Page 18 of No Going Back
He watched her expression for any sign she was bothered by what he’d just done. “That was, what?”
Dianna licked her lips before rubbing them together, hesitating just a second before answering. “Dirty.”
That single word shot straight to his aching cock, making it strain even harder against the front of his jeans. “Does dirty bother you?”
Based on the way she was still wrapped around him, it didn’t seem like it did, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.
It was one of many things he wanted to hear from her lips.
But if dirty bothered Dianna then he definitely wasn’t the man for her. And maybe that would be for the best. They could part ways now and move on with the knowledge the attraction they clearly shared was only that and nothing more.
But Dianna barely shook her head, gaze steady on his. “No.”
That single word was like waving red in front of a bull, daring him to charge after teasing and taunting him to insanity.
And that’s what this probably was. Absolute fucking insanity.
“Good.” Griffin slid his finger across her lips, pressing between them. “Then you can taste how fucking sweet you are.”
The flash of surprise on her face barely lasted a second, moving across Dianna’s striking features in the blink of an eye.
And then she was sucking on his finger. Stroking against it with her tongue as she pulled it deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.
“Fuck.” Griffin pulled his other hand from her breast and laced it into her hair, gripping tight as he slid the finger free and pressed it back in, fucking her mouth, unable to look away from the sight. “You want to suck my cock like this, don’t you, Dianna?”
She let out a little moan around his finger that made it damn near impossible not to consider the possibility.
But the floor was wet. No way would Dianna be getting on her knees. Not here.
Not now.
Griffin slid his finger free, dragging it down her neck and over the plushness of her body. “I bet you would do such a good job sucking my cock, wouldn’t you?” He gripped the waistband of her pants, gathering legging and panties all at once and dragging them down, under where her ass pressed into the stainless steel before stopping at her knees. He gripped the collected mass and lifted, using it like a lever to tip Dianna back until her upper body was flat against the width of the counter and her bared pussy was positioned perfectly.
Then he gripped the backs of her knees, pressing her thighs toward the curve of her belly, pinning them in place as he leaned down to lick up her center, gliding his tongue along her slick slit until he found the hardened nub of her clit.
Dianna sucked in a breath as one hand went to the edge of the table and the other grabbed the back of his head, fingers lacing into his hair before twisting tight.
It was the kind of moment he loved. Proving all he was capable of. Gaining the validation he shouldn’t still need, but continued to crave.
Dianna’s body trembled under his tongue as he lapped against her clit, offering focused, consistent passes while she started to rock under him, chasing every touch like she never wanted it to end, feeding that part of him he tried to suppress.
She wanted him. Desperately. Completely.
And soon she would know he could give her all she needed. Anything she craved.
Almost.
He slid one hand between her thighs, dragging it along her core before splitting his fingers, letting them press along each side of her clit, the pressure pushing it higher. Exposing more of it to the stroke of his tongue.
Dianna’s back arched off the table with his next lick, a string of unidentifiable words rushing from her mouth along with a ragged groan. Two more passes and she was coming, legs shaking, body quaking, that husky voice he loved so much calling his name as her wetness soaked his face.
He dragged his mouth away, running his lips along the satiny skin of her inner thigh as her hand slid from his hair, falling into the pasty layer of wet flour on the counter beside her.
Fuck. He’d shoved her right back into that. Laid her across the mess he was supposed to be helping her clean.
Instead, he was making a mess of his own.
One he’d swore wouldn’t happen again.
