Page 10 of Snowed In With the Grump
He stood up. “You don’t know me."
"I know enough." I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under my palm. "I know you’re kind, even though you pretend not to be. I know you're smart and capable and sexy as hell. You cook... and any man who can cook is worth hanging around for."
That actually made him laugh.
I kept going. “And I know you kiss like you’re starving for it.”
His hands flexed at his sides. "Lucy..."
"And I know I want more." I rose on my tiptoes. He stooped just enough for me to brush my lips against his jaw. “Much more.”
He caught my hips, but didn’t push me away.
“I’m not good at this.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I nipped at his ear. “Want me to stop?”
His answer was to lift me off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist like we’d done this a hundred times. He carried me back to the bedroom.
He laid me down with surprising gentleness, then stood back and looked at me like he was memorizing every detail.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
I reached for the buttons of the flannel shirt I was still wearing...hisshirt. “Help me with these?”
His large hands covered mine, undoing each button slowly. When the shirt fell open, his breath caught.
“Christ, Lucy. So... fucking... beautiful. Holy fucking Christ.”
Every word hit me low in my belly. Not just heat, but truth. There was an honesty in his voice I knew I could believe in. Something real.
"Your turn," I said, tugging at his T-shirt until he pulled it off.
And sweet mother of mountains...
That chest. That body. That man.
"Come here,” I said.
He covered me with his body, skin to skin, and I gasped at the feel of it...hard, hot, and all-consuming. His beard scratched deliciously against my throat as he kissed his way down my neck.
"Tell me what you want," he growled.
"You." I arched up as his hand found my breast. "All of you. Everywhere. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
His touch was a perfect blend of gentle and demanding, each caress making my back arch, my body ache. When his hand slid down my stomach, I gasped his name.
"Say it again," he commanded.
"Griffin," I breathed, nails raking down his back. "Please."
He cursed under his breath, the tension vibrating off his body.
“You’re sure?”
“Very.” I reached between us, palming him through his jeans. He was thick and hot, and my mouth watered just thinking about what was underneath. “I want this. I wantyou.”
His mouth was on mine again, urgent and devouring, as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. The weight of him, the scent of him, the sheer size of him pressing me into the mattress... it all made me dizzy with want.
