Page 776 of End Game

Not concern.

I know Griffin's concerned face very well. There is usually a line between his eyebrows and some version of are you sure sitting behind his eyes.

This isn't that.

This is hunger.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

He reaches up and wraps one hand around the back of my neck, not pulling yet.

“Baby girl.”

The rasp in his voice slides directly between my thighs.

“Yes?”

His thumb moves against my skin.

“You want me to use your mouth?”

Everything inside me tightens.

Not because the question surprises me.

Because Griffin almost never asks like that in front of other people.

Blunt.

Dirty.

Like he already knows what answer he wants and is only waiting to make sure mine matches.

I look at him.

“Yes.”

His grip tightens.

“Say it.”

Fuck.

“Yes. I want you to use my mouth.”

Griffin kisses me once.

Not gently.

Then his hand moves into my hair and guides me down.

I don't resist.

Not even a little.

By the time my knees hit the mat, my head is already swimming again.