Page 70 of Live and Let Ride
“Good morning, baby,” he grumbled in that deep voice that lit me on fire as he stood to greet me. “You’re looking fuckingbeautiful, as always. And damn if it doesn’t feel good to be able to tell you that instead of having to keep the thoughts to myself.”
He wove his arms around me and pulled me against him for a slow, languorous kiss. It was by far the least murderous I’d felt since waking.
I pulled back in his embrace just enough to really look into his eyes. There, intertwined with the brown, green, and blue of their hazel, I identified a dark, hard resolve.
Not only was Griffin Conway angry, he was fucking furious.
I asked him silently.
A sudden, thrilling rush zipped along my body, making me frown.The fuck?Was it some sort of primal, reproduce-to-save-the-species instinct?
I was twenty-two. Just, like, a week ago I’d believed I was eighteen. Motherhood wasn’t exactly a current aspiration.
Griffin was studying me closely.
He shook his head.
he said,
I cracked a smile.
He chuckled.
Griffin’s brows waggled.
I scowled.
Griffin pressed another kiss to my lips, teasing his tongue across the tip of mine.
I scowled. I grimaced.
He glanced over his shoulder.
I followed his line of sight to my pittie. He was sprawled out on my bed on his back, his legs in the air, the tip of his pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. He gave no indication he’d so recently survived a monster-eating. Even his fur was soft and shiny once more. Someone had obviously also given him a good scrubbing.
Griff added.
