Page 22 of Mocha Kisses

“Tell me not to kiss you, Luna.”

I answer him by angling my chin down, Griffin pulling me forward until our lips meet. They’re just as soft as they used to be as he holds me against him. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my fingers sinking into his hair. I’ve thought about this moment for years and it’s just as beautiful and heartbreaking as I thought it would be. His musk suffocates me once again as he sups from me, reminding us both of what I left behind.

When his fingers brush over a rather large scar just below my shoulder blade, I tense, Griffin halting the kiss and searching my expression. “Luna, fuck, what happened?” His words come out pained, his jaw pulled tight. I know that if I give him a name, he would absolutely bring me back their head on a stick to ease my fears. Too bad that it’s not that easy.

“Not yet,” I whisper. “I’m not ready to tell you.”

He brushes his lips against mine again. “Then I’ll make the most of it.”

We stay there for several moments, kissing and touching, his hands no longer roaming as I cling to him as if he’ll disappear. My hips move of their own accord, searching for friction where there is none. A needy whine tears from me and I still, unsure if I want to do this. “Griffin.”

“You lead, Luna. I’ll follow.”

I slide off of his lap knowing that last week’s me would clear her throat and then choose to return to the task at hand—the manuscript I still haven’t seen. But I’m not her and I might not have the two weeks I want with this man. I might only have today and I’m going to use it. I’ve been given permission and hell if I’m going to give it up.

Gesturing to the steps, I draw my bottom lip in between my teeth, Griffin jumping to his feet and gingerly taking my hand to lead me up there. I’m not sure what I expected but it wasn’t the full, open apartment awaiting me. I don’t have time to truly dwell on the layout as he drags me into a room located at the far end.

“Is this the room where you-”

A wild grin splits across his face. “Luna, I do crawl into his bed most nights but his room is that one.” He points to the door a few steps away. “I wouldn’t spend my first night back with you in his bed.” I know Griffin sees the heat in my eyes at that idea but I’ll never admit to the fantasies spilling into my mind. He manages a chuckle as he takes my face in his hands and peppers kisses on my lips.

He swings his door open and throws his arm wide to a room that is wholly and unapologetically Griffin. Where most might have thought there would be navy blues and grays intertwined with dark furniture, I’m not surprised to see the swirls of pale yellow and greens, reminding me of spring. “Luna-”

I cut him off by stepping into his chest and rising onto my tiptoes to kiss him again. “I’ve missed you.”

He hesitates before his hand slides around the back of my neck and into my hair, somehow successfully pulling it out of the ponytail. Curls cascade around my shoulders and his eyes glitter as he watches them slowly bounce. The other lands on the back of my thigh, as he gathers me up and then guides me to straddle his waist. Griffin doesn’t break our kiss as he walks toward the mattress, gently laying me down before pulling away. “Luna, I love you but I’m not fucking you with a backpack on.”

“Such dirty words, Griffin. What about in doggy style?” Playfully I climb onto my hands and knees, giving him my ass and a little wiggle. He growls, pulling me to the edge of the bed so that my feet are flat on the floor. I know what I’ve just started, what with the way he hastily rips my bag off my back and throws it by the door. It’s almost as if he did it on purpose so that I can still see it.

In the next moment, I find him rolling up my shirt but the same insecurities from last night wriggle their way into this moment and I shake my head, grabbing at the hem of my clothing. I twist around and meet his eyes, hoping he understands. There were a few times when we were younger that I needed the same reassurance. I always wanted to be perfect for this man and didn’t want him to see the changes my body went through. Griffin took that in stride as he did everything else by slowly showing me that he loved me regardless.

“Lights off. I can do that.” He presses a kiss to my lips and reaches toward the lamp before clicking it off. It’s like the entire room falls into darkness and I notice that the shades covering the windows are actually blackout curtains. “Good?”

“Yes,” I breathe as his hands return to my waist. This time instead of moving north, they fiddle with the button on my jeans and shove the fabric and my panties halfway down my legs. I try to kick out of them but he merely twists me back around and bends me over the mattress.

“I want to feel you, Luna.Trulyfeel you squeezing my cock like a vice grip. I want to torture you a little for leaving me here, not knowing if you were alive, if you were okay, or even where you had gone. Do you know how many nights I wondered if you were safe? Or if your body was lying in a ditch? I didn’t even knowwhyyou left. Your mother was no help.” His grunt punctuates his sentence as he kicks my feet apart and I fall forward, unable to hold myself up.

Another version of myself might have cared where my mother had gone but I stopped worrying about her when she pushed this debt onto me. I hear his zipper being undone just before the foil of a condom is ripped open. “Dreamt every fucking day that you would just show up and tell me that it was all a mistake.”

“Griffin.” Tears prick the edges of my eyes as I whisper his name, moaning as the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. My fingers curl into the covers as he spears into me, taking what he needs and leaving me to melt in his grip. His hands have my hips in a punishing hold as he fucks me hard and rough, every thrust more passionate than the first. He’s trying to repair the heart that I broke and it isn’t until a cry tumbles from my lips that he pulls out.

Swiftly, he rips my pants farther down my legs until the fabric drops to the floor, yanking off my shoes as well. Then he flips me over before sliding back in, his face inches from mine.

“Precious, I missed you so fucking much. We lost six years.Six yearsbut I’m not losing another moment.” Then he kisses me and I’m overwhelmed by everything that is Griffin. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he continues to fuck me but his strokes are long and sensual, pushing me toward an orgasm that’s slowly creeping up. My pussy flutters around his cock as he rocks his hips against mine, both of us tangled up in each other.

Griffin swallows my moans as one of his hands moves to cup my cheek, the other staying put on my waist. They don’t roam, just squeeze every now and then when the passion between us becomes almost suffocating.

“Come for me, Precious. Coat my cock with your orgasm. Let me feel you like you’ve never left.”

My back bows off the bed as he drags his cock out and thrusts back in one more time. We come together, the heat of his release throwing me over the edge as pleasure shoots through my veins. My nails dig into his shoulders as he stuffs his head in the crook of my neck, not moving from this spot. Most of his weight hovers on top of me but I don’t want him to move. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“Sorry. I meant for that to be a little more romantic,” Griffin purrs into my neck.

“If you don’t think having sex after reconnecting with a high school sweetheart regardless of the position is romantic then all the movies are wrong.”

Griffin snorts as he slides his cock from me, my legs dropping back to the mattress. He discards the condom in a nearby trashcan and tucks himself back into his pants before grabbing a few wipes from the bedside table and wiping my inner thighs. I flinch at the sudden cold on my skin, Griffin just dragging me closer until he’s finished, mumbling a soundless sorry. He licks his lips as he stares at my bare pussy and even though I know he’s not seeing much without the lights on, I know where his head is at.

“Later,” I say before sitting up and tugging him close for another kiss. I want more but if I don’t produce at least something, Max will have my ass. Still, I make no move to put my clothes back on, sliding back onto the mattress until I hit the headboard and then reach for Griffin. He follows, curling into my chest. I’ve missed this, wrapping myself around someone as they hold me. We can still talk business like this, right?

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