All I wanted was so much more of him.
I didn’t even care right then that we’d skipped over the baby steps of courtship. Bypassed the tender, timid kisses, the lingering, hopeful looks, the precious snuggles, and gone straight for the gold.
The gold, that’s what I wanted right now. I would be pissed at our parents for robbing us of the early stages of our relationship later.
“Griff,” I whispered, his name part prayer of gratitude, part automatic reaction, part caution.
He was squeezing my tits and dragging his tongue back and forth across both of them. I hazily wondered if it was possible to black out from pleasure.
“Griff,” I tried again.
“Hmm?” he asked without ceasing his ministrations. His cock was like steel beneath me.
“We … can’t do this … right now.”
“Why not?” He lapped his tongue up and down one nipple.
“Fu-uu … I dunno.”
Huskily, he chuckled, and it was the sexiest sound in history.
“I know what you like,” he said, and that comment made its way through the fog that consumed me.
How did he know what I liked? Revealing that I loved having my tits sucked and licked wasn’t exactly the kind of info shared between platonic friends, not even ones as close as we all were. Sure, Layla might try to get us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires, but we didn’t go for it.
Which meant either Griffin and I had gotten hot and heavy during other reboots I had no memory of—in which case, fuck the not-parents superhard for robbing me of that—or Griffin was going off info from a recent hypnosis I hadn’t received, which seemed likely, given that he genuinely seemed saddened by “Mitzi’s” abandonment.
“Griff, stop.”
Instantly, he released a nipple with apopand looked at me, waiting.
“I … shit, just know I only want you to stop doing that right now for this one limited exception. Otherwise, don’t ever stop, please, never ever.”
The confusion slipped away, and the sparkling embers were back in his eyes. He gave me a sexy-as-fuck smile that lifted only one side of his mouth.
“Why stop now, then?”
“Well, for one…” I blinked away more of my daze. I was drunk on Griffin Conway. I blinked some more, tried again. “For one, we’re parked in my parents’ driveway.”
“Not ideal, I’ll give ya that.”
“And two, the others will be waiting for us.”
At hearing my voice inside his head, Griffin’s eyes startled wide, and he jumped enough for me to bounce across his lap and smack my head on Clyde’s ceiling.
“Oh shit! Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his eyes losing their shock and filling with concern for me.
I rubbed at my head. “I’m fine.”
He was back to breathing heavily, now for an entirely different reason.
Slowly, he shook his head.
