Page 139 of Accidental Husband

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The need in his voice makes my sex clench.

He closes the distance between us.

His hands brush my skin. My lips meet his.

I kiss him hard.

He groans against my mouth.

He works me expertly. Draws slow circles around my nipple with his thumb. Then the index finger, middle, ring, pinkie, and back again.

Fuck.

I dig my hand into his hair, but it's not enough to contain my bliss.

I stifle a groan. Rock my hips against his.

Mmm. He's already hard. Fuck, that feels good. He feels good. The way he groans against my lips, and toys with my chest, and grinds his cock against my flesh—

My sex clenches.

My body buzzes.

My heart—

I can't even begin to consider my heart. Not right now.

Right now, I'm listening to my body. And it's screamingmore Griff now.

I slip my hand under his t-shirt.

He groans as I drag my fingertips up his torso.

Hard muscles. Soft skin. Raised lines of ink.

I want to explore every inch, but I don't have time to linger. I need to do this fast. Before the saleswoman notices we're missing.

I break our kiss to pull his t-shirt over his head.

He presses his palm into my lower back. Pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.

God, he tastes good. Like vanilla. Like Griffin.

My tongue dances with his. Then he pulls back. Drags his lips over my chin, neck, collarbone.

He leans down to take my breast into his mouth.

He sucks softly. Then harder. Then so hard I—

Fuck.

I press my hand to my mouth to stifle my groan. I'm too loud. It feels too good.

But then I don't care.

I want to soak this in forever.

I want—

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