Page 19 of Property of Grifter
Nana’s eyes light up.“Oh!That must be Griffy.”
“I’ll go fix my hair—” I start, but she’s already heading down the hall.
“I forgot something, you answer the door!”
I freeze.“Nana!”She ignores me and it’s way too late.She already disappeared toward the bedrooms.Muttering a few choice words, I open the door.
Griffin is standing on the doorstep looking gorgeous.He’s tall, broad, and complete trouble wrapped in a leather club vest, faded black tee and jeans that look like they were made for him.His beautiful brown eyes do a slow, devastating sweep from my bare knees to my loose hair.My body instantly feels like it is going to go up in flames.
Griffin doesn’t say a word.He just reaches out, grabs me by the waist, and slams his lips down on mine.Hard.
The kiss is searing, all-consuming, and so good that it should be illegal.I mean, it makes the world fall away.His lips are hungrily moving against mine, his tongue is pillaging my mouth, dominating me.There’s nothing but him—the taste of smoke and danger.His strong hands are holding me at my hips, his fingers biting into my skin with bruising force—and I love every single minute of it.I lose myself so completely that his power over me hits with a dizzying rush that make my knees completely useless and I give him my weight.If he doesn’t hold me up, I’ll just fall to the floor.There are no other choices.I can’t tell you how long the kiss goes.I do know I wish it hadn’t ended, and my lips try to follow his when he pulls slightly away.Eventually, I manage to pull air into my lungs so that I can talk, but I only manage one word.
“Wow.”
His grin is pure sin.“Georgie, you are gorgeous.”Then he leans close, his voice low enough to melt every bone in my body, and whispers something that makes my face go up in flames.“I fucking love what you got going on, baby, but I am going to enjoy peeling it off of you and kissing every inch of skin that I uncover even more.”
I was still trying to remember how words are formed when Nana appeared, holding a plastic grocery bag.
“Here, Griffin,” she says cheerfully, handing it to him.
I blinked.“What’s that?”
“Just a few things you’ll need in the morning,” Nana says sweetly.
My jaw drops.“In the morning?”
Griffin laughs, the sound low and warm, and it makes something exciting unfurl in my stomach.“Nana, I think I love you.”
“Of course you do, dear.Now you two have fun.Mrs.Clancy’s coming over—we’re watchin’ Grey’s Anatomy re-runs and droolin’ over Dr.McDreamy.”
“Nana!”I protest, but she’s too busy shoving me out the door.If Griffin hadn’t caught me, I would have fallen.
“What’s in the bag?”
“A toothbrush.Clean underwear.That kind of thing,” she announces cheerfully.“Oh!I also packed some condoms just in case Griffin was running low.You two have fun!Don’t do nothing I wouldn’t do,” she says and then slams the door shut in my face.
In.My.Face.
“I’m not taking underwear!”I shout so loud my neighbors can probably hear me.For his part Griffin is laughing his ass off.I look at him, completely mortified.“I am not sleeping with you.”
Griffin grins.“Okay,” he manages to get out around his laughing.
I squint at him.“You’re giving up that easily?”
“Sure.I actually agree with you.”He deadpans.“I don’t want to sleep with you either, Georgie.”
“Oh.”I frowned, feeling sick to my stomach.“Really?”
He leaned in, brushed his lips over my ear, and whispered, “No, Georgie.I don’t want you to sleep at all.”
“Well, that’s good,” I mumble, and even I know that I sound forlorn.Has he changed his mind since this morning?Of course he has.His men probably told him about the rumors the town has about me.Heck most of them probably believe it.Now, he’s thinking I’m a freak and doesn’t want me at all.Bitterness boils inside of me and I have to concentrate to force the bile—that is threatening to rise from the pit of my stomach—down.
“When I get you in my bed, I’m going to fuck you senseless.Sleeping is the last thing I want,” he growls, nipping the lobe of my ear with his teeth.I walk with him like a zombie, my face on fire.He takes the bag Nana gave him and puts it in his saddlebags, before sitting down on his bike.Then, he hands me a helmet.I stare at it until I realize he means for me to ride with him.
“I can’t climb on your bike.I’m in a skirt,” I explain like he’s dimwitted.
“I noticed.It’s hot as hell,” he replies, eyes glinting.“But it’s dark.No one will see anything long as you hold onto me tightly.”
