Page 12 of Snowed In With the Grump
I clung to him, meeting each thrust with my own, crying out every time he hit that perfect spot.
“Harder,” I begged.
He gave it to me...driving into me like a man unhinged. His hand came down to grip my throat lightly, tilting my chin so I had to look him in the eye.
“You wanted this?” he growled. “This what you needed, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes... God, yes!”
“Good.” He slapped my thigh. “Then take it.”
He flipped me onto my stomach without warning, dragging my hips up, plunging into me from behind. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with both of our moans.
“You’re mine tonight,” he panted. “Every part of you.”
“Yours,” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Take all of me.”
He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, and I broke, trembling under him as I came hard again, screaming into the mattress.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re perfect. You’re... shit... gonna make me...”
He pulled out fast and stroked himself, coming in hot streaks across my ass and lower back, his body shaking with it.
After a moment, he collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, both of us gasping, sticky, and completely wrecked.
I expected him to roll away or go silent.
Instead, he kissed my temple.
“I don’t know what this is,” he said quietly. “But I haven’t felt anything this real in a long, long time.”
I looked up at him, my heart doing something dangerous in my chest. “Me neither.”
Afterward, he pulled me against his chest, his heartbeat strong under my ear. I traced patterns on his skin, neither of us speaking for a long moment.
"Stay," he whispered into my hair, so quietly I almost missed it.
I propped myself up to look at him. "What?"
But his eyes were closed, his breathing evening out, and I wondered if he even knew he'd said it. I settled back against him,letting his warmth and the sound of the storm outside lull me to sleep.
The last thought I had before drifting off was that I might be in serious trouble. Because one night with Griffin definitely wasn't going to be enough.
6
Griffin
I woke before dawn, Lucy curled against me like she belonged there.
That was the problem... she felt too right, too perfect. And things that felt right never lasted for men like me.
Carefully, I slid out from under the covers, trying not to wake her. She made a small sound of protest in her sleep, reaching toward the space I’d just left, and it took everything I had not to crawl back in beside her.
Instead, I pulled on my clothes and escaped to the kitchen.
The coffee maker’s gurgle filled the cabin, but it couldn’t drown out my thoughts...or the memory of her wrapped around me, whispering my name, looking at me like I was something more than I am.
How she had... I let that thought stop before it took me some place I shouldn’t go.
