Page 72 of Tangled Kisses
“I want to know how good you taste. I haven’t been to church in a while. Time I tasted an angel.”
My eyes widen. “You’re serious.”
He gestures to the bulge in his jeans. “Absolutely.”
“I told you. I pretty much avoid that task.”
“It’s not a task. It’s a pleasure. Incredible, holier-than-church pleasure. And youwillenjoy it with me. I’ll make damn certain of it.”
“Griffin, you need to stop.”
Before I can slide away, his hand clamps my hip and he hauls me back against him, flush to his chest, whiskey glass forgotten in my grip. The move is firm, commanding, leaving no room for doubt.
“No, I need to keep going.” His mouth is at my ear now, rough and low, breath hot enough to make me shiver. “And you’re going to give me thirty seconds right now.”
Thirty seconds? My pulse spikes at the challenge. I should protest, should shove him back, but the way his voice rakes over me turns my bones to liquid.
His hand slides beneath my skirt, knuckles grazing my bare thigh before his fingers press higher, tracing over the thin strip of lace covering me. “I’d get down on my knees for you every damn day, worship you until you’re shaking and begging me for mercy… and then keep going until you forget your own name.”
My breath hitches, the air thick between us. Heat licks up my spine as my body betrays me, rocking subtly toward the steady pressure of his touch.
He catches it instantly. “Yeah, you’d love it,” he murmurs, pushing the lace aside and running a slow, deliberate stroke over my slick skin. “Fuck, you’re already wet just from me talking about it.”
I gasp, my grip tightening around my empty glass, shocked by his forward ministrations. Even more shocked by how much I want it.
He slides a finger inside me, the movement unhurried and deliberate, like he’s already mapping every inch. “See? This is the reaction I want when we discuss it—you getting soaked and desperate just from the promise of my mouth on you. Every inch of you aching for me.”
Of course, he says it out loud. Griffin doesn’t let me dodge, doesn’t let me pretend. He pins me down with the truth, and my body betrays me by proving every damn word right.
“Fuck,” I whimper, biting the heel of my hand to keep from moaning loud enough for the entire bar to hear, trying to tamp down the emotions and the heat threatening to spill over.
His breath is hot at my ear, thick with intent. “Now I’m going to pay our tab. Then I’m taking you to my truck, and you are going to sit on my face and ride this cowboy with everything you’ve got, because I don’t want to miss a single inch of you.” His finger curls inside me, making my knees go weak. “You’ll ride my face until I’m good and ready to let you go. I will take hours claiming you.”
But then he stills, leaving me pulsing and restless. A denial that nearly makes me whimper.
His mouth curves into a grin at my ear before he nips the back of my neck, making me jolt. “I want you loud. And the truth is, there’s probably some kind of law against what I’m doing in Jimmy’s bar. I don’t think he’d appreciate me breaking in his booths like this.”
Griffin stands up, adjusting himself with a grunt. “What you do to me, Reese.” Then, he offers his hand to me. “Ready?”
Honestly? I’m terrified, but my body is all systems go.
A thousand what-ifs circle my brain, but one thought overrides them all.
I set out to get laid, good and proper. Complete with orgasms that weren’t faked.
All things Griffin promises to deliver.
To me.
Tonight.
Just once, don’t overthink things, Reese. Just fucking once.
Heart, you’re not winning this battle. It’s my body’s turn for a little fun. We’ll handle the heartbreak tomorrow.
“Come on, beautiful, don’t keep me waiting.”
I reach out and grab his fingers, managing a small smile as he pulls me to my feet, his hand warm against my waist. “Okay. I can do this.”
