Page 59 of A False Start
I want him to take me and unmake me, fucking ruin me. If I’m as strong as he thinks, I’ll bounce back.
So, I keep going. Willing him to lose his precious control. Willing him to charge in here and use me the way I know he wants to.
The wayIwant him to.
I hear his signature rumble, and I sigh. My eyes fluttering shut when I hear him growl, “Fuck it.”
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Griffin
I yankthe tent shut behind me, crowding Nadia in the small space and pulling the zipper down as promptly as I can.
Fuck staying away. Fuck ignoring her. Fuck everyone. Fuck forgetting what I want. What Ineed.
I could hear her from my tent next door.
If this woman is a test, I just fucking failed, and I couldn’t care less.
With the flimsy tent shut at my back, I kneel at the base of the sleeping bag, loving what she’s doing to herself underneath there.
I crawl over top of her, and she still doesn’t fucking stop. Up close, I can see the way her eyes have gone glassy with pleasure.
“You do not know what you’re in for, Wildflower.”
“Show me.” Her words are a plea as I reach over her to unzip the sleeping bag and flip it open, proving myself right. One hand shoved up under her shirt, the other stuffed between her wide-open little legs.
My cock was hard before, but the sight of her playing with herself has me straining against my jeans painfully. Something I’ll have to endure for a while longer. Because I don’t plan to make quick work of Nadia Dalca.
No. I’m going to savor this beauty.
I hover over her slender body, letting that sweet rose scent wrap around me like a balm as I straddle her legs. Fisting the hem of her sweatshirt, I yank it up, exposing her soft, round tits and pert nipples.
Just as incredible as I remember.
Her eyes fly open, wide and golden. Sweet like honey. But she doesn’t shy away from the way I’m looking at her.
My wildflower isn’t shy.
I let a blast of my jealousy out from behind the impenetrable wall I’ve created around my inner feelings. “You know what I thought that first night I saw you? Sitting up on that counter, kissing some careless little boy?” Watching her give that asshole even a minute of her attention has been pure fucking torture.
The highlights in her irises flare at the bite in my voice.
“What?” Her voice is thick, her tongue darting out over her bottom lip as she continues palming her breast.
I put my hands on her, starting at where her waist nips in, firm and narrow. Sliding them up, I admire how soft and smooth she looks beneath my sun-worn skin. When I hit her ribs, she shivers, and the hand fondling her breast drops onto my forearm, fingers stroking, urging me higher.
An invitation.
“I thought...” My hands hit the lower swell of her breasts, that tempting crease, and I groan. Palms enveloping the heavy flesh, I give her a gentle squeeze and flick my thumbs against her hard nipples, watching her jump beneath me. “I thought you looked too fucking good to be wasting your time with someone like that.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I lean down, tracing the shape of her jaw with my lips and relishing the texture of the gooseflesh erupting across her tits. “I thought you looked like you needed to be handled by a real man. By me.” I nip at her ear, loving the feel of her fingers tangling in my hair, like she wants to keep me close. “I thought you looked like you were supposed to bemine.”
She whimpers and clamps her lips together. How hard she’s trying to play it cool makes me smile.
“It’s okay, Wildflower. You don’t have to say anything. You keep your cards as close as you want.” I kiss her neck slowly, holding back the urge to bite her again and leave my marks all over her bewitching skin. “Your poker face is pretty good. But I know what we both felt that night. And I think I’m about done pretending we didn’t. You can show me your hand when you’re ready.”
Her responding chuckle is raspy and deep as she tugs at my hair. Something I think she likes just as much as I do.
