Page 40 of Gripp

"You scared it," she snorted, holding at her side.

"Well, I'm glad you find it funny," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

She grabbed his arm, pulling him to sit down next to her. She leaned into his arm and sighed, looking over the area.

"You know, if this were anywhere else, and we weren't being chased, this would be romantic."

He looked at her. "Said the woman that's like the girl from the fairy tales. You have animals following you."

April gently punched him. "I'm sure there was no smartass in those stories."

She looked up at him, and he raised an eyebrow. "There also weren't any children forced into labor."

She looked at him, and for a second, neither spoke. They just looked at each other.

She leaned into him and kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, neither wanting to let go.

TWENTY-TWO

APRIL

April leaned into him, deepening the kiss. Gripp's hand pulled her close, yanking her over his lap, forcing her to straddle him. Her breath hitched, adjusting to the new position.

His hands traveled up her back, pressing her chest against him. She inhaled his scent as his lips skimmed over her neck. She loved the touch of his lips on her, and her heart fluttered.

"God," he groaned, his teeth trailing over her collarbone. "You drive me crazy. You know that?"

She smirked and grabbed his face. She forced his gaze up, and she smiled. "You do the same to me."

Gripp kissed her roughly. Their tongues intertwined, and his teeth bit her lower lip, forcing a moan out of her.

His hands pulled at her pants, slipping her buttons loose. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him like she had before. She wanted to be close to him.

He popped open the last button that kept her waistband cinched together and slipped a hand into her pants. His fingers grazed her skin before they slipped underneath her panties.

Gripp inhaled through his nose just as his fingers slipped into her. She moaned, suddenly having forgotten how his fingers felt on her, in her.

"You're soaked," he muttered low, leaning into her ear. He bit her earlobe, and a low growl escaped his throat. "I love it."

Her fingers tightened on his shirt, gripping the material roughly. April swallowed, suddenly unable to get air. His fingers were thrusting so slowly into her and then out, over and over again.

His thumb rolled over her clit, and she needed more friction. She needed him inside her, filling her and pushing deep into her. She wanted his mouth all over her body. She wanted his mouth to make her orgasm.

She pulled at his shirt, ripping it off and sending it to the sand. She ran her fingers over his abs, taking in each curve of his muscles.

He pulled at her shirt, and she threw it off, sending it with his. Gripp pulled her back, flipping them until she was laying in the sand. He kissed her, and she moaned, his hands cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples.

"You're so sexy," he said, kissing down her neck once more. "Fuck, you make it hard to keep control, April. You drive me to insanity."

She stared up at the sky as his mouth traveled down. He kissed her collarbone again, slipping down to her breast. He licked around her nipples before kissing each of them.

His mouth slid south, kissing over her stomach until he got to her hip bones. She looked down at him, taking in the hunger in his eyes. He smirked at her, almost taunting.

He kissed her pussy, before he spread her legs wide and ran his tongue flat over her. Her head rolled back, and she moaned loudly.

The wind blew, and she should have felt it, but she didn't. She felt hot … like nothing was going to calm her heat.

But that coil was rolling through her, and suddenly, she was orgasming. She felt her nails dig into the sand as she tried to get her bearings.

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