Page 148 of Fighting the Forbidden

Griff sweeps his gaze over me, his forehead wrinkling. “I’m happy to just hold you, though, too. If that’s what you want.” He plucks the shower cap off my head and tosses it toward the sink, then swipes one of the towels off the rack and gently rubs it over my shoulders.

“No, uh, I’m down for the pussy licking.” I flash a quick smile.

His lips twist into a wicked grin. “That’s my girl.” He tosses the towel on the floor and grabs my hand, pulling us out of the bathroom. “Fuck it. Come on.”

Laughing, I hurry to keep up with him.

In the bedroom, he stops. His wild gaze flicks around the space. He stares at the low dresser, a small round table and chair shoved in the corner, then finally, the mattress.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He eyes the table again. “I want to spread you out on something a little higher.”

“The table looks wobbly,” I warn.

“Okay, so no to the table.” He nudges me toward the bed.

I press my knee to the mattress and glance at him over my shoulder. “Is this where you want me?”

“God, yes.”

I crawl into the center of the big bed, taking my time. He groans and mutters a curse. A white-hot bolt of arousal obliterates my last bit of hesitation.

“Lie back,” he rasps.

“Like this?” I stretch my arms over my head, arch my back, lift my knees, and cross my legs at the ankles.

“Yes.” The bed dips. “Hand me those pillows.”

I grasp one of the big, fluffy white rectangles and toss it to him, then another.

He strokes his fingers along my calves. “Lift your hips for me.”

It takes a second to work out what he’s asking, but finally, I dig my heels into the fluffy comforter and lift enough for him to stuff the pillows under me. It’s still not quite what he wants, though. He hooks his arms under my knees and drags me closer.

“Put your legs over my shoulders.”

“Griff!” I protest, but he urges me forward and drapes my legs over his shoulders.

The slow tingle of embarrassment travels over my cheeks. I press my hand against my eyes.

“No.” He squeezes my butt. “Watch me.”

I peek through my fingers and find him staring at me from between my legs. He wiggles his tongue against me and electricity zips over my skin. My hips jerk. My eyes squeeze shut again.

“No. Eyes on me,” he says in a firm but gentle tone.

I focus on him again.

“That’s my girl.” He squeezes my hips, holding me up. “Move your body. Show me what feels good.”

He flattens his tongue against me and waits. Experimentally, I roll my hips, then circle while pressing my heels into his back for leverage.

“Mm-hmm,” he encourages.

I circle once more, chasing a tingling sensation. “Oh.”

He adds pressure and I gasp again. “There!”

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