Page 8 of Snowed In With the Grump
"You're making this impossible,” I said.
"Good." Her hands slid up my arms, leaving trails of fire. "Impossible is more interesting than easy."
I could smell my soap on her skin, see my shirt hanging loose on her frame...and something primitive in me growled at the sight.
Mine.
Which was ridiculous.
She wasn’t mine. Couldn’t be mine.
"You should be sleeping," I managed.
"I should be a lot of things,” she replied. She tilted her head, exposing the curve of her neck. "But right now, I’d rather be kissing you."
That was it. My control snapped.
I tangled one hand in her wavy brown hair, the other gripping her hip as I crashed my mouth to hers. She made a small, desperate sound that shot straight through me, her fingers clutching my shirt like she never wanted to let go.
The kiss was wild. Hungry. Everything I’d been holding back since the second she walked through my door. She tasted like coffee and kissed like she wanted to climb inside me.
"Griffin," she gasped when I moved to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. "God, yes."
I backed her against the headboard, caging her in with my arms.
"This what you wanted? To drive me crazy?"
"Maybe." She arched against me as I sucked at the curve of her throat. "Is it working?"
Instead of answering, I kissed her again... slower this time, but no less intense. Her hands slipped under my shirt, nails scraping lightly across my abs, and I growled into her mouth.
"Careful," I warned, catching her wrists.
"Or what?" She nipped at my bottom lip. "You'll punish me?"
Jesus Christ, this woman was going to be the death of me.
I pulled back just enough to see her face... flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and baby blue eyes full of mischief and heat.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you,” I said.
"Show me." She tugged at my shirt. "Please, Griffin. Show me."
Thepleasenearly undid me.
I caught her wrists again, pinning them above her head with one hand. "You sure about this?"
"I’ve never been more sure of anything."
I studied her face for any flicker of doubt, finding only heat, hunger, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.
"Last chance to back out."
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her. "I don’t want to back out. I want you to kiss me again, and then I want you to..."
A loudcrackfrom outside split the moment in half. The lights flickered once. Twice. Then died completely.
"Shit." I released her immediately. "Generator."
