should have worn a bra.
“Say it, sunshine.” He shook her gently. “Say you’ll never leave me again.” A hand traveled down her side and gripped her waist as he melded their bodies together. He took a step forward so she couldn’t escape with the door behind her and his solid form in front of her. She couldn’t move an inch without rubbing herself all over him.
Her body was on fire. For the first time in weeks, she felt alive. Every nerve ending was electrified, making her body hum with energy and anticipation. Her core ached to be filled as her arousal dampened her panties. She nearly whimpered as the sensations overwhelmed her.
How did I go so long without feeling like this? Without Griffin?
She was a walking zombie until she met Griffin.
Her ears buzzed as she tried to form a coherent sentence. She nodded, though his tight grip restricted her movement.
“I need to hear you say it, sunshine.” Griffin’s low growl sent a pool of moisture to her pussy. She gulped.
“I’ll never leave you again.” Her words were raspy, but the vow in the words echoed between them.
Griffin’s eyes bounced over her face. She watched as his expression changed from cold determination to wicked glee.
His lips came crashing down in a possessive kiss. His tongue forced her lips open as he claimed her thoroughly with each stroke of his wicked tongue. Their teeth clashed as he continued to dominate her. She loved every second of it as she relinquished complete control to him, answering his demands with promises of her own, both asking for forgiveness with their dueling tongues. Their kiss conveyed more than words ever could.
Before she knew it, he let go of her abruptly, leaving her bereft at the loss of his touch. Her lips tingled from the onslaught. Quynh reached up a hand to touch her sensitive lips. Griffin backed up a couple of steps. She watched as his hands went to his belt. He started undoinghis belt buckle. The clanging of the metal was loud in the otherwise quiet apartment.
She thought she knew what fear was like before. It was nothing compared to this. Quynh wasn’t scared Griffin would hurt her. No. She knew he had decided on what her punishment was for leaving him. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t walk away from it the same person.
The sound of his zipper dragging down made her quiver in anticipation. She fought the urge to cross her arms across her chest as she watched his careful movements. She marveled at the way his dark, tanned hands looked against the blue denim of his jeans as he revealed a dark patch of hair. The outline of his cock pressed against his pant leg. It looked painfully erect, and her mouth watered when it bounced free of its denim restraint. The tip of his cock was already wet with pre-cum. No boxers, she noted.
Quynh licked her dry lips as he pushed the jeans down to reveal his balls hanging beneath his curved cock. Griffin gripped the base of his cock and stroked himself a few times while he watched her. She knew he was watching her by the heat of his stare on her face, though nothing could pull her eyes away from watching Griffin as he milked his cock.
She wanted a taste.
