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I bury my face in her neck, luxuriating in the moment. With a sigh, she rubs a hand over the back of my head and arches her back. I take the hint and lower to take the other nipple into my mouth.

I circle the bud with my tongue, taking my time, until she grasps my arms and attempts to pull me back.

“Griff, I need you.”

One last pull with my mouth, and I release her. “What do you need, baby?” With her hips propped up on the pillow, they’re at the perfect angle when I grip my cock and rub the crown through her wetness, teasing her clit and her entrance.

With a roll of her hips, she does her best to spear herself with my length, but I shift, depriving her.

“Griffin.” She whines, eyes closed and head tipped back. “Stop teasing me.”

“Are you aching for me, Brynn?”

She nods, and I kiss her pouty lips.

“Need me to fill this perfect pussy and fuck it like it belongs to me?”

Another whimper and buck of her hips.

“Then lift those lashes, baby. I want those gorgeous eyes on me when I make you mine.”

When she blinks those lids open, I give her what she wants, thrusting into her, sliding home.

Chapter seventeen

Brynn

The sound Griffin makes when he fills me is primal—this deep, guttural groan that sends a shiver coasting down my spine. I fixate on that noise, add it to the list in my memory bank of all the other male utterances he’s made tonight. The dirty words flowing from his mouth like the most sinful promises. The compliments and praise he’s lavished on me so freely.

It comes as no surprise that Racy Lacey is a loquacious lover. And I love it; each grunt or husky command turns me on as much as his touches. Sex with Jack was a subdued, quiet obligation. But with Griffin? It’s a hot, unrestrained necessity.

I’m wanton and needy and desperate to please him.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Above me, those blue-gray eyes are focused, full of desire as he levers his hips and pulls out a few inches, only to glide back in to the hilt. Testing, holding back. He’s big, but my body was more than ready to take all of him.

I love the way he stretches me. The intensity of his gaze as he thrusts, slow, shallow to start, makes my nerves tingle and increases the slickness that eases his motion. He kisses me, tender and unhurried, his lips coaxing mine open. And when his tongue mimics the lazy movement of his hips, a spike of pleasure consumes me, making me clench my inner muscles around his hardness.

He tears his lips away with a growl. “You keep that up, and I’ll finish before we even get started.”

When I give him an unbridled smile, he stills, ceasing the motion of his hips, and regards me.

“You are so goddamn beautiful.”

“Griff.”

“When you smile at me like that, it robs the fucking air from my lungs.”

Unbidden, tears line my eyes, but I blink them away.

Griffin doesn’t miss them, though. “All right?”

I nod and press my lips to his.

“There’s no rush, professor. If you need a break or to stop…”

Another thing missing from sex with Jack? A deep connection. The comfort that comes with knowing that my partner is fully present, in the moment, with me.

I shake my head. “I want this. I want you.” The same words I gave him when he asked me to be his in the middle of an empty football field.

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