Page 14 of Barely Breathing
“God, yes.And you were so much better than good.”
She leaned up and nipped his jaw before licking her tongue over the bite.He lowered into her, and she worked her way up to his ear.“I would be much better than good.When it happens, I’ll rock every inch of your world.But I really need sleep right now, Griff.Sleep.”
He sighed.His cock was long and hard against her, and she felt a twinge of pain for leaving him high and dry.It would be too easy to give in, knowing they both wanted it.They were headed there eventually.Yet, she wanted her first time with Griff to last longer than she had the energy for currently.She wanted all night, especially if it turned out to be her only time with Griff.
“How about this?We get out of these clothes and into something to sleep in, and I’ll share your bed tonight.No sex,” she reiterated when his eyes lit up as if it were Christmas.“But if you like to cuddle, I’ll let you spoon me.”
He heaved a sigh of disappointment, but the light in his eyes didn’t dim.“Sounds like a plan.”
He rose off her and held out his hand to help her up.It was nice to be with a guy who she had to look up at, especially one who didn’t seem turned off or disgusted by her height.In fact, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
He picked up her duffle bag then tugged her down a hallway to his bedroom.He didn’t turn on the light, just nudged open the door, and she noted a night light or dimmer had been left on in his bathroom.
“You have a night light?”
Griff laughed, and the sound wrap around her, caressing her nipples and clit and making them ache with need.
“I knew I’d be out late at the engagement party, so I set the dimmer in the bathroom.”
She nodded.He pushed open the door and set her bag inside.“Go ahead and use this one.I’ll head to the one down the hall.”
She stood for a moment, catching her breath after he left.She took another breath as she tried to corral her thoughts.She had people after her.People with a vendetta against her dad and, just possibly, the means to get to her and kill her.Knowledge was power, though, and she had it now.She knew who they were, why they were after her.And she had Mr.Madigan.She believed he would do all in his power to keep her safe.But would it be enough?
She looked in the mirror and kept watching as she tugged the zipper down and let her dress fall to the floor.Her breasts were cupped and lifted in her strapless bra.Her nipples were hard against the lace covering them.Her panties sat low on her hips, a swath of lace that matched her bra.
She looked good.Maybe, it was a good thing she’d met Griff when she was cleaned up and looking utterly feminine.He wanted her.The lust in his eyes whenever he looked at her had her heart beating fast and butterflies nesting in her tummy.She wanted him, too, which meant she needed to be real with herself.Did she really believe it was possible to share his bed and only cuddle?Maybe, the clothes had gone to her fucking head.She wasn’t normally a cuddle-me type.
Plus, what if she didn’t survive what was coming for her?What if the worst happened and she died?She’d never know what it felt like to have him between her thighs, filling her and taking her until neither of them wanted to move.She wanted to experience that.She needed it.Maybe, Vince had hurt something inside her with his manipulation.He hadn’t wanted her, only wanted to use her.But Griff wanted her, and she needed to feel wanted.
She spent the next few minutes freshening up but left on her lacey bits.She heard him enter the bedroom, knew he was on the other side of the door, waiting for her to rejoin him.It was now or never.She left the bathroom light on, dimming it down again before pushing open the door and stepping into the bedroom.
He caught his breath, and the bed creaked as he moved.Then he was there, in front of her.His eyes devoured her.His chest was bare, and she loved the solid shape of it, so broad and muscular.He had the sexiest arms she’d ever seen on a man, and she’d seen her fair share.He wore a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the length and width of his excitement.Now, she was the one catching her breath and panting for air.
“Either you have a really wicked sense of humor and feel like torturing me by only wanting me to hold you in this outfit, or you’ve changed your mind.”His eyes were hot with desire, with lust.For her.All for her.“Please, God, tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
She wanted to laugh but didn’t have the air.She had little doubt he’d hold her if that was what she wanted.He was that type of guy.The one you always prayed you’d find.Most would hope to keep him.She couldn’t lie; in another life she’d have been one of them.She wasn’t a forever kind of girl.Hell, she wasn’t sure of much right now, except her need for him and the desire to feel.Just to feel.
“I want you.”
“Thank you, Jesus.”He scooped her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on.She wasn’t exactly dainty, but he held her as if she were.
He laid her on the bed and came over her, taking her mouth and devouring her.His hands were everywhere.Her bra was there, then it wasn’t.All she felt was the rub of his chest against her hard nipples and the groan as he moved from her lips to slide his tongue along her throat.
“Yes,” she moaned as he moved lower until he parted his lips over one nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.Her back arched off the bed, pressing more of her breast into him, and he took it all.One hand teased her other nipple while his free hand slid lower to grasp her hip.
He used his entire mouth.Dancing tongue, wicked teeth and soft lips that wrapped her in perfect suction.He ate her.Licked her.Sucked and nipped until she swore she felt an orgasm rising inside her.She’d always preferred to come with penetration of some kind.A finger, a toy, a cock.She craved the slide and thrust inside when she got off.At bare minimum, she wanted some clitoral stimulation to send her over the edge, but he wasn’t even touching her between her thighs.Still, she spasmed and creamed as her orgasm stole her mind.
She came with a harsh cry, and one leg lifted to wrap over the top of him as she rocked up into his muscled abs.She rubbed against him, riding her clit on his flesh and milking the orgasm of every ounce of pleasure.
“Fuck,” she panted as she gasped for air.
“Not yet.”
She’d expected him to strip them both and thrust inside her.Wasn’t that what most men wanted?They got the girl excited then plunged deep until they found their pleasure.If the girl came, all the better.Hell, Griff had already gotten her off.But he made no move to fuck her.He slid lower until his mouth was over her sex, his breath caressing her through her panties.
“What are you doing?”
He couldn’t be doing what she thought he was.He’d already made her come.She was primed and ready to go.He placed a hot kiss against the gusset of her panties, making her squirm.
