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My belly fluttered. The man was as sweet as he was sexy. Although it was a dangerous combination that seemed to turn my brain into mush. I had to tear myself away from watching the monitor to go to the center console. When I opened it, I started to crack up.
Okay, so he was sweet and sexy and a pervert. The crazy man had left me a vibrating Furby key chain. Lord knows how many of these things he actually bought.
Smiling like a goofball, I climbed back into the rear of the RV carrying my makeshift vibrator. But I froze hearing Griffin start to sing.
Oh my God. His voice is amazing.
I knelt on the floor right in front of the monitor, completely entranced at his gritty, soulful voice. Griffin was singing a ballad of some sort, and I felt every word of the song inside my chest in the most overwhelming way. When the song ended, he opened his eyes, and I realized I’d been holding my breath the entire time.
I inhaled a few lungfuls of air and let out controlled exhales in an effort to slow down my racing heart.
God, I was totally screwed.
Totally screwed when it came to this man.
I shook my head and looked down at the furry stuffed animal still clutched in my hand. “What are we going to do, Mee-Mee? This man is going to break our hearts.”
Mee-Mee had no answers, so I folded the key chain back into the palm of my hand and shut my eyes. “I’m definitely going to be needing you later.”“So . . . what did you think?” Griffin opened the door and climbed into the back of the RV, where I was still sitting on the couch. He’d spent about three hours singing, and I’d spent the same amount of time glued to the monitor. It had been an amazing and surprisingly intimate experience—he’d talk to me between takes, and at the end of each song he’d flash his boyish smile at the camera or give me a wink.
“I think I’m a groupie.”
He closed the distance between us, taking a seat on the couch next to me. “Oh yeah? You want to play groupie and rock star?” He tugged me up from my seat and guided me to straddle his lap.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Do I get to take off my panties and throw them at your feet?”
Griffin’s eyes darkened. “You take off your panties, and I’ll kiss your feet.”
I giggled and pressed my forehead to his. “Seriously, Griff. That was absolutely incredible. Your voice is just beautiful. I don’t even know what to say. It’s like you sing from your heart. I could feel so many emotions in your words. I loved every minute of today, but that song you sang at the end—the one about heaven needing her more than you—that song just made me melt. I actually cried a little listening.”
“I wrote that for my mother.”
I nodded. “I figured you did. I know I never knew her personally, but I’m certain she’s listening and as proud of you as I am.”
Griffin leaned in and kissed my lips tenderly. “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”
A knock came from behind me. Someone was at the camper door. I went to climb off Griffin’s lap, but he held me in place. “Stay. It’s probably Aiden.”
“Boss?” a voice called through the closed door.
Griffin yelled around me. “Are we all set?”
“The car will be there at six.”
“Sweet. Thanks for taking care of everything.”
“Text me if you need anything else.”
“See you tomorrow, Aiden.”
I looked at Griffin. “That was rude. You just had an entire conversation behind a closed door.”
Griffin smirked. “Babe. Scooch your ass toward me a little.”
My brows drew together, so Griffin nudged me a bit, pulling me farther down his lap until I felt warmth between my legs. And something hard. He saw the knit of my brows lift to understanding.
“More polite to talk behind a closed door than with my hard-on trying to escape from my pants, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart.
I really liked that name, too.
I also really liked the way our bodies were aligned. So I leaned in and kissed him, grinding down on his erection as I threaded my hands into his hair. God, I wanted to feel him inside me so badly it hurt. Griff’s fingers dug into my ass and he started to guide me to rock back and forth on him. We both had on jeans, but the friction between us made the heat rise to an incendiary level. I seriously thought I might be able to come from just our dry humping.
But . . . it wasn’t my turn. As much as I was terrified to connect with Griffin and get hurt, I didn’t want to be selfish, either. I broke our kiss and nuzzled his ear. “Did you lock the door behind you?”
