Page 74 of A False Start
All our scars melt away as our hands trail over one another’s bodies.
All our restraints dissolve as he nudges the head of his hard length between my legs.
And all our hope for not falling head over heels for each other washes away as he pushes into me slowly, savoring every inch and whispering how incredible I am against the crook of my neck.
And as we rock into each other quietly, slowly—gently—a perfect tangle of limbs, I’m pretty sure I cross something monumental off my list without even trying.
25
Griffin
I wakewith hair in my face. Beautiful golden strands criss-crossing over my line of vision with Nadia’s naked limbs entwined with mine. I’m not sure where I end and where she begins, and I realize that’s how I like it.
My eyes clamp back shut. I’m not ready for this night to be over. Not ready to face the day and all the realities it might bring. I’m happy here, suspended in time up in the mountains with a woman I didn’t see coming and don’t deserve.
Last night was...
I sigh. Last night was something else entirely. When I inhale, her sweet rose-petal scent filters in, and I smile. Her feel, her smell, the fucking whimpering sounds she makes. This girl isit.
After spending the better part of the last several years alone, I know what it is to feel at ease around someone. Not just like them but feel like they belong with you, and you belong with them. Sure, I can manage around most people. But I’m never sad when we part ways. Aside from my parents, I don’t reallymissanyone.
But the mere thought of spending the winter up here while Nadia spends her winter in the valley has my chest clenching. It literally makes me flinch, which she must notice. Because now she’s nuzzling into my chest and pushing herself closer to me, even though I’m pretty sure there’s no extra space to take up.
Her hand slides over my chest, and she presses her palm against my cheek, letting her fingers rake through the thick stubble. Then she makes this adorable little sighing noise before walking her hand back down my torso.
I force my eyes open when her path doesn’t change. Her lashes stay shuttered, but her lips turn up in a playful little smile as her hand disappears beneath the sheet.
“Good morning, Wildflower.” I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Good morning.” She drops her lips onto my pec, letting her tongue dart out over my skin before nipping at me.
“What’s that for?”
She stares up at me, her honeyed irises sleepy and warm and full of mischief. Her fist clamps down around the girth of my cock, and she licks her lips. I swear I almost come on the spot. Blow my load like an over-excited teenager.
“That’s for all the hickeys you left on me after that night behind Neighbor’s.”
My lips roll together. That was admittedly not my finest moment, but she doesn’t look disappointed about the encounter.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
She climbs up on top of me, straddling my hips and pressing the slickness between her thighs against my raging hard on. Her full tits practically glow in the golden morning light. My mouth dries out. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I guess you’ll have to make it up to me.” She sticks her bottom lip out dramatically, and I bark out a laugh.
My arm wraps around her waist, and I flip her underneath me as she squeals with happiness. Fuck, that sounds good.
“Has anyone ever told you what a brat you are?” Our gazes collide, the heaviness of last night having transformed this connection between us into something surer, stronger.
“Never.” She says it, but we both know she’s lying. She can hardly hold her laughter in, those top teeth digging into her bottom lip as her cheeks twitch. But she fails, dissolving into a fit of giggles.
We both know she’s full of shit. But I kiss her anyway, loving the feel of her soft lips against mine, loving the way she’s opened up to me and silently convinced me to do the same with her. It feels like she knows me better than I know myself.
Her light laughter continues against my lips, her arms looping around my neck as she bucks her hips into me.
“You done giggling yet, Wildflower? I’ve got some making up to do.” My teeth sink into her lip, and she moans. And then we spend the morning sinking into each other.
Until Tripod finally wakes up and starts leaping through the covers like we’re playing a really fun game.Asshole dog.
