Page 139 of Fighting the Forbidden

“Me too.” She moves her hand lower. “You exceed all imagination.”

Her fingers graze my cock. My entire body jolts. A deep groan rumbles through my chest. Why the fuck’d I go with compression boxer briefs under the tux? My dick’s practically choking to death under the tight fabric.

“Careful,” I warn in a strangled rasp.

I turn so I’m facing her, dislodging her hand. “Kiss me.” I cup her cheek and press my lips to hers, cutting off her response.

Sweet, needy little moans vibrate from deep in her throat. She wiggles closer and throws one of her legs over mine. I slide my hand down her back to her hip, then squeeze her butt, drawing her impossibly closer.

Breathing hard, I pull away and stare at her face. “What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me.” She curls her fingers around the back of my neck and attempts to drag me close again, but I hold firm.

“Where?” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “Here?”

She doesn’t move.

I lower my hand and cup her breast. “Here?” I sweep my thumb over the cup of her padded bra.

She gasps and pulls away to give me room.

“You like that?” I push the cup of her bra down and tease my thumb over her nipple. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I like that. A lot.”

I roll the hard little tip between my thumb and index finger, then lower my head to flick my tongue against it. “Like that?”

She whimpers and nods. I can’t get over how sensitive she is. Every touch seems to overwhelm her. I roll her to her back and free her other breast.

“How about here?” I suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Ah!” She arches off the bed.

I release her with a soft, sucking pop. “Too much?” I feather one finger between her breasts, admiring a few scattered freckles dusting her skin.

“No. Please. Do it again.”

“Yeah,” I rasp, slowly dragging my tongue around one nipple, then the other. “That’s what I want to hear.”

“Oh.” Her body tenses, arches, and twists under me as I continue kissing and licking each breast. “Griff.”

“Hmm?” I kiss my way down her ribs and stop to dip my tongue into her belly button, then rest my cheek on her stomach.

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” I slowly stroke my fingers over the piece of satin between her legs. It’s already soaking wet. I tilt my head to see her face. “It feels like you do.”

She groans, bites her lip, and nods.

I need more words from her but taking the slow route is so much fun.

“You remember that night in my car? Parked in front of your house?” I stroke my knuckles against her slit, back and forth, back and forth.

“Uh-huh.” She inhales a shaky breath.

“The way you ground yourself against me until you came?”

Pink splotches dot her cheeks. “Yes.”

I close my eyes for a second, savoring the memory. “That was so fucking hot. I think about it all the time.”

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