Page 17 of No Going Back
Now more so than ever.
She gasped as he raked his teeth over the lobe of her ear. “I run a bakery. I probably smell like cinnamon.”
“Definitely cinnamon.” He took another breath, finally getting his fill of the light scent that had been teasing him across the counter for months. “But something else too.” There was the tiniest hint of something that wasn’t a lingering byproduct of the pastries and cakes. He’d struggled to identify it, but now that he was close it was surprisingly simple to make out. “Do you wear men’s cologne, Dianna?”
The scent smelled slightly different on her but was still clearly recognizable since it was the same one he’d put on every single morning for the past twenty years.
Dianna leaned back, just enough to look him in the eye. “Maybe. Is that weird?”
“Weird, no.” He closed the tiny bit of distance she’d put between them, running the tip of his nose up the side of hers. “Intriguing, yes.”
He thought he had her all figured out. Assumed the woman he’d been lusting after for months was just as sweet and kind and smart as she seemed. And she was.
But the woman in his mind would have worn some expensive perfume. Something light and floral. Not the same Cool Water he’d been buying off the shelf at the drugstore since he turned twenty.
Dianna’s lips lifted into a hint of a smile. “No one’s ever called me intriguing before.”
“That’s a shame.” Griffin gripped the fullness of her ass, pulling her closer. “I would have thought the male population was a little smarter than that.”
Dianna snorted, the grip of her legs tightening around his waist as her ass hit the edge of the counter. “You would have thought way wrong.”
Griffin pressed closer to her. “Their loss.”
Her laugh was throaty and a little husky, making him groan into her hair.
“I love your fucking voice.” He ground the length of his cock up the seam of her pussy, looking for some relief to the ache building in his balls. “I remember the first time I heard it.” Dianna whimpered a little as he thrust against the thin fabric of the leggings separating them. “You were back here and I was waiting at the counter.”
It was probably what started all this off. What narrowed his focus where Dianna was concerned.
Griffin thrust against her again, groaning a little as she let out a soft moan. The sound made him bolder. Made him more forward than he should be with a woman like her. “Do you remember what you said to me, Di?”
She rested her forehead against his, breath choppy as he continued dry fucking her. “Yes.”
“Tell me.” He wanted to hear her say it again. Here. Now.
Dianna’s lower lip pinched between her teeth as he dragged the line of his dick over her again, teasing them both with an eventuality that was too close to consider. “I can’t.”
“You can.” He followed the line of the T-shirt she wore, tracing the edge of the hem before skimming under it. “Tell me.” He smoothed over the soft skin of her belly, making his intended path obvious in case she was smarter than him and wanted to pump the brakes on all this.
But Dianna made no move to stop him. Instead she opened those gorgeous dark eyes and locked them on his. “I said I was coming.”
He groaned again. “Fuck. It sounds just as good as it did last time. Maybe better.” He curved his palm around the heavy fullness of her breast, dragging a thumb across one pinched tip. “Because this time I can make sure it’s true.”
Dianna was pure sex. From the fullness of her mouth to the slight huskiness of her voice, every bit of her was fucking irresistible. Which was why he was here now, unable to pull his hands away from her body.
Not that Dianna seemed to mind. She leaned into his touch, hips working her body against his as he rolled and pinched her nipple. “That feels so good.”
“I can make it feel better.” He sucked at the skin just below her ear. “Do you want me to make you feel better, Dianna?”
“Yes.” The word rushed out on a breath. “Please.”
“So fucking sweet.” Griffin eased his hand into the waistband of her black leggings, working the tips of his fingers under the elastic of her panties. “Do you taste sweet too?” He dragged one finger along the line of her cunt, through the wet heat there, before pulling his hand free and bringing it to his lips. Dianna watched with wide eyes as he sucked the slickness of her body from his skin.
He knew she wasn’t like the women he normally spent time with. That was part of the appeal. But it hadn’t occurred to him that she might be a little sweeter than he expected. That she might find him too forward. Too crude.
Too vulgar.
“Oh.” Dianna’s chest lifted and fell with each sharp breath she took, eyes still locked on his mouth. “Wow. That was…” Her lower lip pinched between her teeth. “That was…”
