Page 117 of Greed
She leaned back on the bed and dragged her skirt up, revealing her legs until the fabric bunched at her thighs, all the while holding his smoldering gaze. “It’s okay. I need you too.”
His composure broke. He unzipped his leather pants to pull his erection free.
Yep. Steel. Rock hard. So many other stupid metaphors blubbered in her mind while she watched him pump with his fist, trying to relieve his ache. Desire bloomed in her body, making her nipples hard enough that his eager eyes went straight to where they strained through the fabric of her top.
“Lift your blouse,” he demanded. “Let me see you.”
She pulled it off, bra as well, and sat there with his heavy-lidded gaze drinking her in. His naked desire made her squirm under his attention. When her own fingers got tired of waiting, she squeezed her sensitive breasts. He made a desperate sound, took two strides to the bedside table, found a condom, ripped the packet, and rolled it on. Gripping Lilo’s ankles, he dragged her toward him and spread her legs. He shoved her panties aside to drag a finger through her wetness.
She writhed at his intimate touch, clenching deliciously as he teased and tested her.
“You’re ready for me,” he rasped, a pained expression flitting across his face.
“Yes.” She arched into him, body aching to join with him. Urgency made her voice tight. “Now, Griffin. Don’t make me wait. I need you too.” No truer words had ever been spoken. She needed him more than air. She needed to feel his strong arms around her, holding her, making her feel good. Making love. She needed to know he felt the same way.
But he simply stared at her, eyes roaming her body.
“No more waiting,” she begged, eyes tearing up—all the adrenaline of the day finally coming down, crashing through her system.Don’t make me beg.
He gently touched a finger to her trembling cheek, right underneath the stitches at her temple. Darkness shrouded his expression as he took in the injury, but when she shuddered, he brought his gaze back to hers and he softened. Slowly, he lowered himself until his large body consumed hers while he braced beside her head. He was so close. Lips hovering over lips. Breath heating between them. So real and present.
Fuck Donnie. Fuck him and his wicked words, saying that Griffin didn’t care about her, that she wasn’t worth his time. She squeezed her burning eyes shut and drew in a ragged breath.
“Shh,” Griffin crooned near her ear, stroking her cheek. “It’s okay. I’m here.” And then he thrust his length in, all the way to the hilt.
She cried out as he filled her completely, eyes rolling while blissful heat crawled up her spine. He buried his face into her neck and moaned against her skin, adjusting to the sensation of being inside her, whispering sweet words into her flesh—how much he needed her. How much he wanted her. How he couldn’t live without her. Everything her heart felt for him—all the while holding himself firm, unforgiving steel inside her.
Soon, ragged breaths replaced his words and he rocked his hips, moving slowly at first, and then fast and unrelenting. With each thrust, he took himself to the hilt, hitting her most sensitive spot, sparking heat throughout her body.
“I could have lost you.” It was almost an accusation coming from his lips. His fingers speared into her hair, grasping until he bared her face to him, to see the naked fear in his eyes.
“I could have lostyou.” Tears broke free, and she clawed his back, trying to hold his hard and sweaty back. “You could have died. I love you, Griffin. Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never.”
“Faster. Harder,” she demanded, gripping him tight.
At her plea, his movement took on a kind of desperation—a soul-splitting drive to get closer to her—and she met him with each savage stroke.
He captured her mouth in a relentless, teeth-knocking, ruthless kiss that only ended when everything tightened, when her body seized with sweet tingling pleasure and her climax crashed so hard that she had to gasp for air. After he joined her in release, they remained together and he rolled them to the side, breathing hard as they hugged, faces buried into each other’s necks.
After a while, she blurted, “I love you, Griffin.” Because maybe he didn’t hear her the first time.
His arms tightened around her, but he said nothing.
Did he not… was she… was he going to say it back?
She drew back to look in his vibrant blue eyes. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
He frowned. “I don’t love you.”
Her heart stopped. “Wh-what?”
“It’s more than that. Love is too small a word for how you make me feel, Lilo.”
“Okay.” Okay. What did that mean? What does too small mean? Not enough? A four letter word? Oh, God. Already a million things were running through her head. Was he just not that into her? Because, um, hello, that was amazing sex, and…
He lifted her chin to meet his eyes again.
