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His gaze drifted down to my nipples and his jaw flexed, but he didn’t move his hands. His thighs were barely touching mine and there was no denying that behind his zipper, he was just as interested.

I gripped the table, my hands brushing his as my breath backed up in my chest.

“But if you don’t want this,” he spoke a whisper away from my mouth, “then just say so.” His chest grazed mine and my nipples got impossibly harder.

I could say no.

I should say back off.

Being alone was smarter.

Easier.

I closed my eyes and wanted to whimper. But then I went on my toes and met his mouth with mine.

The table practically vibrated as he dragged in a long breath, but he didn’t press me for more than this meeting of lips.

Savage.

Overwhelming, hard, and soft at the same time.

He poured the tension between us into the kiss, and I let go of the table to press my hands to his belly, then I slid them up to his shoulders as the kiss spun out.

As I let him in.

Chapter 12

Griffin

Complications On Full

Iwanted to make it her decision.

Mine was already a foregone conclusion. A minute, a day, a week, or a month—I’d take whatever at this point.

Forever.

That voice could fuck right off.

I drowned it out with her taste as I wrapped my arms around her until there was no space between us. She went on her toes, hanging onto my shoulders. Annoyed and wanting her even closer, I lifted her off her feet and strode down the stairs to my bedroom.

Those ridiculously strong thighs gripped me as she shifted higher to brace herself on my shoulders. “So, we’re doing this, then?”

“Fucking right we are,” I said against her neck as I dragged my teeth up to her ear. Her hair smelled of me—of my soap and shampoo. My fingertips dug into her denim clad ass, holding her tight against me. The bookcase was still ajar, allowing me to slip right into my bedroom.

She tipped her head to the side to allow me more access to her neck.

My knees bumped into the side of my mattress. I was about to lay her down when she swung her legs down and stood on my bed, grinning down at me. My bed wasn’t too high off the ground, but she definitely had a few inches on me in this position.

She trailed her finger over my lower lip, down my chin, then tipped it up. Her dark eyes locked on mine. “The minute this isn’t fun anymore...”

The minute it wasn’t fun anymore, I’d be toast. Because it could easily be so much more.

But I knew what she needed from me right now.

She didn’t want complications.

And I just wantedher.

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