Page 14 of Merriment and Mayhem
Griffin stood just on the other side of the threshold, hands braced on the doorframe, head hung, looking as absolutely wrecked as she felt. His eyes flitted up, meeting hers. “Sorry. I was just about to—”
“This was a date,” she blurted.
He frowned. “Sorry.”
“I’m so,sotired”—she reached out, fisting the front of his shirt—“of pretending this isn’t what I want.”
“Everleigh.” His jaw clenched. “What are you saying right now?”
She laughed. “Isn’t it obvious?”
He shook his head. “I need you to be really fucking clear right now.”
The wordfuckrolling off his tongue sent a bolt of heat through her. “I’m saying you should kiss me right now, or else I’ll—”
Griffin’s mouth came crashing down on hers before she could finish the threat.
There was nothing chaste or slow about it. His tongue was in her mouth, tracing the ridges of her teeth, tasting her, taking what he wanted, stealing her breath. When he drew back, teeth nipping at the swell of her lower lip, she shivered, a soft groan escaping.
“Goddammit, Everleigh,” he swore, hands rising, gripping her arms. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”
“Me?” She laughed against his mouth. “I’m infuriating? You’re the one walking around in a uniform that’s way too fucking small.” Hugging his biceps in a way that was practically pornographic.
He chuckled and stepped closer, pressing his erection into her hip. “I’m not wearing my uniform now.”
“No.” She nipped at his lip the way he had hers, earning a groan. “But you are wearing too much.”
“Could say the same about you.” He hummed, and one hand slid down her shoulder, her arm, slowing to caress the skin of her inner elbow, pausing to brush his thumb against the thrumming pulse in her wrist. He shifted, tracing the curve of her waist before reaching for the hem of her waterlogged dress. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric and trailed up the inside of her knee, fingertips rough and warm as they danced against the skin of her thigh. His hand cupped her over her underwear, pressed right up against her cunt through the cotton. “I bet you’re already wet for me, huh?”
Her face flamed as she nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck.” He chuckled under his breath, the look in his eyes heated but a bit soft, too, as his gaze flickered over hershoulder into the bathroom. “Truthfully? I’ve never actually fucked anyone inside a shower before. And considering your track record and how I’m not looking to call 911, maybe—”
She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his so she wouldn’t grin too stupidly. “Bed,” she muttered against his mouth.
“Bed it is.” His hands slid down, palming her ass, fingers biting into her flesh as he lifted her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping softly when he pressed against her, her panties the only thing covering her core.
Griffin stumbled down the hall, trying to navigate while nibbling her neck. His teeth grazed against a particularly sensitive spot just under her ear, and she tightened her legs, squeezing him to her, making him groan.
Halfway up the stairs, he huffed and set her down, right on the staircase. “Fuck this.”
Shuffling until he was kneeling several stairs below her, he reached under her dress, fingers looping around her underwear, tugging them over her ass and down her thighs. They wound up flung somewhere over her shoulders, forgotten when he ducked his head beneath her dress and ran the flat of his tongue between her folds, moaning softly against her.
“Oh, my God.” Her hands twitched, grasping the edge of the stair, fingernails biting into the dark wood. The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit, hard and fast before he wrapped his lips around the bundle and sucked. A shudder racked her body, her stomach tensing, twitching. “Fuck.”
Fire sparked inside her veins when his hand trailed up her thigh and two of his fingers pressed against her, sliding inside and curling against the spot she could never comfortably reach, but his fingers were longer and thicker than hers and he knew exactly what he was—fuck—what he was doingwith them. Pleasure unfurled from the base of her spine and spread—
“Oh.” She snapped, muscles trembling, as she came, pleasure blindsiding her, stealing the breath from her lungs until her vision spotted.
Griffin withdrew his fingers, raising his eyes as he licked his lips, lips that were flushed and swollen and slick. “Good?”
She shook her head, blinking, words failing her. “Uh-huh.”
Slowly, he smirked, cocky as hell, and her cunt clenched all over again. “Good. Not that I’m opposed to further practice, because—fuck, Trouble. You taste amazing.”
As if to make the point, Griffin brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.
Everleigh squirmed. There was a stair sort of poking into the middle of her back that she hadn’t noticed until now. A credit to exactly how good with his mouth Griffin was, managing to distract her. “Maybe we could actually move this to a bed?”
