Page 82 of Crash
“Yeah…” His cheeks flushed adorably.
“Are we…in a relationship? A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. She needed to be absolutely certain.
“You bet your ass we are. Did you think you could escape me a second time? I’m not letting you go that easily,” he growled, his grip tightening.
“So does that mean you’re…my…boyfriend?” Her voice was shy. Unsure. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.
“I’m too old to be anyone’s boyfriend,” he said. At her disappointed expression, he continued. “But I’m definitely your man. And you’re my woman.”
“Your woman?”
I like the sound of that.
“My woman.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” His voice cracked with astonishment.
“Well…yeah, what else do you want me to say to a grumpy bear that’s smothering me beneath his weight?”
“Oh, so now you’re calling me fat?” Griffin reared back, his eyes wide with a mocked, affronted look, a snort escaping his nostrils.
“I would never.” She laughed and pushed at his chest in jest.
Griffin leaned down to kiss her. What started out sweet quickly became heated as he deepened the kiss.When their tongues touched, it sent a tingle straight to her clit, making her moan.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said between kisses as he carved a trail down the side of her jaw and neck.
She waited with bated breath as he approached the sensitive underside of her neck. He grazed the area with his lips teasingly and continued his path down her shoulder. She groaned in frustration even as she grew wet with his teasing ministrations.
Griffin chuckled against her collarbone. He tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it over her head in one swift movement. His large hands cupped her breasts, kneading them as he stared down, his dilated pupils a sign of his growing lust. As was the outline of his erection in the band of his sweatpants.
Where did those pants come from?
She wondered why they looked familiar. Before she could figure it out, Griffin yanked her pants and underwear off her, leaving her completely naked on the couch.
She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she watched Griffin’s face closely as his heated gaze roamed over her. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her, making her skin pebble. Her hands clenched the couch cushions beneath her reflexively.
The tip of Griffin’s tongue peeked out as he licked his upper lip like a hungry predator about to take a bite out ofits meal. She should be scared of the way he was looking at her. Instead, she felt powerful.
She did this to him. Made him hunger for a taste. A rush of excitement at the prospect of affecting someone as strong as Griffin. She brought him to his knees with just her body.
Despite her prone position, she knew she was in control. Bolstered by her newfound confidence, Quynh bent her knee next to his hip. She opened her thigh, exposing her wet center to him.
Quynh watched as his nostrils flared with the movement, his attention on her every move as she exposed herself to him.
“Oh, sunshine, you shouldn’t have done that.” His threat was issued in a low tenor.
Before she responded, Griffin pounced. He leaned down and laved at her pussy like a man starved for water, as if he was drowning. He needed to taste her.
He licked and sucked. He kissed and flicked. It all sent her toes curling as a hand gripped his hair. The other hand went behind her head and gripped the side of the couch.
A gasp escaped her lips as her body arched, sensitive to his every touch. The pleasure rolled through her in powerful waves. She came to a screaming climax all too quickly.
Her clit was overly sensitive from their earlier activities.But really, she had been in a hyper state of awareness since she woke up wrapped in his arms not even an hour ago.
Before she could catch her breath, Griffin sat back and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down over the crease of his ass. His cock popped out, hard and erect, standing at attention. Griffin gripped his cock in one hand while the other came down to squeeze his balls that hung heavily between his legs.
