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"Seems pretty fucking simple to me right now." I whisper as I nuzzle her cheek and breathe her in. The scent of her arousal mixed with the chlorine and cold winter air is intoxicating. God. I’ve missed her.

She trembles against me, a shaky exhale which gusts over my lips.

Silence stretches between us, taut and electrified. I can practically feel her warring with herself, desire battling reason. Her nails dig into my chest through my shirt.

She finally speaks, the words barely a whisper. "God help me, I can't tell you to stop."

14

SIERRA

Water drips onto the hardwood floor, my towel is barely clinging to my body. My skin is still heated from the hot tub, but now, it’s burning with something else entirely. Griffin’s broad shoulders are tense, muscles shifting under his shirt. The intensity in his eyes makes the air feel heavy, and thick. His jaw clenches, and I can see the tension in the muscles of his neck, in the way his hands flex at his sides like he’s trying to hold himself back.

But my feet are rooted to the spot, and my towel slips to the floor, pooling around my ankles. He doesn’t even spare it a glance as his heated gaze meets mine.

“Griffin,” I breathe out, my voice hoarse.

He cuts me off with a kiss, his mouth crushing into mine, consuming me. His hands fist in my wet hair, angling my head so he can deepen the kiss.

I’m consumed by his touch, by the feel of his lips on mine after all these years. I moan into his mouth as his tongue slips past my lips, tangling with mine in a dance we know all too well.

Desire uncoils low in my belly, and my body arches toward him like a magnet drawn to its source. Our kisses turn desperate, and frantic as we both make up for lost time.

His hands glide over my bare skin, his rough palms skimming over my curves, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I gasp as he cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. He groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.

"Fuck, Sierra," he breathes against my lips. "I've missed this. Missed you."

The words pierce through the haze of lust, and I pull back slightly, searching his face. His dark eyes are hooded, blazing with desire, but there's a rawness there too, an aching vulnerability I haven't seen in years. Not since...

I shake my head, banishing the painful memories. I can't think about that now. Can't let the ghosts of our past overshadow this moment.

"Griffin," I whisper, my hands sliding up his chest to curl around his neck. "Please..."

He understands my unspoken plea. In one swift motion, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. We tumble onto the mattress, a tangle of heated limbs and urgent kisses. His shirt disappears, then his pants, until there's nothing between us but skin.

I let my hands roam his body, relearning every hard plane and defined ridge. He's changed over the years, more muscle, more scars, but he's still Griffin. Still the man who can set my blood on fire with a single touch.

He settles between my thighs, his hardness pressing against my core. I moan, arching up to meet him, desperate for more contact, more friction. He rocks his hips, teasing me with shallow thrusts that make me whimper.

"Please, Griff," I pant, nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you."

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs.

He claims my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he enters me in one deep stroke. I gasp at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, our ragged breaths mingle in the charged air between us.

Then he starts to move, slow at first, almost reverently. Like he's savoring every slide of our joined bodies. But soon the tempo builds, his thrusts become harder, faster, more demanding. I meet him every step of the way, as my hips rise up to take him deeper.

The world narrows to this moment, the slap of flesh against flesh, the broken moans and grunts, the coiling pressure building at the base of my spine. I'm lost to it, lost to him, my mind blissfully blank of anything but pleasure.

His hand slips between us, his fingers find my clit and start rubbing in tight circles. I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as the sensations overwhelm me. He keeps up his relentless pace, driving into me over and over again, pushing me closer to the edge.

His thrusts become erratic, his fingers pressing harder against my clit as he chases his own release. I writhe beneath him, teetering on the precipice, my thighs shaking with the effort to hold back.

"That's it, baby," he rasps against my ear. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock."

His filthy words are my undoing. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my walls clenching around him as ecstasy crashes over me in relentless waves.

“Oh, Sierra. Fuck,” he mumbles out with a slew of other curses. He follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside me, his hips jerking with the force of his own climax.

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