Page 85 of Accidental Husband
She climbs back into my lap. Stares down at me with that perfect mix of need and affection. "I know you hate—"
"No." I bring my hand to the back of her head. Pull her into a slow, deep kiss. "I fucking love it."
"Always?"
"Now." I wrap my lips around her bottom lip. Suck softly. Then harder.
She groans as I scrape my teeth against her flesh.
Her groans mix with the peppy melody, the singer's screech, the throbbing bass.
Fuck, this is my new favorite song.
My new favorite album.
My new favorite band.
I'm listening to it every day, all day, for the rest of my fucking life.
Jules rocks her hips, grinding against me.
My cock whines. It wants her soft skin. Her lush lips. Her sweet cunt.
It's a greedy motherfucker.
But then so am I.
I want her coming on my hand, my face, my cock. One right after the other. All fucking night.
Every night.
Forever.
For a second, my brain attempts to reason with me. This might change everything. It might ruin us. I might lose her.
But I have to take that risk.
I have to have her.
I drag my lips over her chin, down her neck, along her collarbone.
Jules groans as I take her nipple into my mouth. I suck softly. Then harder. Then hard enough she tugs at my hair.
"Griff." She grinds against me. "Don't stop."
Like hell.
I use that same speed, same pressure.
She rocks against me, moaning my name like it's a curse.
I tease her until I can't take her begging anymore, then I move to her other nipple, tease it just as mercilessly.
Her eyes close.
Her lips part with a sigh.
Her hips rock against mine.
