Page 26 of No Going Back
“Well, shoot.” She sat down her coffee and yanked on the tie, sliding her favorite satiny robe off her shoulders. It wasn’t until she lifted her eyes to Griffin’s face that she realized exactly what she’d done.
And it certainly wasn’t anything that would help her current situation.
Griffin’s blue eyes locked onto the wet spot that penetrated her nightshirt, making the thin fabric cling directly to her body. His presence in her house and Snickerdoodle’s temporary invasion must have kept her brain from fully doing the math on the situation and realizing both layers would be in the same predicament.
Dianna glanced down at the wet spot, chewing her lower lip as she decided what to do next. The most logical action would be to excuse herself and go get dressed. Put on fresh clothes before finishing their conversation and sending Griffin back home.
But she couldn’t make herself walk away from the hunger in his stare. It was as if he was starving and she was the only thing he wanted. For a girl only recently coming into her own power, Griffin’s sultry gaze was a little like catnip.
And it made her want to rub herself all over him.
There was no fear of rejection. No worry he would think her body was lacking or unappealing. It was quite clear Griffin found her more than a little attractive.
And it fed a part of her that was a little starving too.
“Oops.” Dianna managed a shaky breath as her heart started to race in anticipation. Anticipation, and maybe a little fear. Not fear of Griffin, but fear of the unknown. Fear of all the changes that were happening inside her. “I should probably take this off too.”
Her fingers teased along the hem of her favorite pajama shirt, toying with the lacy edge.
Griffin’s gaze locked onto her fingertips. He was completely still, to the point he might not even be breathing. “Do you need help?”
The air rushed out of her lungs at his offer, partly in relief, but partly because she needed a fresh lungful to feed her swimming mind. “You could help. If you want to.” She nearly winced at the hint of insecurity that snuck through, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.
And Griffin definitely didn’t seem to notice because before she could blink his body was on hers, pushing her back until her butt bumped the cabinets as his rough and calloused hands dragged her nightgown up her body, sliding it over her head before tossing it to the floor and returning to her skin. He leaned in, claiming her mouth in a kiss that stole what little air she’d managed to reclaim, making her dizzy and lightheaded as his palms smoothed over her body to cup her breasts. He dragged his thumbs across her nipples before rolling them in tandem, the dueling sensations making her knees weak as his tongue teased hers.
Griffin was definitely way more skilled than she was when it came to this kind of thing, but it seemed like he might be a boob man—and she brought plenty of those to the table—so hopefully it made up for the imbalance.
He pulled his mouth from hers, tipping his head as he used his hand to lift one nipple to his mouth and pulled it deep into the hot wet warmth, his tongue flicking against the tip.
It was more sensation than she could handle and sent her knees buckling, forcing her to grip Griffin’s shoulders if she wanted any hope of staying upright.
Ultimately, it didn’t matter since a second later, Griffin turned, his arms tight around her as they went down to the linoleum in an uncoordinated, but careful tilt. The weight of his body came down over hers, his hips wedging between her thighs as one hand slid between them.
Griffin groaned as his fingers teased against her heated flesh. “Where are your panties, Di?”
She stifled a gasp as he found her clit. “I don’t wear panties to bed.”
Griffin worked her body, stroking at a steady pace. “So now I have to sit next door knowing you’re over here with this pretty pussy out every night?”
His words sent a rush of heat through her, one that culminated in a release of wetness she could feel. How was he so sweet but yet so filthy? It was a perfect example of having your cake and getting to eat it too. The man version of a lady in the street but a freak in the sheets.
“Does it bother you when I say things like that?” Griffin’s touch slid away from her clit, gliding back to sink into her body, the invasion sudden and unexpected, but not unwanted. He made an approving hum against her skin. “No. It doesn’t seem like it does.” He fucked her with his fingers, settling his thumb against her clit, each thrust making an obscenely wet noise. “Actually, it sounds like you love the things I say to you, don’t you, Di?”
It was an embarrassing question to answer, but fear he might stop what he was doing dragged it free. “Yes.”
Griffin made another approving hum as his mouth moved along her jawline. “That’s what I thought.” He continued to work her pussy with an expert touch, one that had her racing toward an orgasm almost immediately. “What else do you like, Di? What other things do you secretly want me to do to you?”
That was the million-dollar question. One she hadn’t quite given herself permission to consider.
With one exception.
It wasn’t anything freaky or what most people would consider outside of the box, but for her, it was a stretch. Asking for anything had always been out of the question. She’d spent her life taking what was offered and pretending it was enough to satisfy her, feeling like she didn’t have the right to want more.
But she was a fucking goddess now and goddesses weren’t afraid to ask for what they wanted.
So she opened her eyes, meeting Griffin’s gaze. “I want you to fuck me.”
The flash of surprise that crossed his face was worth every bit of terror she felt at making the request. But how many times in her life did a woman have an opportunity to have sex with a man like Griffin? Probably not many, so she was going to take full advantage.
