Page 9 of Fighting the Forbidden

Somehow, I reach down inside myself and pull up some bravery. Maybe our earlier kiss altered my brain chemistry or unlocked my uninhibited side. “Giving you something to think about later tonight when you’re all alone in your apartment.” I swoop in and press my lips to his.

It’s as if the touch of my lips snaps his self-control. He inhales sharply. His arms band around me, erasing the last few inches between our bodies. The tension in my legs melts away, and I realize my crotch is resting on his erection.

Oh, my. That feels good.

I move my hips, tentative at first. Experimenting. Griff groans, the sound vibrating straight to my core. I rock against him again and again. The sensation is both a tease and a promise of something more to come—if he’ll let me.

“Ah,” I sigh. “Oh.”

“Molly?” His hands grip my hips to stop me, and I let out a cry.

“Don’t.” Oh God, if he stops me, I’ll die. I need more. Something much, much more.

“Molly,” he whispers. His hands leave my hips, sneaking under my shirt, grazing my skin.

“Griff, please,” I whimper.

“What do you need?”

“Uh, I don’t know…more.”

His hands drop back to my hips, holding me down while he slowly grinds up against me.

“Oh. That. Right there.” I wiggle against him, desperate for harder contact. “Please, Griffin.”

Our harsh breaths fill the car.

“Say my name again,” he begs.

Sweat beads along my forehead.

Hot, so hot.

“Griffin.” So much agonizing need passes between us. Everything’s so heightened and intense. My hands curl over his shoulders, digging in while a shot of white-hot pleasure rolls over me.

“Oh my. Wow.” I moan and collapse against him, breathing heavily.

What was that?

My heart’s hammering so hard I’m sure Griff can feel it.

“Griff?” I lift my head, staring into his wide eyes. “Was that…?”

His gaze roams over my face and he squeezes me tighter. “That ever happen to you before?”

“No. Did I...? Was that…?” My cheeks burn. Did I just grind myself into his lap until I…orgasmed?

His lips slide into a lazy smile. “Yeah, I think so.”

Absolutely mortified, I bury my face against his neck and mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice low and strained. “You’re beautiful. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

What crap. I pick my head up and stare at him. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not.” He places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. “Feeling pretty damn proud of myself for making you come while we’re both fully clothed.”

“Really?”

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