Page 88 of Greed
“Absolutely.” Eyes like lava pinned her and melted everything inside.
She straddled him and positioned his length beneath her sex, then gradually slid lower, keeping her eyes locked onto him, satisfied as his own rolled heavenward in bliss. He dropped his head back to the headboard, Adam’s apple bobbing on that magnificent neck. When he filled her, she paused, letting them both process the new flood of feeling. Tingles and sparks zip-lined to the rest of her body, to her nipples, to her eyes, to her heart.
Lilo put a finger on his chin and brought his gaze back to hers. “You okay?”
His response was to lurch forward, lick her lower lip, and then hold it firmly between his teeth.
“Move,” he growled against her lips.
She began a languid rocking, driving herself while they continued to lock lips. His smell made her heady and impatient, and soon her rhythm picked up in urgency. Their kisses became wild and desperate and somewhere between that, their hands were on each other, touching, learning, testing. But it wasn’t fast enough. She needed more.
“Help me,” she begged, panting, thighs burning.
His strong grip landed on her hips where he pinned her while he drove in from beneath. The sight of his muscles contracting relentlessly made her dizzy with desire.
“Faster, Griffin,” she moaned. “Harder.”
He increased his pace until sweat coated both their bodies with a misty sheen. She gripped the headboard and held on, and he moved the attention of his mouth to her breast, sucking it hard. Each time he slammed underneath, the pressure built inside, edging her toward insanity, and when she felt her insides tightening and nerves bubbling, she cried out soundlessly and broke around him.
Even after she’d come, he pounded harder and faster, insatiably. When she was too languid and weak to help him finish, he switched their positions, so she was on the bottom and he was on top. And then she tasted his loss of control in the most delicious way until he grunted his release and crumbled, breaking around her—collapsing heavily, face buried deep into her throat. He lay so still for a while that she would have thought he’d died, except his heart pounded against hers.
“Griff?” she whispered and placed her palm on his head.
He groaned lazily.
“You okay?”
“That was…” he rolled off her to lay on his back with his hands behind his head. “Intense,” he finished, looking up at the ceiling, dazed.
“Good intense?”
“The best.” He turned to her with a blush staining his cheeks and a brightness to his eyes. “That’s a fact.”
His smile hit her all over, inside, outside, brain pleasure centers, curling toes… and she rested on her elbow to watch him and soak him up. “You mentioned a second time. So, when can we do it again?”
He chuckled. “I think I need a minute.”
“So… only a minute?” she joked.
“Two,” he countered with lust filled eyes. “Maybe three.”
He wasn’t wrong. They made love all night, until she was exhausted and drifted to the sound of his heart beating under her ear, and his hand wrapped around her bare back, dreaming already about the next time and always forever.
* * *
Lilo woketo the golden sun shining gently on her face, and the sight of Griffin sitting in a chair on his balcony, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Already showered and dressed for the day in a fitted white cotton shirt and khaki chinos, she wondered how long he’d been awake.
To think that a day ago she’d been as lonely as ever, and now here was a hero who had cut out his own vulnerable heart, and given it to her before anyone else in his life.
He said she was his generous opposite, but he’d given her the biggest gift she’d ever received. The trust, the hope, the love.
I want you to love me,he’d said.
Well, buddy, she had news for him… she did.
A glance out the open bedroom showed the mess in his living area, and her gut clenched. It was so contrary to how he cared for himself, and his bedroom. It must be hell for him.
This was Griffin in here: the neat edges, the straight and clean surfaces, the no frills decor. Out there was like taking a peek into the dark corners of his mind, the side no one else but she knew about. It was his future if she didn’t help him, but she would. With everything she had, she would. As if a weight landed on her chest, the anguish he would have felt when he thieved almost suffocated her. He didn’t want to. He hated it, but there had been no other way to keep himself balanced enough to save the people in this city. How lonely he must have felt. And she was the one person in the world who could save him.
