Page 85 of Barefoot Dreams
“Jul—” I quiet him with a kiss, molding my lips to his.
“I don’t want a second chance because the first one was already perfect. Maybe not traditional, but…” I shrug. “It’s me we are talking about. I’m all for non-traditional.”
“What are you saying?” Griffin searches my eyes, his hands caressing my face and it’s my turn to take a deep breath.
“I’m saying I don’t want another first date. I’d like a second and a third. And I don’t think I’d mind too much if they ended the way this one did.” I bite my lower lip as color splashes over my cheeks at my blatant admission but now that we’re here, I don’t want to hide anything. And based on the heated look that coats Griffin’s brown eyes, he feels the same.
“Are you saying I’m now dating my best friend’s little sister?” There he goes with that sheepish, cheeky smile I love so much, and I find myself giggling.
“I don’t know, you didn’t ask her yet.”
“Callum will most likely kill me, but what a way to go. Julie Birdy Lovinski, will you be my girl?”
Despite all that he’s said so far,thisis what breaks me completely and with a small whimper I jump into his arms, sending us both down to the floor.
His girl. That’s all I ever wanted to be.
Griffin laughs as I fall on top of him, his fingers sneaking underneath the baggy shirt. “So?”
“There’s nothing I’d like more.” I smile and then we are a mess of lips and limbs, trying to get as close as possible to each other.
“And to think you were about to flee to work.” He smiles through the kiss, drawing me closer, his hands roaming over my back, my neck and get lost in my wild mane of hair.
“I was scared you’d break my heart.” I don’t add the wordagain. I’ll tell him one day. I’ll bare my secrets for him but not yet.
“Never,” Griffin says reverently before he pushes up, standing up with me in his arms and carries us back to the bed. He lays me down and we just stay like that, staring, as if seeing one another for the first time.
I have many questions, but for once I don’t feel the urge to blurt them all out.
“I don’t know if you remember but I think we attempted to make babies last night,” Griff says. “Many, many babies.” His lips twitch with amusement.
“Oh, I remember.” I blush, as the ache inside me sends a sweet reminder of all the attempts we had. “But don’t worry, I take this tonic Willa makes, I won’t get pregnant.”
“Willa, you say?” he asks, his brows crinkling with skepticism so deep, I chuckle.
“Yep.”
“That does not sound as reassuring as you think.”
“Shh.” I press the palm of my hand to his lips. “If she hears you doubting her powers, she’ll spike your drink,” I whisper and then yelp as Griffin sinks his teeth into my hand, biting me playfully.
“Let her try.” He rolls us over and I start laughing as he proceeds to bite me some more.
Down my neck, my collar bone, and I’m laughing, pushing him off but he’s too strong and too relentless. Griffin pins my armsat the top of my head and then the laugher is replaced by a long moan when his teeth close around my hard nipple and he bites through the material of my shirt. Hard.
“Ah,” I gasp, but not from pain. I gasp from the jolt of arousal and pleasure it sends down to my core.
The look he gives me is a knowing one. He knows I like it. Just as I liked my sex with a slight side of pain last night.
I’ve never told anyone about it. Not one soul knew about my sexual preferences and honestly, even if I did, I highly doubt they’d believe that sweet, innocent Julie likes it rough.Icouldn’t believe it myself when I discovered it.
But I told Griffin. No, not just told. I begged him for it.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” In a matter of seconds, I’m winded and breathless as Griff still has my wrists pinned and my body up for his taking. But I nod, sinking my teeth in my lower lip and his eyes fill with dark lust.
Oh my God, I’ve never seen this Griffin. I’ve never seen any of these sides of Griffin. They all lived solely in the land of my impossible dreams and now it’s almost too much to take in. Almost too much to believe.
He must sense where my thoughts go and releases my hands, instead cradling my face like he did last night and shifts us so we are lying on our sides, facing each other, our feet twined.
