I chortled darkly.
I offered a grimace in apology at breaking our pact.
Griffin said.
I breathed, realizing we could be speaking aloud as this kind of talk would be expected. But then, what we said to each other wouldn’t be private.
He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth.
He stared deep into my eyes.
My core clenched sharply, and I swallowed.
He dragged his gaze from my eyes to my mouth, across my collarbones, to my tits. He flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other. My back arched, pushing my boobs into his face, wanting so much more of that tongue action.
Licking them again—and drawing a moan from me—he spoke to my tits.
I discovered myself frowning. No, pouting—jeez.
Even with his stare on my breasts, he noticed and laughed.
Another pulse of my core.
He growled possessively, a deep rumble that vibrated his chest. His eyes blazed as they pierced mine.
The declaration was raw and rough as gravel.
My insides tightened. My inner slut was apparently conspiring to get me pregnant. She was gonna have to cool her fucking jets, stat.
The question was out before he suddenly flicked his stare up to my face.
He nodded, eyes big and earnest.
Did we really, though? There was a very high probability that we might die tomorrow. Hell, we might die later today.
I hoped.
I gulped, surprised this wasn’t easy to say, that it felt too vulnerable.
His eyes glistened, making the bright hues in the hazel pop.
I asked.
His lips lowered to mine in a soft, gentle kiss that touched my heart.
He lifted his hips, notched his swollen tip in my hot, supple entrance … and pushed inside with a single thrust.
