Page 50 of Holding Out

He moved down the couch in a flash until she could feel the warmth of his body and smell the spicy goodness of whatever the fuck made him good enough to eat.“Take it back,” he commanded.

“Take what back?”

“Theno.”

She closed her eyes.She had never felt anything like this.She had always sort of wondered what all the fuss was.And now she knew.She didn’treallyhave to give it up yet, did she?

“I take it back,” she whispered.

“Say it.Say yes.”

“Yes,” she said.

It was such a small word but it had so much power.Everything went into slow motion, so the time it took for him to move was long enough for her mouth to go dry and her body to open and melt.Then he grabbed her and pulled her leg over his so that she was straddling him.The breath whooshed out of her, which made him smile for real.He took her face in both his big hands and kissed her.The feel of his mouth—hot, knowing, and familiar—pulled a whimper out of her, and he groaned his response.

She pulled back.

“Do we need to make new ground rules?”she asked innocently.

He cupped the back of her head and drew her back into a kiss, inviting her to open and teasing her with his talented tongue until she discovered she was gripping his arms and rocking against the erection that was fully in evidence under his jeans.If he wasn’t going to make rules, she wasn’t going to either.Not with that cock between her legs.She wedged herself closer so she could rub the seam of her jeans against the bulge in his.He cupped a hand around her breast and found her nipple through her t-shirt.The combination of the denim-on-denim friction between her legs and the spark he had set off through her center—piled on top of all the fantasizing she’d done about him since Saturday night—was potent.She was going to come just like this, rubbing off on him, in ten more seconds.And she couldn’t make herself stop.

“Don’t stop,” he said, like he could read her thoughts, and that just made it worse, the perfect friction, the building heat, the gathering tension, and she tipped right over, biting the crap out of his shoulder and pounding one fist against the couch.

“Jesus,” he said.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she said when she could talk.

“Nothing,” he agreed.

“I just was never with anyone who actually turned me on before.”

The orgasm had loosened her lips—what she’d said was one notch more serious than she’d meant it to be—but it was alsotrue,and he didn’t seem to mind.He was cupping her face and exploring its terrain with his calloused fingers, and holycrapthat light touch felt good.Her body was already tuned in and ready to respond to him again.

“So you’re not still hot for the prehistoric guy?”he demanded.

“Jondalar who?”

And she wasn’t kidding.If the King of First Rites himself walked through the front door right now?She’d tell him she was busy.

She eased off Griff a little, just enough that she could outline the big, hot shape of him under his jeans.He made a rough sound that reminded her that he was still waiting for his turn.

“I missed out on the whole high school hand-jobs-in-backs-of-cars thing,” she said.“Do you mind if I catch up?”

He groaned.“Are youkiddingme?”

“Youarea full-service operation.”

“End to end,” he quipped, as she went after the button and zipper of his jeans and freed him so he sprang up in her hand.She’d held several penises but his was definitely the winner.It was the longest and thickest she’d seen, the cut head a deep red, the slit wet with precum, and the whole thing as soft as velvet to the touch and as hard as steel underneath.

She gave it a few experimental strokes.His head tipped back and his eyes fell closed.Two more and his mouth opened in a silent groan and his hand found hers so he could show her how tight he wanted it—tight—and how fast—slower than she would have guessed.

She stroked him until he started thrusting into her hand and she was no longer in control of the speed and all she could was hold on.He throbbed and swelled in her palm and then came with a silent shout, his head thrown back, his body tense under hers, his hand reaching to cup himself and contain the mess.

At least that mess they could clean up.The mess that they were creating by prolonging Operation V-Card?Well, she wasn’t so sure about that one.

She was, however, sure of one thing: She wasn’t going to give up the way Griff could make her feel until she had to.

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