Page 24 of Griz's Edge

“Strip, sweets, I wanna see all of you,” Griz states while removing his cut and toeing off his boots.

Oh my.

My eyes follow his movements as he sets his cut on my nightstand. He places the hat he seems to always have on with it. His shirt is the next to go, and I find myself struggling to breathe at the sight of his magnificent chest, bare of any hair. I knew he was fit, but I didn’t realize that under his fitted tee.

Damn, my panties which were already wet, become soaked at just the sight of him. He’s glorious, and for at least tonight . . . he’s mine.

“You’re not getting naked, Marley. I don’t want to have to rip those pretty clothes off you, baby, but I will if you don’t strip them off right now.”

A tingling shiver rushes down my spine at the husky tone of his voice.

“And if I want you to rip them off me?” I ask at the same time, reaching for the hem of my blouse.

“Sweets, you want me to ruin those pretty clothes? I’ve got no problem doing just that,” he says, hands going to his belt.

Griz’s eyes go to my chest as the shirt clears over my breasts, and I draw it over my head. Dropping it to the floor, I lift one booted foot to unzip the side. “This is only going to be a one-time thing,” I decide to inform him, letting the boot fall from my foot and doing the same to the other.

Griz’s gaze snaps back up to mine, and one of his brows cocks, giving him a cockier appearance. “Is that so?”

“It is.”

There’s no way it can be more than that. I won’t let it. This man could end up hurting me. Not just physically, if he so wished, but emotionally.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, stepping into my space, hands on my hips. Dipping his head down, Griz brushes his nose against mine. “We’ll just see about that.”

Between one breath and the next, I find myself going backward, falling onto my back.

Griz comes with me, his arms going to the buttons of my jeans. “We’ll start by seeing just how good I can make you feel.”

Wow.

“I am serious about what I said. One time, Griz. That’s it.”

Griz’s eyes flash with something I’m unsure of how to describe it. Maybe lust mixed with frustration. Or maybe both of those with determination. Yeah. That has to be it.

“We’ll see about that.”

Before I can say anything further, his lips are on mine, his tongue sliding in past my parting lips. Everything moves at the speed of lightning, yet still slow enough, I feel every touch as if it were hitting each cell in my body.

Griz uses his hands to toy with my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples. His lips break away from my mouth and he peppers one kiss after another along my jaw, down the side of my neck, between my breasts, trailing downward to my pelvis.

With his fingers at my breasts, he lowers his head even farther and slides his tongue right across my clit.

“Oh God.” My body involuntarily bucks at the simple touch of his tongue.

Griz tweaks one nipple between two fingers while lowering the fingers of his other hand down my stomach to join his tongue in tormenting me further.

With tongue and fingers, he toys with my entrance. One finger slides through the juices, dips inside, hooks, and hits just the right spot that draws a lengthy moan from my lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, sweets?”

“Yes,” I breathe unable to speak properly. The sensations are nearly overwhelming, but it feels oh-so good.

“Wanna feel even better?” he asks, sliding a second finger inside to join the first. “Wanna feel like you’re gonna die if you don’t have that next bite of pleasure I can give you?”

Fingers scissor inside me, touching just right, drawing a gasp from me.

“I take that as a yes.” Griz chuckles.

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