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Then her mouth swallowed his cock, sucking and licking, and he could do nothing but do as she said—lay back and relax. For a small moment in time, nothing mattered but the pleasure zinging through his body. Not the aches and pains covering every inch of him. Not the problems making her life hell. Not the fact he feared he’d lose her one day—and not from her psycho brother.
She moved effortlessly. Her mouth and tongue did things that had him pumping his hips, needing more, wanting more, but also wanting it to last even longer. His hands touched her head, holding her in place, as if afraid she’d stop. Yet not tightly, not wanting her to think she had to continue. His low groans mingled with her sweet moans as she continued the assault on his cock. To the point he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to come. Oh, god.” He grabbed her head to move her, yet her lips tightened around him, sucking even harder.
He groaned, his entire body taut with bliss as it spread throughout him. She sucked every last drop that spilled from him, then light, feather-like kisses trailed up his chest. Her head rested against him.
His hand wove up and down her back, his eyes closed, his body spent.
The words ‘I love you’ sat on his lips. He wanted to shout it out. He wanted to hear it in return. He wanted to move her out of this house and into his.
Instead, he kissed the top of her head, then let the effects of the day take over, and fell asleep.
13
“Go on.I’ll take care of this,” Griffin said, kissing her lightly and forcing himself not to push her out of her own house.
Her foot tapped incessantly as they stood near the front door. “I should help.”
He framed her face, staring into her gorgeous emerald eyes. Oh, how he wished they could rewind the morning to an hour earlier when she was curled in his embrace and he was loving her as if it would be the last time.
“I’m going to check the alarm out, do a bit of digging to see if anyone was inside the house. You don’t need to be here for that. Juliet’s expecting you. I got this. I don’t want you to worry about anything.”
“Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me and I did change the towel yesterday.”
“And maybe you didn’t.” He dropped his hands, grasping hers. “It doesn’t hurt to make sure. Now stop worrying and have a wonderful day at the cafe. I’ll see you after work.”
She hesitated, then nodded, kissing him before leaving. He watched her from the doorway as she pulled out of the driveway and disappeared from his view.
Griffin shut the door and searched the house, checking windows—something he’d done last night before they went to bed. He messed with the alarm, confident it was working correctly. Nothing seemed amiss with the security of the house. But someone had gotten in somehow. With Darrian’s attorney in town, he was afraid of who the culprit was. Though why he’d mess with her towel was odd.
After calling the alarm company and finding out someone used the code to get inside the house in the late morning, his body went rigid with tension.
Damn it!
Someone had been in the house.
He didn’t enter it and he knew Eve had been at work. No one else had the passcode to her house. Even if, say, Juliet had the code, she had no reason to enter Eve’s house. Not even Stan, the guy who installed the alarm, knew the code.
Griffin stood near the door, looking around. How did the person get in? How did they know the code? If he changed the code, would they figure it out again? He was missing something. Something vital, and it irked him the answer wasn’t glaring in his face.
Thirty minutes later, after going window to window, slower this time, he was nowhere closer to an answer than he was before.
A knock on the door stopped his intense thoughts.
Duke stood on the other side when he opened it.
“Sherry said you wouldn’t be coming in today after the fight with Dicky yesterday. How are you feeling?”
“Better today.” Thanks to a beautiful woman with soft, tender hands. “How’d you know where to find me?”
Duke’s brows rose as if saying, “Seriously?” “You didn’t answer the door when I knocked on your house. I figured I’d try Eve’s first before leaving. I stopped in at the cafe. I heard about the”—he shrugged— “towel incident when she was chatting with Juliet. Find anything?”
“Not a damn thing. Stan looked up the records, and it shows someone punched in the code yesterday, late morning. So someone was in here. I can’t figure out how they know the code. Eve picked the code, but the numbers mean nothing to her.”
Duke propped a hand to his hip. “So the dick lawyer couldn’t have guessed it?”
“I don’t think so, but I’m not ruling him out. How’d you hear about him?”
