Page 36 of Some Like It Hops

“What name?”

“Hmm?” I ask, barely able to focus on her words with her lips looking so plush from our kissing.

“The beer. What would you name it?”

“Pocket Rocket.”

Her brows furrow, but her lips twitch. “Like a vibrator?”

“No.” I laugh. “It’s a British term. Slang.”

“Slang for…?”

“Feisty little women.”

“Hmm.” Charlie shrugs, then leans forward again and kisses me. Harder this time, with more need. I slide my hands up her sides then splay them out across her back, pulling her body flusher against mine. She moans softly and I kiss her harder, gripping the back of her neck, then I tilt her head and guide my mouth down her jaw, then her throat, kissing my way across her collar bone.

Her breathing grows heavier, then she presses her hands against my chest and pushes back, looking me in the eyes. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”

I chuckle, running my hand over the skin of her thigh, sliding just beneath the hem of her onesie. “I thought you were listening earlier.” I slide my hand up further and grip her ass, eliciting a gasp from those full lips. “Lust and like are completely different things.” I stand quickly, startling her, then she tightens her legs around my waist. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Her gaze flicks past me, so I turn in that direction and head down a long hallway. I look into those dark eyes as I make my way toward her bedroom, then pause and turn, pressing her back against the wall so I can steal a kiss.

Yeah, lust and like are two different things. But Charlie’s got me all twisted up with both.

Chapter Nineteen

Charlie

Griffin presses hard against me, trapping me between his body and the wall. I tighten my legs around his waist and my breath catches in my throat. His length hard and ready between my legs, my body responds with a rush of heat and a tightening low in my core. I kiss him harder, slowly moving my hips just enough to feel him again.

Griffin groans, pulling his mouth free and meeting my gaze. His eyes blaze with desire and he shakes his head, then turns quickly and finds my bedroom. It’s midday, so the light streaming through the sheer curtains is enough to guide him to my bed. I’m momentarily aware of the clothes on the floor, and the fact that I never bothered to make my bed this morning, but then he tightens his grip on my waist and I’m pressed against his erection again and the only thing on my mind is what we’re about to do.

He lowers me onto the bed and I scoot back, making room for him to join me, but he shakes his head and circles his hands around each ankle. With a quick tug, he brings me back to the edge of the bed, my legs on either side of his body. He releases me, then slowly unknots the tie and slides it out from around his neck, then moves on to the buttons of his shirt. I watch his fingers move lower with each button, anticipation building in my belly. When he unfastens the last button, he pulls the shirt back and I nearly giggle from nervous excitement. He’s just as perfectly built as I thought he’d be, all hard lines and muscled ridges. His stomach is a sculpted thing of beauty, but the muscles that bulge out in a V above his waistline?

If this is what sin looks like, count me in.

I sit up quickly and place my hands on either side of his waist, then place a soft kiss on his stomach and run my fingertips over the muscles that line his abs. He slides a hand into my hair and tilts my head back, looking down at me with lust in his eyes, then he leans in and brings his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss.

I lay back down and he bends over me, settling between my legs. He grips the side of my neck firmly, holding me in place as his tongue moves against mine, deepening the kiss. Then he stops abruptly and pulls back, his eyes scanning me from neck to knee and back again, almost frantically, then he finally meets my eyes.

“How do we get that off of you?”

That?Oh. My sexy romper. Embarrassment warms my cheeks as I remember what I’m wearing. “If I’d known you were coming…” I reach up behind me and pull the button free of the little elastic loop at my neck.

“You wouldn’t have opened the door.”

Pulling my lips between my teeth to fight a smile, I drag the romper down one shoulder, then the other until it pools at my waist.

Griffin’s eyes widen as he focuses on my bare chest.

His throat bobs as he swallows, then he kneels between my legs and grabs the romper, gently tugging it so he can slide it down my legs. He pauses when he gets the fabric low enough to realize I wasn’t just braless, but full commando, then our gazes lock and his eyes flare with something wild before he tugs the romper down my legs and tosses it aside.

Griffin runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, slowly, pausing as he reaches my waist, then he looks up into my eyes as his hands cup each breast, watching me, holding my gaze as he teases my nipples with his skillful fingers.

I gasp and he flashes a wicked smile, then pushes up to take my breast in his mouth. He sucks lightly at first, then pulls harder, coaxing my nipple to a fine tip, then releases it and moves to the next. My pulse speeds as my need for him builds. I run a hand through his hair and he responds by gently brushing his teeth over my nipple.

I moan, leaning into him, then he releases me and nods toward the top of the bed.

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