Page 87 of Crash
She sashayed up to Griffin in her negligee, leaving a small distance between them. She didn’t want to be crueland taunt him with what he couldn’t have, but she wanted to torture him. Just a little.
He had his legs spread wide. She stepped between them. She twirled around slowly so he could see all the angles of her barely there outfit.
“So, what do you think? Should we get it?” She smirked.
His expression said it all.
“If you don’t get it, I will spank you.”
“Is that a promise?” Where did she get her sass from? It was not like her to be so saucy, but he brought it out of her.
“You bet your fine ass it is.”
He said with finality, a low growl deepening his voice. His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped his hands. She knew she was playing with fire. She leaned down and watched as his eyes dropped to her breasts for a moment before flickering up to meet her gaze.
Leaning in, breaths mingling, as she placed a teasing kiss on his eager lips. She moved away quickly before he could get his big paws on her. Smiling deviously as his hands grasped only air.
He let out a disbelieving scoff as she retreated back into the dressing room.
“You’ll pay for that.”
His dark promise made her shiver with fear and anticipation.
She hoped so.
forty-one
QUYNH
After a day of sightseeing, they stopped at the local grocery store so Griffin could pick up some items for dinner. He had told her he wanted to cook dinner for her tonight, but when the cart started filling up, she became suspicious of his motives.
She kept throwing questioning glances his way as he continued to throw things into the cart. When he went to check out, she tried to ask him why he needed so many things for tonight, but he just gave her a flat look before rolling past her to check out. When she offered to pay, he balked at her, which made her stifle a smile.
Now, she admired the view as he bent halfway into the fridge to put away the cold items. He bought enough food to stock her refrigerator. Quynh tried not to read too much into the gesture, though it was much too late for her heart, which was melting at his thoughtfulness. When he straightened up, Quynh pretended to be busy cleaning the countertop.
They moved around each other in her small kitchen like a synchronized dance, predicting the other’s next move. Every time their bodies touched, lightning bolts shot straight through her, making her nerve endings tingle with awareness. She made her way to the small table in the corner and set the table.
Whatever Griffin was cooking smelled delicious. The smells and sounds of Griffin expertly cooking filled the air, making her stomach rumble with hunger. Her mouth watered at the prospect. It had been weeks since her last home-cooked meal. She loved Griffin’s meals. He was a natural in the kitchen. Quynh wondered absently if he would have been a chef in another life had he not fallen into the role of being a mechanic.
When it was time to plate the food, Griffin frowned at her when she tried to help him. Griffin looked pointedly at her seat. She bit back a smile and sat down obediently. She missed this side of him. Griffin seemed to enjoy taking care of her.
Who am I to deny him the pleasure?
She tried not to drool as he served the delicious meal he whipped up in her small kitchen. Shrimp scampi. Her favorite meal. She never had it home-cooked before. She waited patiently while he served himself and then sat down before digging in.
“Oh my god, this is so good!” When the flavors hit her tongue, she moaned in appreciation. She twirled thepasta around her fork and brought it to her open mouth for a bite. Pausing with the fork halfway to her mouth, she realized Griffin was quiet. She looked up to see he was staring at her mouth with a hungry expression.
She blushed as she figured out where his wayward thoughts had gone. It didn’t help that she was moaning with appreciation over his food. She put the fork down gently and crossed her hands on top of each other on the table.
“Griffin. Eat before your food gets cold,” she admonished, though she knew he wouldn’t take her tone seriously.
Griffin merely grunted before reaching for his fork. She remained still and watched him as he ate. She watched as the muscles in his forearms flexed when he brought the fork to his mouth. And how his biceps bulged in his white t-shirt. Griffin made eating a sensual experience. From the way he moved effortlessly in the kitchen to the almost erotic way he prepared the meals, down to the way he ate.
She struggled to not squirm in her seat when she watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. Quynh picked her fork back up and resumed eating, trying to not make any more noises. She really didn’t want the meal to go to waste. She knew their self-control was barely there.
After a tense moment of eating, Griffin clearedhis throat. Quynh tried not to tense as she looked up beneath her lashes to meet his expectant gaze.
“We should probably talk about us.”
