Page 185 of Accidental Husband

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Fuck, how I want to make her come.

I bring my hand to her chest. Cup her over her tank top. Then under it.

She groans as I drag my thumb over her nipple.

I do it again. Again. I tease her until she breaks our kiss. Rolls onto her back. Closes her eyes.

She's so fucking beautiful wracked with pleasure.

I want to toy with her forever. To keep her in this place where I understand everything she wants. Where I can give her everything she wants.

This is the only time I can give her everything she wants.

I draw circles around her nipple.

Her head falls to one side.

I keep those same slow, steady circles.

"Griff." Her nails scrape my chest. "Don't stop."

Like hell.

This is everything I want.

No, I want more. I want everything with Jules. I want every thought in her head. Every bit of trust. Every promise of forever.

But that's a confusing mess.

No more thinking about tomorrow.

Only this.

All of this.

I draw circles around her nipple until she's writhing, then I switch to my index finger and I do it again.

Again.

Middle.

Ring.

Pinkie.

And back again.

Her palm goes flat against my chest.

I kiss her hard.

She parts her lips to make way for my tongue.

Fuck, she tastes good. And this—kissing her, touching her, claiming her—is everything.

We're a perfect circle of need.

I toy with her.

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