Laughter bubbles from her lips. “I won’t tell.”

I place my palms on the bed and stare her down. “All. The. Time.”

“You hid it well, Royal.” She lifts one eyebrow. “I really thought you only saw me as?—”

“Do not say ‘little sister.’” I need her much closer. I press my knee to the mattress and as if she has the same need, she crawls to the end of the bed, meeting me.

She lifts her chin, her gaze searching my face. “One of the guys?”

“Absolutely not.” I stroke my knuckles over her cheek. “I didn’t want to be a creep and make you feel weird. Besides, I can control myself.” I tease my fingers under her T-shirt and tug it up. “Sort of.”

Molly

Am I an idiot for believing Griff?

I’ve known him for most of my life. Utter sincerity shines in his eyes.

I lift my arms, allowing him to strip off my T-shirt. “I wish I’d known sooner.” It would’ve spared me a lot of pain if I’d known he wasn’t hooking up with all those other girls.

“Molly.” He tosses my shirt aside and cups my cheeks, his warm, rough hands so gentle against me. “I love you. Every single, little thing about you.” His deep, hypnotic voice simmers over my skin.

“I love you too.” The throb of desire pulses between my legs again. “No more talking about you-know-who though.”

“It’s just you and me here.” His smoldering gaze traces the lines of my body. “You’re all I want.”

Griff probably knows me better than anyone. With him, my confidence soars. A deep, specific need to satisfy him thrums through my chest. To give him the same pleasure he gave me.

But damn, I’m not sure what to do. I reach for him, my fingers clumsily skating over his rigid cock. His body jerks, and he gasps against my lips.

Warmth spreads over my skin at the effect I have on him. “Please? I want to taste you. Will you show me what you like?”

“Yeah.” He groans and closes his hand over mine, guiding me to grip him at the base.

His sharp exhale ricochets around our hotel room. “Your hands on me are perfect.” He pushes his hips forward, sliding against my grip. So smooth but hard.

My mouth waters. I’ve never wanted to do this before. Too much fear or embarrassment stopped me. Or Griff’s the only person I’ve cared about enough to be this vulnerable with. I’ve certainly never trusted anyone more than I trust him.

Excitement shivers along my spine. He’s large and thick. My fingers curl around him and squeeze, then slide. Again and again.

“Just like that,” he whispers.

Eager, I lean in and slide my cheek along him, nuzzling and kissing.

His legs tremble. From just my small touches?

Without taking my hand off him, I move back. “Lie down.”

He stretches out in the middle of the bed and tucks his hands behind his head. “Now what, Muffin?” The cocky edge to his voice returns, prodding something competitive inside me. I want to bring him to gasping, shuddering breaths again.

“Tell me what you like.” I arrange myself between his legs and curl my fingers around him in a surer grip this time.

His hot gaze roams from my face to where I’m stroking him. “I like you naked and touching me.”

Fire races over my skin, hardening my nipples.

“Everything you do,” he continues. “Every movement you make turns me on.”

Instead of answering with words, I lean down and swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock.