She sucked in a breath, and her hands went to my chest. I gripped her hips harder. Pulled her closer. “Last chance, Keely. You walk into that cabin, and the too young talk is over.”
I meant it as a warning. To her. To myself. I wasn’t the right thing for her—I was full of damage, lingering darkness, and things I’d never be able to take back. But I was done pretending I was doing the right thing by wanting her. It wasn’t the right thing, but God help me, I couldn’t make myself say the words that would end it before it began.
She gave a little laugh and put her arms around my neck. “I never said I was too young, mountain man. That was you.”
I reached up and took down her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. “You are too young, Keely. Too young. Too innocent. And I’m not going to play nice. I’m not going to be careful.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Now, shut up and take me inside, Griffin.”
I picked her up and carried her inside. She didn’t protest, just laid her hand against my shoulder. The second the door slammed shut, I had her against it. I didn’t waste time with a slow build. I reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.
She was wearing a plain white bra like the one yesterday. I let my gaze devour her. For just a second her arms moved, like they wanted to cross them over her stomach. To hide from me.She caught herself and dropped them to her sides and lifted her chin and looked at me straight on like it cost her something.
It did. I could see that it did.
I didn’t look away. I didn’t rush past it or pretend I hadn’t noticed or give her something soft and reassuring that she could dismiss. I looked—slow and deliberate and completely without apology. The pale skin, the generous curve of her breasts straining against the cotton, the soft give of her stomach, the full flare of her hips. All of it. Every inch she’d been waiting for me to flinch at.
I didn’t flinch.
My cock was so hard it was painful, straining against my jeans, and she was standing there with her arms at her sides and her chin up and her lower lip caught between her teeth and I had never wanted anything the way I wanted to bury myself inside her.
“You have no idea,” I muttered, my fingers slowly working the front clasp of her bra before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “How many times I’ve pictured you like this.”
I bent my head, capturing a nipple with my teeth, and she let out a sound that my cock start leaking. I bit down on the nipple, gripping her soft flesh hard with my hand, pushing it toward me. I was so hungry for her I wanted to put her whole damn breast in my mouth. Sucking the nipple into my mouth, I pulled at the hardened flesh until it was distorted. Then, I turned my attention to the other one, pinching and squeezing the one I’d just devoured.
She threw her head back against the wall as I worked her over with my mouth.
But I wasn’t finished with her yet. My hands found the waistband of her jeans and I unzipped them. I slid my handdown the front of them, curling my hand over her mound. “Are you wet, baby girl? Is this pussy flooded with cream?”
“Yes, Griffin. Now touch me.”
I did, I pushed my finger underneath the lace and groaned when I found out just how wet she really was for me. I slid my finger along her slit, parting her folds before coming back to her clit. I pinched it, making her jump. Her eyes flew open and her gaze locked with mine. I did it again before I started to rub it with my fingers. “Do you like that? Am I getting you all worked up for me?”
Her hands grabbed my shoulders as if she couldn’t stand up by herself anymore. I worked her for a few more minutes, loving the whimpers and moans I was dragging from her body. Finally, I pulled my hand away. “I’ve got to taste you, Keely. I want to lick up all that sweetness.”
I crouched before her, my cock straining. I knew there’d be impressions of the zipper on my skin. I was too damn hard for her. I took her sneakers off and set them aside. Then I reached up and slide her jeans off her body. Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose against her center, breathing her in.
“So damn sweet,” I murmured. I gave her one long lick over the panties then they were sliding down her legs. I parted her with my fingers before moving closer, her pussy pink and glistening.
She let out a small scream when I licked her again, this time deep in her folds.
“Easy, baby.” My hot breath blew over her. “I’m just getting started.”
And I was. I licked her again, and again, drinking up all her juices. My mouth found her bud and I sucked it into my mouth. Her legs started to shake but I held her open with my hands, eating her out.
I circled her hole with my tongue, then thrust it inside. My fingers found her clit and I rubbed hard. I wanted to send her over the edge with my tongue inside her.
“Griffin,” she gasped, tugging at my hair. I didn’t know or care if she wanted me to stop. I was going to make her come.
And she did. In great, big shuddering breaths, her limbs trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I kept touching her, tasting her until the trembling subsided.
I picked her up again, moving her legs around my waist as I carried her to my bed, my hands on her ass, spreading her open. I ran my fingers lightly over her.
Her eyes popped open. “Griffin,” she whispered.
“Easy, baby. I need to know what you like.”
I didn’t lay her down gently. I dropped her onto the quilt and let myself look—really look, no pretending, no more lying to myself about what I wanted. She was built soft and generous in every place that mattered, her curves full and unashamed, her skin pale against the dark quilt. Her breasts were big and full, dark pink areolas surrounding her thick nipples. Her thighs. God, her thighs. Her thighs were thick and soft, and I wanted to spend an hour with my face between them. And between her legs was heaven. Heaven covered by a trimmed nest of dark curves.
