Page 79 of On The Rocks

I gasped as the kiss went deeper and his lips coasted to my neck and shoulder, as his fingers slipped under the borrowed shirt to my skin. I shivered as the callouses on the tips of his fingers zipped along the skin of my breasts, then skimmed my nipples.

My head fell back, and his lips raced over to my shoulder, while his fingers made trails over my breasts around my back to my hips then back to the start. Restless with the teasing touches, I arrowed to the one thing I wanted.

I cupped him through the cotton, then dipped under to curl my fingers around his thick shaft and up to find him so damn ready for me. I dropped down to a crouch and he tried to drag me back up, but I had a goal.

I wanted him in my mouth.

He drove me so damn crazy without the least bit of effort and I wanted to show him what it was like. I peeled back the cotton and took the tip of him between my lips, then took even more.

His thighs went rigid, and his fingers sunk into my hair. “Lennon.”

I hummed as I took him deeper. I focused on the salt and the warmth of him as I stroked and licked until his fingers tangled in the waves of my hair. The universal read on a man. The tightness of his muscles then his shuddered breath steered me in the right direction. But then it was about his soft oaths and the way his hips thrust forward into the pleasure.

It wasn’t just knowing my technique. It was falling into him.

Into justthismoment.

My jaw ached as I kept dragging him to the edge before easing back. I dropped to my knees as the angle drew him in deeper, and I relaxed to take what I could.

He dragged my head back and stared down at me, his eyes wild with lust. My nails of one hand dug into his perfect ass as I worked him until there was nothing but our gazes locking on each other.

Until he finally let go.

Until all of him was mine.

I took him deep and drained him. When I let him go, his chest was heaving, and the room was a little dark around the edges. I didn’t realize just how revved up I got from owning this moment.

Thisman.

Then he dragged me up off the floor and into his arms. The bed was close, and he tumbled me onto my back. Finally, he pushed up that shirt over my head as he worshipped my breasts with his mouth, and the soft bristles of his beard. He slid his thick thigh between my legs and nudged me open so he could lay between them.

“You obliterated my brain,” he said against the underside of my breast before he dragged his chin over my belly. He dragged down the matching lace thong and when it got stuck on my ankle, he rose on his knees to tug it free, then he caught my leg and took a quick nip at my ankle.

The sudden bubble of laughter broke some of the spell that had fallen over us. He grinned down at me, then he flipped me over onto my belly.

“Hey!”

He straddled my thighs, and one big hand clapped down on an ass cheek. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” Those rough hands dug into my muscles of my lower back and up to my shoulders.He hovered over me, his rapidly recovering cock digging against my ass. “You tried to detach my brain from my head with that spicy mouth of yours.” He tugged at my ear. “How am I not supposed to want all of you when you do that?”

“I’m not the first woman to suck the top of your head off, ace.”

He dragged his bearded chin across the sweep of my shoulder, then back to my neck. He pushed my hair to the side to get to me, his voice little more than a rumble of sound. “You keep trying to make this nothing more than a good workout, but you know it’s not. You know you crave my touch,” his hand tucked under my belly to dip between my thighs, “as much as I crave yours.”

He pressed his cock against my ass, dragging it ever closer to my pussy, but then he leaned over to the bedside table.

I groaned at how close he was, and then I felt something drop onto my back.

I craned my neck and saw his hair was just as wild as mine. The curls falling over his forehead endearingly. But then his eyes met mine and there was nothing sweet there.

The laughter was gone, and in its place was that intense Griffin that made me shiver.

I rolled my hips, and he cursed when the tip of his cock slid forward. My body wanted to arch back and get him inside me, which only made me even more unhinged.

I shouldn’t want this that badly.

Especially without protection.

I dropped my head onto my arms, pushing the pillows out of my way as my body burned for him. The rip of plastic and the snap of latex made me arch my back. “Griffin.”

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