Page 50 of Taming Her

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I do.”

He was quiet for a moment, running his fingers through her hair, washing away the suds. “I want to care for you, Ava. I want to be the one to do this kind of thing for you, to see you blossom when you uncurl your wings.”

“My wings? I’m no angel.” She giggled, a little expulsion of emotion.

“No, you’re definitely not an angel, your frequently red behind is proof of that.” He touched her backside, just a trace of one finger. “But…” His mouth was against her ear. “Perhaps I’ll be able to spank some of the devil out of you.”

The word spank sent a strange shiver through her despite the fact the spankings had been damn humiliating.

She leaned back against him, her shoulders coming into contact with his concrete chest. “I’ll try and avoid being spanked today.”

“Do you think you’ll manage it?”

She turned, her hair thoroughly rinsed now and stared up at his face. His eyelashes were wet little points, water dripped from his chin. “I can try.”

“That’s all any of us can do.” He cupped her face and studied her eyes.

She wanted to reach up and kiss him, have his mouth on hers and touch her tongue to his. They were close, so close and naked, yet still she needed more.

What is this spell he’s cast on me?

His eyes flashed. “You’ve had the wrong type of adoration for too long, Ava.”

“How can adoration be wrong?”

“You’ve had no one call you out on bad behavior.”

“But I—?”

“I’m speaking?” He frowned slightly. “You have been out of control, living without rules. What you need is hard rules with strict boundaries.”

“Yourrules?”

“Yes.” His cock brushed her belly. “My rules.”

A tremble of longing rushed through her veins. The water was hot but she was hotter.

“You’re unique.” He tipped his head a little lower. “You’re not like other people who understand what is good for them and what is not. But luckily I do know what is good for you, Ava, and I know exactly what you need.”

“What’s that?” She was a little breathless, her nipples tight and her heart thudding against her sternum. The craving for his kiss was eating her up.

“A man who’s not afraid of challenging you.” He stroked his thumbs over her ears. “A man you trust to dominate you with respect, tenderness, patience, and firmness.”

“And that man is…?” God, he had to kiss her. She’d die if he didn’t. She wanted Griff in a way she’d never wanted anyone else. More than she’d ever wanted him before.

“Me, Ava. That man is me.” He held her head tight and still then crushed his lips to hers. “I won’t let you be frightened away from me again.”

“But I… oh—” She whimpered, the relief of the kiss finally arriving weakening her knees. Closing her eyes, she slipped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. Her breasts flattened on his chest, his cock lodged between them. He slid his tongue into her mouth.

Had he always been this damn good at kissing? She couldn’t remember. In fact her brain was fudged. Griff was kissing away every thought, memory, and worry.

Releasing his hold on her head, he roamed down her body until he cupped her ass cheeks.

And then she was traveling upward. Their kiss didn’t break as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy was slick with arousal as the solid shaft of his cock pushed up against it.

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