Page 65 of Small Town Frenzy
“You know what I want to do to you?”
“What is that?” With her interest piqued, I reach for her, weaving my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and bringing her in for a kiss. Just when our lips part, I whisper, “I want to drag my tongue between your tits, tease your nipples with my teeth, then fuck them until I come.” I’m so fucking crass when it comes to her. She brings out the best and worst in me without even realizing how she causes me to react.
The silence between us sends a quake of worry through me, so I lean back enough to catch her gaze. The shock I expected isn’t there. Nothing that indicates I crossed a line exists in any part of her expression. “Too mu?—”
“It’s like we share the same mind,” she says without a flash of a lie in her eyes.Damn, she’s good.Magnificent, in fact.
Running her hands over the sides of my face, she says, “I can’t wait to do all the things with you.” Resting back on mylap, she tilts her head, and a sweet smile reappears on her pretty face. “Maybe not all at once, though.”
“We have time.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Tugging the hem of my tee, she plucks it. “This still needs to go, charmer.”
I tug it off over my head and toss it somewhere on the bed. I stand to strip off my boots and jeans without making a big deal about it. I’m just anxious to return to her mounting me. As soon as I hang them on the railing, I turn around.
A cat who ate a mouse looks less guilty than she does sitting there like she already knows she owns me body and soul. She twirls her finger in the air, and says, “Spin for me.”
My boisterous laughter bellows into the dark night as I eye her with my arms crossed over my chest. “Funny.”
She shifts, bending one knee up and resting an arm across it. “What’s so funny, Twenty-two?” There’s not one bit of humor in her question, and her expression backs that request. “Can’t handle a girl bossing you around?”
“I can handle you just fine. You want me to spin?”
Her grin grows well past her mouth. “I do.”
“Careful with those words, or you might find yourself married.”
“You should be careful yourself, cowboy.” I swear she arches her back as if her tits put the exclamation on that remark. “Tossing around the word married while trying to sleep with me might get you in trouble.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, there won’t be any sleeping tonight.”
“Prove it.” The woman’s got some moxie in her attitude tonight. So fucking sexy. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she states, “Spin. For me.”
My girl is going to play this card until she wins, so I might as well give her a show. Stripping off my boxer briefs,I get a good grip of my dick and slide it up the length once, making sure she’s watching. “You see how hard you get me, babe?”
“Hard to miss.”
“You’re stroking my ego, but I’d rather you be stroking my?—”
“Then spin and I’ll let you steal second base.”
Every time I think she can’t be hotter, she proves me wrong. I’m starting to think this spinning business is a prerequisite. All’s fair in love and sex. I spin, slowly, allowing her to ogle every part of my body to her desired content. I have a few things to be ashamed of in my life. My body isn’t one of them.
When I’m facing her again, I ask, “Anything else, your majesty?”
“Yes,” she replies, reaching around to her back and unclasping her bra. After she slides the straps down her arms, baring herself to me, she waggles a finger to summon me back to her. With my knees pressed to the wood of the daybed, I watch her smile soften at the corners as she looks at me. “You’ve ruined me, Griffin.” Not what I expected, which is starting to become a running theme with her. “I feel empty without you inside me.”
Relief embellishes my smile as I climb back on the mattress. “I can help with that.” I take her thong down her legs and drop it near the bra at the corner of the bed. With both of us naked, we slip under the covers next to each other. Instead of leaning over and kissing her, I say, “I want you on top of me.”
This time, free from any barriers, she straddles me again. Bending to kiss me, she whispers against the corner of my mouth, “I don’t want you to wear a condom. I want tofeel all of you.” I turn, cupping her face to ask, but she adds, “I’m on birth control.”
The trust she’s giving me, the way she’s opened not only her heart but her body for me, leaves me at a loss for words. “Okay.” I find one through the mess of thoughts running through my mind. “I cannot wait to feel all of you, babe.”
I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, warming the goose bumps populating her skin. She lifts, positioning my dick at her entrance, taking charge and sinking down. Easing over me causes her mouth to part, her eyes to bat closed, and for her head to fall forward. She takes me inch by aching inch until she’s seated on my lap. When her hands drop to my chest, she steals a few quick breaths, then raises her head to look at me again. “It’s so much.”
The words could be referring to anything, but I know what she means. I run my fingers over her cheek, admiring how she’s even more stunning when we’re bonded like this. “I feel it.” My voice is huskier, her warmth consuming. “It’s overwhelming and makes me crave this connection even more with you. Like I never want it to end.”
“Me too.” She laughs lightly, then adds, “But I really need you to start moving.”
