Page 34 of Holding Out

She obeyed.

“Lie back.”

She did, and let her knees fall open, and he groaned.He traced a finger along the top edge of her panties, which sent heat surging to her core.Then along the edges of the vee, and she closed her thighs on his fingers.He cupped her, and she rubbed herself against his palm.And holy, holy, that was sweet friction.

He took his hand away.

“Nooo!”

He laughed at her.

“Griff.”

“Are you always like this?”

She was suddenly insanely self-conscious.She sat up, brought her legs together, crossed her arms.

“Oh, no, hell, no, don’t do that.It’s a good thing.It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.You, all—” He gestured at her.“Flushed and riled up and sprawled out and sopping wet.So fucking hot.”

Ohhhhh.Well, hell yes, then.She uncrossed her arms.Lay back again and let him resume his work.Which he did, running a fingertip along the skinny little strip of damp fabric between her legs.Pausing to nudge it aside and find her clit.Just for a second, but her hips bucked.He knelt.Even that made her wetter.He kissed his way from one knee up her inner thigh and back down the other side.

He settled a kiss on her, through the lace, and she strained for contact.Putting a hand on each of her hips, he held her steady as he teased over the fabric with his lips, nipping and licking and blowing heat.

“Griff.”

“What do you need?”

“More.”

He tugged the ruined underwear down, knelt again, and touched his tongue to her clit.Circled it.Just the tip, then the flat, the tip again, his lips closing over her.She felt his teeth for an instant, and the almost-pain of that doubled her sensation.Then more caresses, his tongue so skilled she froze like she was listening to the feel of it.Besides, he was holding her down so she couldn’t move, even if she’d wanted to.

She was going to come.She could feel it gathering.She was panting, the back of her throat dry with it.One of her hands had fisted the covers, and her heel was dug into the side of the bed.

And then he stopped.

“No!I was going to—”

“You were going to what?”

“Come.I was going to come.”

“I know.That’s why I stopped.”

“No.Fair.”

“I want you to come with me inside you.If you can.”

She knew that wasn’t easy for some women—she’d had enough conversations with friends and read enough books.And if it wasn’t easy for most women, it would probably be even harder for her.

But she had confidence that if anyone could make it happen, it would be Griff.

She reached for his belt buckle again.

“Not yet.”

“But—”

“But what?”he egged her on.

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