I stiffened.
He shrugged, making even thatcouldn’t care lesstip of his shoulders hot.
I was going to say something more. Maybe they probably thought he was here to check in on me since I said I wasn’t feeling well, or how lucky it was that my room was on the second floor and on the opposite end of the house from the kitchen and outdoor deck, the main two places they ever breakfasted. What exactly I was intent on saying, though, I no longer recalled.
His plush lips caught mine and kissed me—softly, lovingly, enchantingly.
It didn’t take long before I wanted more—more, more, more, and still fuckingmore.
I wanted all of Griffin Conway.
I escalated the kiss and he followed my lead, devouring my mouth, caressing my tongue, sucking on my lips. Consuming me. Enrapturing me.
My hands roved along his shoulders, back, and chest. Across his arms and waist. I clutched and rubbed and scratched.
I was reaching for his ass while he was reaching for my towel. I squeezed through his jeans, gorgeously molded to his even more gorgeous body, as the bath towel cascaded to the floor, leaving me completely naked—and him completely dressed.
He stepped back to admire the view. Instantly, my body missed the heat of him. My skin pebbled. More so, my nipples hardened to stiff, tender peaks.
Another time, he licked his lips; I didn’t think he realized he was doing it. My breath caught. Never had a man looked at me like this.
Like I was everything he’d ever wanted.
Like he was instants away from feasting on me.
Like he’d die happy if he could just devour … and devour … and devour me.
My arousal was hot and wet between my thighs. His pressed proudly and eagerly against the fly of his jeans.
I could think of nothing beyond my desire to be consumed by this man. He smoldered, making it blessedly easy to forget everything but him.
And fuck, did I everneedto forget everything else.
To lose myself to him.
Allow him to lose himself in me.
As if we were of one mind, we suddenly and swiftly stalked toward each other, eradicating those few steps that separated us.
Griffin yanked off his t-shirt while I unclasped his belt, then his jeans. He was stepping out of his shoes and socks when, without ceremony, I tugged down his boxers.
No preamble was needed when his dick was this beautiful. As it sprang proud and free, his cock was a ceremony and an occasion and a freaking celebration all on its own.
In a frenzied tangle of fevered kisses and roving hands, we shuffled over to my bed. The energy between us was frantic. Even so, he slowed down to guide me reverently onto my comforter.
He was still lowering himself onto the bed when my legs parted for him all on their own. My body was a hussy ready for action, and shit if I didn’t mind it one bit.
Propped on his elbows to either side of me, he held much of his weight off me as he settled between my legs. His erection pressed stiffly against my inner thigh when his eyes met mine.
I swallowed.
