Page 100 of Tangled Kisses
My cock is throbbing so hard it’s painful, but I take my time, rolling the condom down slow, my gaze locked on her the whole damn time. Her hair’s mussed, her lips swollen, her body spread out on the sheets like a fucking goddess—and all mine.
God, I want her raw. I want to sink into her bare and lose myself, nothing between us. And I know she’d let me.
But not tonight. Tonight isn’t about claiming—it’s about proving.
Climbing back over her, I brace my weight on my forearms, caging her in. Her legs fall open without me asking, instinct pulling her toward me. I drag the head of my cock along her slick entrance, and she gasps, arching up, her nails digging crescents into my biceps.
“Griffin…” It’s half-plea, half-moan.
“Shh.” I kiss her, swallowing the sound, my voice rough against her lips. “I’ve got you.”
Then I push in—slow, deliberate, inch by inch—until I’m buried to the hilt. My forehead drops to hers as a guttural groan tears from my chest. “Fuck, belleza. You’re so tight, so warm. Like you were made for me.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and I feel every shudder racing through her body. I don’t move yet. I just hold there, letting her take me, letting her feel every ounce of how much I want her.
“You feel that?” I whisper, rocking the smallest bit, deep enough to make her gasp. “That’s me. Inside you. You’re mine. Finally.”
She whimpers, clutching at my shoulders, and I start to move. Slow at first, savoring every glide, every squeeze of her body around me. The slick heat of her is heaven and hell all at once, and I want to lose myself—but I won’t. Not yet.
I watch her unravel beneath me, head thrashing against the pillows, thighs trembling as I drive deeper, harder, until she’s crying my name just like I promised she would.
She was always meant to fall. And I was always meant to catch her.
She’s sprawledon top of me, boneless and spent, her cheek pressed to my chest. I drag a hand lazily down her back, still reeling from the way she came apart for me.
“I hope you’re planning to let me do that a hell of a lot more often,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head.
Her chin tilts up, dark eyes glittering, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. “Please.”
I grin, brushing a thumb over her swollen mouth. “Best time I ever had. No contest.”
She nods, but the flicker of doubt still creeps in—the shadow of all the years she thinks she wasn’t enough, the reminder that I spent years pretending.
I grasp her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Reese, listen to me. You’re the stuff dreams are made of. You feel fucking incredible. And I don’t mean that in some bullshit, practiced way. I mean, I’m lying here right now, hard as a rock and aching for you again, because you undo me.”
Her lips twitch, a little grin sneaking through. “Yeah, well, you’re pretty damn good, too.”
I bark out a laugh, feigning outrage. “Pretty damn good? That’s all I get?”
“Fine. Absolutely perfect. Better?” Her laugh bubbles up, but then she quiets, her fingers tracing lazy circles in the hair on my chest. “Is everything okay?”
I know exactly who she means, even if she won’t say the name out loud. Lauren. She won’t ruin the moment, but she can’t ignore it, either.
I press a kiss to her forehead, steady. “I’ll figure it out.”
Her gaze locks with mine, her voice soft but fierce. “You don’t have to face this alone. You’re not alone anymore, Griffin. We’ll figure it out together.”
For a heartbeat, the wordsI love youclaw their way up my throat. I nearly say them—nearly spill the truth I’ve been choking down since the first time I saw her. Instead, I pray she can see it in my face, in the way I look at her like she’s every perfect thing I never thought I’d have.
I roll back over her, caging her in, my mouth brushing her ear. “We. I like the sound of that.” My cock nudges against her, already straining for more. “Now, if you don’t mind… I’d like to slip back into my favorite place in the world.”
The flush that blooms across her cheeks is all the invitation I need.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Reese
Iblink awake to the sound of movement, sheets tugging lightly at my side. Griffin’s already up, shirt half-buttoned, boots on the floor. He glances over, catches me rubbing my eyes, and his expression softens.
