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If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was almost scared to let go of me. Like if she did, she’d lose me.

Little did she know she could never lose me.

With her body moulded to mine, legs wrapped around my waist, I swam us to shore, away from the danger of the raging storm. Half moving, half focusing on the fevered kisses she pressed to my lips whenever she got the chance. Or my neck and face when I was busy concentrating on propelling us forward. It wasn’t safe to be out in this weather.

When the water shallowed, she kept her hold on me and I carried her to shore. We stopped momentarily, so I could devour her mouth some more before I walked her right to the car, out of the harsh downpour that pelted us.

I could hardly recall opening the door or throwing her in. The only thing holding my attention was her hands on my body and her mouth on mine as she pulled me towards her in the back seat.

Somehow, in my lust-filled daze, I sobered enough to ask, “Are you sure? What about—”

“I don’t care,” she growled, cutting me off. “Just fuck me, Griffin. Right fucking now.”

I obliged.

She was so innocent. So good. And yet those hands, that mouth, those eyes and the way they devoured me … they were bad. Dangerous. And that juxtaposition drove me fucking wild. It broke every tether I had. She broke every tether. Because no one else could do this to me. Make me feel the way she did. Lose control the way she did.

So I devoured her. I took everything she gave me and gave it back tenfold.

Our laboured breathing filled the space. The pitter patter of the rain on the windows and roof of the Jeep the only other noise. A steady, even staccato adding to the anthem of her moans and my groans—the rain so loud that it almost drowned them out. Which would have been a damn shame. The combination was my new favourite sound.

We were so in sync. Whether or not she knew it, our bodies did. And I fucked her to that rhythm. The one we created together. My body singing at the feeling of being inside her once more.

I dreamt of this. What this would feel like again.

Fucking bliss.

Yet even though this moment fulfilled my cravings for her, it wasn’t enough.

I could never get enough.

CHAPTER 35

VENUS

Today’s temptation was unbearable. Because all it did was remind me how much I wanted him again.

After remembering what his capable hands felt like on every surface of my body, it was almost impossible not to get distracted looking at them. Even now, my brain was a jumbled mess as I tried to force myself to focus. To focus on anything but the sensuous movement of his full, impeccable lips or the taut, rippled perfection of his chest that was currently unclothed and on full display with the way he was stretching his back using a wooden staff.

All that covered him was a pair of black shorts, leaving very little to the imagination. Especially when I knew exactly what waited for me underneath—when I felt it so recently and the memory was a fresh imprint in my brain.

Just the thought of those lush lips grazing my body again and the weight of that muscled frame against mine drove me crazy. I didn’t know how on earth we made it work in the Jeep … but damn did it work.

I really hoped I wasn’t currently drooling.

River still wasn’t around this morning, so we trained in the Saint Claire HQ garden instead.

After yesterday’s 'incident', we’d driven back here when the storm cleared. Although, we made the most of the time spent trapped in his car.

We stayed up late with the Knights once we returned, so we crashed for the night, not bothering to make our way back to the Stone homestead. I was more than willing to share a room with Kit and Billie, and grateful for the companionable distraction they provided. Once again, Griffin’s pull was too strong for me to resist and had entirely undermined my plans of waiting until I’d spoken to River. I didn’t know the right way to do this—it wasn’t like there was a guidebook on how to successfully bring a love triangle to an end.

Was there?

If there was, I desperately needed a copy.

Still wanting to at least try to keep to my intentions, I kept busy when we got back.

Apparently neither of us slept properly though, because when I came down to make coffee at an ungodly hour, Griffin was already awake on the couch, spinning his kunai, seemingly deep in thought. The devilish grin he greeted me with when he saw who descended the stairs was enough to send heat coursing through my veins.

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