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His brows crease in confusion before relaxing again. “I was talking to a friend about Sophie, about leaving Nevada.”
I’m so happy I could cry. Then I realize I am because Griffin wipes a tear from my cheek, then replaces it with his lips.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you all day. All week in fact. Then when you brought up the annulment, I thought you didn’t feel the same, but you do. You were just scared.”
His hands lift to the stone behind me, bracketing either side of my head. Then he leans closer. His voice is as smooth as creamer being poured into a glass of cold brew. The way the cream gently seeps into the coffee, eventually dispersing to take over completely.
“Emma, I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you on the rooftop in Vegas. That hasn’t changed. The whole friend thing was my attempt to keep you at a distance. To fight every urge I had to touch you, to kiss you, to claim you as mine. Waking up next to you has quickly become the best part of my day, even when I was sleeping on the floor. And after only a handful of days, I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.” One hand moves to my chest, his long fingers splay out against my collarbone. His gentle touch tickles my skin as his fingers work their way up the front of my neck where they massage me there. The pressure of his fingers against my neck increases until he’s got a firm grip. I can breathe, easily, but the way he’s touching me, the intensity of his eyes, that’s what steals my breath. “Before, I was skeptical because it seemed impossible that a wild night in Vegas could lead me to the woman I was meant to love and cherish for the rest of my life.”
His words are unraveling me. All I want to do is touch him. And I want his hands all over me. I can feel his hard length pressing against my stomach.
My attempt to move forward, to lift my face up toward his is prevented by the possessive hold he has on my neck.
“Your turn, Emma.” He caresses my collarbone with his thumb. “What did youwant to tell me?”
It’s a redo of the conversation we were supposed to have on Wednesday, but didn’t.
“I found a couple of condos I wanted you to look at,” I tell him.
He nods, his lips are flat, but I can see the warmth there in his eyes. “And why would you want me to do that?”
“Because I want you to move in with me.”
“That’s interesting.” His lips pull into a small smile. “Tell me more.”
“And I think we should stay married.”
His lips twitch. “I like where this is going.”
“Oh,” I take a deep breath, “and I want you to fuck me right now.”
“Good girl.” He growls before taking my mouth with a searing kiss. His hands tangle in my hair, his tongue lashes against mine. But I want more.
My fingers encircle his other forearm where I guide it to my breast. But he doesn’t grasp me like I want him to. His touch is featherlight and agonizingly gentle. I reach between us, palming him through his pants, then my hands reach for his belt, showing him how desperate I am for him. I think I’m going to die if he isn’t inside me soon.
But he doesn’t let me get it unbuckled, instead, he takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine, then hurries us up the path and toward our room. Shaking hands swipe the key card to open the door. The warmer air greets us as the door closes behind us with a loud click.
With our feelings out in the open, I feel relief, but I’m also a bundle of nerves. We’re going to have sex!Finally.
Inside, Griffin’s hand grips the back of my neck as he pulls me to him.
With my body flush against his, his erection presses into me through the thin fabric of my dress.
He holds me there, tracing his thumb slowly over my lips before lowering his mouth to gently brush against mine. It’s unhurried and agonizing. After the weeks of buildup we’ve had, I expected this moment to be like lighting a stick of dynamite. The only possible outcome is an explosion.
My fingers rush to his shirt buttons. I’m dying to touch him, but Griffin’s hands swiftly claim my wrists. In the next second I’m against the wall with my hands pinned above my head.
“I only get you for the first time once.” He dips his head again, this time his mouth closes over my bottom lip, tugging the flesh between his teeth before he releases it and licks me there. “I want to savor this.”
His muscular thigh pushes between my legs. When he shifts forward and presses into my center, I gasp with how good the friction feels.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me give you what you need?” he asks.
The liquid heat those words cause to pool between my legs is my body’s answer, but I voice it, too, to let him know that I want everything he’s willing to give me.
“Yes.”
My response prompts Griffin’s hands to start a slow descent, his fingertips grazing over the sensitive skin on the underside of my arms. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably giggle, but my body has shut that part of my brain off. Its sole mission is tofeelGriffin.
