Page 33 of Property of Grifter
“It’s okay, baby.I’ll go jump in the shower.Don’t worry about it.”
“Griffin, I don’t think … I mean I like you a lot.”
“I like you, too,” I answer, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m ready for sex, though.I mean we haven’t really been together that long.”
“But you admit we’re together,” I purr, kissing along the side of her neck.
“God, that feels good,” she murmurs.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?”I ask, praying like God she says yes.
“I shouldn’t,” she exhales as I use the hand that I have on her hip to hold her in place as I rub against her, letting the hard ridge of my cock tease her.Shit, I could come just by dry humping her ass.What in the hell kind of spell has this woman cast over me?
“You’re safe with me, Georgia.You willalwaysbe safe with me.You said you weren’t ready for sex yet, and I won’t push you.I just want the chance to make you feel good.Will you let me do that?”Everything I say is the truth, but I’m desperate here.I need to touch her, taste her, hell I just need her—anything I can get of her.
She turns and I instantly mourn the way her ass cradled against my cock, bringing warmth and hunger to the forefront.I’m dejected that she’s going to shoot me down, but it’s okay.I’m not going to stop until she’s ready to accept my claim—until she’s in my bed every night with my cock buried deep inside of her.Before I can slide off the bed—to find a very cold shower—Georgia stops me by bringing her hand up to my face.Her soft touch soothes my hunger enough where I can keep control.Her fingers slide behind my ear as her thumb rests against my jawline.The look in her eyes nearly destroys me.There’s as much lust in her beautiful blue depths as I’m feeling.Christ.
“You promise, you won’t push for umm … you know …”
Her timidness while trying to be direct is a strange contradiction, but I love it.It’s who Georgia is.Fire and reserve, overwhelming joy within a quiet presence, lust and innocence.She’s exactly the woman I need.
I press my forehead against hers.“I will never ask for more than you’re willing to give me, Georgie.”
“I still remember when I thought I’d hate you calling me that.”
“You don’t now?”
“No, now it feels good.It … Well, you only use it when you’re being really sweet and gentle with me, and I like everything about it.”
Before she says anything else, her sweet lips reach up and press against mine, shocking the hell out of me.Her tongue moves along the seam of my lips.I open them, waiting to see what she’ll do.Everything in me wants to take over, but I let her have control.Slowly she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue over it.I move my hand to her hip, keeping her close, but mostly to stop myself from ruining this moment and ravaging her like my body is demanding.
I groan when I feel her leg, raise and rest over my thigh.“Baby,” I groan.
“I want you to make this ache inside me feel better, Griffin.I want to make you feel better.Just because I’m not ready for actual sex, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t … um … do that, does it?”
I smile.“No, baby.It doesn’t.Do you trust me?”
“More than anyone in my life other than Nana, and that kind of surprises me.”
“I won’t let you down, sweetheart.You can always depend on me,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“Then, I’m going to touch you and show you exactly how to pleasure me with your hand.Does that sound okay?”
I watch as her pretty tongue comes out to moisten her lips.“Definitely,” she whispers.
I test her by bringing our mouths back together, and sliding my tongue against her lips, before trying to press inside.She gives me entrance immediately and her hands move against my chest.I hope she meant what she said, because I can’t stop now.There’s no stopping until I hear her cry out my name in complete pleasure.
I couldn’t if my life depended on it.
18GEORGIA
I’m nervous as hell,but I want Griffin’s touch.If I’m honest, I want more than that.The trouble is, with the life I’ve led, I want to make sure I can trust what my heart feels.Griffin hasn’t ever done anything to make me feel like I can’t put my complete faith in him, but I’ve been wrong before.I can’t afford to be that way again.
His tongue is wreaking havoc in my mouth, claiming me just as powerfully as he has with words.His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever known could exist.Our tongues dance together, his strong and commanding, mine surrendering but hungry.I tense—but only slightly when I feel his hand move under his shirt and hold my breast.He had his hand there all night, but it was always through the blanket and the fabric of his shirt—never bare.This feels so much better.His hand is rough and calloused against my soft flesh and it makes me feel feminine and beautiful to surrender to his rough and virile demands.When he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I gasp into his mouth.He tugs on it and my entire body jerks.
