Page 46 of Counterfeit Connection

“Can we add this to the contract?” she asks me breathily.

Chapter 14

Kaitlyn

I’ve always been a careful woman. I guard my heart and my body as best I can because no one likes to be hurt. I am a risk taker, in a certain sense, but not in situations like this.

But I can’t deny this any longer. I want Griffin Shaw more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Seeing him in my bed with Marilyn was the last straw. It was the deciding factor. He’s too intoxicating and I’m ready to get drunk off him.

“Can we add this to the contract?” I ask.

“Absofuckinglutely,” he growls and smashes our lips back together.

I moan into his mouth when it parts and our tongues find one another. We are a mess of hands, mouths, scratches, sighs, and groans.

He grabs the ends of my hair and begins to twist, winding the strands around his fist until he has full control of my head. He yanks it back and exposes my arched neck, which he happily begins to feast on.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper as goosebumps spread from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

“Someone likes their neck bitten, I see,” he says and his voice vibrates into my ear. It tickles a little and makes me grind down into his lap.

“I likeyou,”I clarify, clawing at the buttons of his shirt. “Take this off.”

“Shred it. Tear it to bits. I don’t fucking care,” he growls.

Every part of me wants him. My body. My head. Even my heart. I’ve never wanted anything more. I tug a little too hard in anticipation, having the buttons of his shirt clatter to the floor. A subtle chuckle vibrates from inside his chest. I can feel the corners of his lips turn up against my skin. “It was a figure of speech. However, I’m more than fine that you took me literally.”

He pulls himself up, his hand still guiding my head, his fingers pulling and twisting in my hair. Griffin’s now stunningly bare chest is pressed against my breasts. The heat from his body is nearly overwhelming. As I try to catch any bit of air I can, his free arm tugs around my waist, pulling me so tight I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

Then, surprising me, he stands, taking me with him then placing me gently on my feet. I groan in disappointment.

He laughs at me. “Greedy and impatient. Duly noted.” He cups my face in his hands and kisses me again. I could lose myself in these kisses. Hell, maybe I will.

“Get this off of me,” I tell him, tugging at the baggy tee I had tossed on when I changed clothes.

“And demanding,” he adds with a grin before doing what I asked.

I can feel each of his fingertips gliding along my skin as he brings the cotton shirt up my body and over my head, before tossing it to the floor behind me. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, so I feel his gaze on my chest instantly. In any other circumstance, I’d feel self-conscious, but there’s something about this man that makes me feel bold.

It’s only heightened when he sinks to his knees to peel my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I feel like I’m on fire. I’ve never been this turned on.

He looks up at me from his knees as I slide my hand through his hair, stopping him before he tries to stand.

“Kiss me,” I say breathily.

He smirks before leaning forward and placing gentle kisses along my pelvic bone, before giving my clit the same treatment.

I look up to the ceiling, letting my hair cascade down my back and mewl at the sensation. “Mmmmmmm.”

He takes his time with me. I feel each flick of his tongue, each swirl, and each kiss. My heart feels like it may pound out of my chest.

I can’t wait any longer. I want him. I want all of him.

I make that clear, pulling him back up and throwing myself around him, smashing my lips to his.

In one swift move, he tosses me to my back on the bed and settles between my spread thighs. Somewhere along the way, he tossed the remains of his shirt to the floor.

I reach up and trace the lines of his abdomen with my fingernails. This man must have been carved from marble. He’s perfect. I’m literally shaking in anticipation and could combust with every touch.

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