Page 66 of Small Town Frenzy
Quirking a smile, I chuckle. “I can do that.” I get a good grasp of the plush of her hips, holding her on top of me as I start to thrust upward. Her head hovers above mine, and her tits are bouncing. It’s better than any view I ever had, and I’ve traveled the world searching. That she’s here, with me, and that we found each other again makes this even better.
When her eyes close, I say, “Look at me.”
She does. Her eyes open on my command as I fuck her as hard as I can. Sitting up, she starts maneuvering on top of me, taking my thrusts and anteing up with a few of her own.
When she moans and then calls my name, she trails her fingers down her throat. “You feel so amazing. So good. I’m getting close.”
“You come for me, and I’ll be there with you.” I roll to the side without losing the connection and pick up where I left off. But now I get to see her face when I push her hair back to appreciate the emotion filling her eyes as she stares into mine. As I drive deep inside her, her body slides higher on the bed. She grabs me, working against the tide, for another hit of passion.
The wave starts to crash over me, her heat engulfing me. I hear her chant my name like a prayer on her lips, her body dragging me to the edge with her. I’m ready to fall but detour to her breasts, grabbing one and kneading before bending to kiss the other’s hard pink tip.
Each punctuation of my hips sends me deeper—the passion, the pleasure, the headiness of being inside is too much. Too much . . .
A crush of tremors electrifies her body, sending her back arching and her chest against mine. When her mouth falls open, I take possession and kiss her thoroughly as my savior. I reach down between those glorious legs and find the bud that I know will have her tasting heaven. She bucks upon my touch and groans in indulgence when I swirl my finger over it. And when I flick, pinch just right, and then soothe it, her orgasm rips through her body. Her body grips me so tightly that she pulls me into the abyss with her.
Thrusts become jolts. I pull out and plunge into her deeper, and then again until I feel my release striking. I fuck wildly, losing control as I drive myself into the fireworks. And then I feel peace as I float in the aftermath of gratification.
“Griffin,” she calls me from the darkest recesses,dragging me toward the light. “Griffin,” she says on the verge of breathlessness. Too tired to open my eyes, I remain in the bliss of our union. “Griffin, you’re killing me.”
I’m shoved to the side and roll to my back. Turning my head to the side, I force myself to lift my lids. Cricket’s green eyes are so pretty that I’m glad I opened my eyes. Her torso lifts from laughter, and she says, “I was starting to worry you had died and gone to heaven.”
I hold her hand between us. “I did.”
Sweet sympathy coats her face. “Aw. It was pretty spectacular for me, too.”
Propping up onto my elbow, I bend to kiss her head, then look out at the property. “I can’t see a damn thing, but if you listen carefully, we might be able to hear the river.”
She’s quiet, lifting onto her elbows to stare into the dark. “I can’t hear it.” Her disappointment streams through the words.
“It’s okay. It’s quieter at this point in the river.”
Lying her head back on the pillow, she watches me as I settle in next to her, then rolls to her side to cuddle against me. “If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?” she whispers as if someone else might overhear her.
There’s no point trying to guess what she’s about to ask. She surprises me every time anyway. “I promise.”
“Are you really only designing the house for you and Jacob?”
It’s as if she reached inside my chest to squeeze my heart. How do I answer honestly and still protect myself? I don’t think I can. But I made her a promise I’ll keep. “No.” If she asked me to be more specific, I would, so I offer my heart up on a platter upfront. “I was thinking of the three of us.”
And then I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.
CHAPTER 28
Griffin
“I was hopingyou’d say that.”
I hold Cricket tighter in some lame attempt to make this night last longer, though I know I can’t keep her here forever. I’d eventually be arrested. The subtle movement of her smile growing against my chest allows me to relax, settling me into the moment for just a minute longer. “That doesn’t scare you?” I prop my head up by resting it on my arm so I can see her.
She lifts her head and rests her chin on her arm over my ribs. With her eyes already peering up at me under dark lashes, she replies, “No. It doesn’t scare me. I know you’re not expecting me to jump the Dover Creek ship.” Her eyes glance at the house, then return to mine. “But it’s crossed my mind before.”
This is news.Stroking her head, I could lie like this with her all night and listen to her middle-of-the-night confessions. It’s unwarranted to grin from the possibility that we could be here together one day, permanently, but noteverything has to be a well-thought-out plan. “Something I learned while traveling was to let go of what everyone else expected of me. I had the privilege of money, time, and enough youth to be careless sometimes.”
“I was careless once.” A cheeky smile squeezes her lips together, but that sparkle in her eyes is too brilliant to miss.
“Tell me all about it.”
“Well,” she says, moving beside me. With her head on a pillow next to mine, she faces me. “There was this sultry night in Central America. My cousin and I reunited with a couple of other friends who moved after high school for a few days of sunbathing, spa treatments, and relaxation.” The blanket has been discarded to the end of the bed, and I’m mesmerized by how the sheet follows the flow of her body. Sliding my hand under, I rest it on the peak of her hip. Her skin is warm like the night air, and as my gaze travels the hills and valleys, I land on her lips. The seductive pink plush draws me forward to steal a kiss before falling back into place.
