Page 23 of Griz's Edge

“Sweets, we can either talk, or I can take you to your room and fuck you, your choice.”

Okay, that did not go straight between my legs and make me cream my panties. The huskiness of his voice mixed with the look in his eyes and his fingers stroking my waist, it’s all nearly too much. All right, so it is too much. Way. Way. Way. Too much. He’s going to my head, and it honestly baffles me how easily he gets to me.

“Fine talk,” I snap. I lean back, planting my bottom fully on his legs.

“Why’d you go on a date with Deputy David Riggs?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business. Get to the point of you being here already.”

I just wanted him to finish this conversation and leave.

Griz loses the glimmer of lust in his gaze, his eyes darkening in another way. One I don’t know how to decipher.

“I fucked up, sweets,” he states, his tone deepening further, almost gravelly. “Three weeks ago, I fucked up by not showing up to take you out.”

Well, at least he acknowledges that he screwed up.

“The last bitch I was seeing put out a bogus protective order against me. The club’s lawyer was able to get to the bottom of that shit and get it dismissed. But it all fucked with my head. I ended shit with her because I don’t deal with liars. I can’t stand a liar. I do what I gotta do to protect my club. I didn’t like the fact she didn’t tell me that she was a cop’s daughter, and her old man was going to fuck with the club.”

“I’m not following how she lied.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“She hid the fact that she was a cop’s daughter from me. That in itself was a lie.”

“A lie of omission.” I could understand that.

“Exactly, anyway, I ended things with her. It fucked with me because I did like her. Thought I did, at least. What it was that fucked with me most was that I let a woman get under my skin and close to me. Again, l thought I did. For a while, that’s what I thought. Then you popped by the garage, served me those fuckin’ papers, and damn, if I didn’t learn the difference. Learned it quick, and that alone was enough to fuck with my head all over again.”

“I’m not following,” I tell him. His words are a bit confounding. I mean, sure, I get some of where he’s coming from, but I don’t get the parts about me and how I get under his skin.

“Three weeks ago, I made the decision that I wasn’t going to see where things could go with you. It’s why I fucked up and didn’t show for our date.”

Now, that didn’t make me happy in the least. I didn’t need him telling me this. I already knew. Him saying it now is like him rubbing it in.

“What you gotta get though is I’m here with you now. Because in those weeks, I also learned that I can’t get the taste of your mouth out of my head. I can’t even get the feel of youbeneath me while I sucked your tits in my mouth out of my head. All I keep thinking about is how good you felt under me. How I liked the sounds of your moans. You, sweets,” his fingers of one hand shift upward until he curls his fingers along my neck and pulls me forward, his head tipping back slightly, “you got under my skin in a way I didn’t want to understand. Hell, I wanted to fight it. But I can’t. I want you too damn much to think of anything else.”

With those words leaving his mouth, he claims my lips. His tongue plunges in, and there’s no other way to put it, but what it is, he kisses me thoroughly. Beautifully. I didn’t think a kiss could be like this. Even the one we shared weeks ago holds no resemblance.

Griz shifts us until I’m under him in the same position we’d been in the last time we were here like this.

I whimper into his kiss, loving it, at the same time hating it. I don’t get why. Okay, I do, because I know I’m going to end up giving in to his touch. Giving in to him in every way I know I shouldn’t. He’ll take what he wants from me, then leave me in the dust right alongside every other girl who gives in to a man like him.

Griz needs to get the word heartbreaker tattooed across his head as a warning because that’s exactly what he does to women. He just doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing.

Needing more of him, I tighten my arms around his shoulders and rub myself against him.

Unlike last time, I intend to make sure that the two of us finish what we started. I’m not going to let him leave me longing for him again. Not this time around. I won’t be left burning for him when he’s done with me. I’ll take from him just as he takes from me.

CHAPTER TEN

MARLEY

“We’re moving this to the bedroom. There’s no way I am going to take you on the couch,” Griz snarls, jerking his body away and getting to his feet.

Before I can completely comprehend what he’s saying, Griz has me in his arms. I’ve never in my life been carried in such a way. In fact, no one has ever picked me up. Not since I was a little girl, and my dad would pick me up and twirl me around.

I refuse to pay attention to the fluttering in my stomach and how dainty Griz makes me feel by holding me like this.

The moment we clear my bedroom door and get close to my bed, he lowers me to my feet.

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