His words caught me by surprise, but I knew he meant exactly what he’d said. Without reservation, I whispered huskily, “I’m sure, Griffin. I’ve never been more sure about anything.” I wound my hands around his neck, pulling him closer and kissed him. It was gentle and slow, a promise. “I want this. I want you. Please, Griffin.”
“You have me,” he groaned. His hand slipped between us, and his fingers entered me. Each movement was meticulous and slow, causing me to writhe beneath him while his thumb brushed back and forth over my clit. I was unable to control my whimpers of pleasure as he delved deeper inside me. I didn’t recognize my own voice as it echoed through the room. I was completely lost in his touch, loving the feel of his calloused hands against my body. The bed creaked as I arched my back, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten with my impending release. My breath caught in my throat as waves of pleasure rushed through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it a moment longer, his hand was gone.
Griff’s forehead rested against mine as he grazed his cock against my entrance. His erection, hot and hard, burned against my clit while he teased me with it. He shifted his hips to align with my opening. I gasped loudly as he thrusted deep inside me, giving me all he had to give in one smooth stroke. He froze, looking at me with a horrified expression. Grumbling curses under his breath, he said, “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t, and I’m not going to break, Griffin. You feel so good. Stop holding back,” I demanded as I rocked my hips, begging him to continue.
His hands reached up to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he drove into me again. Slow and demanding, he was in complete control. Every smooth slide of his cock into my body was a statement of dominance. His teeth raked over my nipples, and I cried out wanting more. I dug my nails into his back as my whole body ignited with such intense heat, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He pushed deeper inside me as I tightened around him, and a deep moan vibrated in his throat as he picked up his pace. His control shattered, and unable to restrain himself any longer, he pounded into me in long, smooth rapid strokes. I fought to catch my breath as I felt my climax approaching. My entire body jolted and jerked as my orgasm crashed through me. I continued to tighten around his throbbing cock until he found his own release. His body collapsed on top of mine, exhausted and sweaty. I loved how he felt pressed against my bare skin, buried deep inside me. I never wanted to leave that spot.
Chapter 14
Stitch
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Sunlight pierced through the window blinds, pulling me from my sleeping stupor, but my body was resisting. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly, and it was difficult to pull myself awake. When I finally opened my eyes, I was not happy to see that I was in the bed alone. I’d fallen asleep with Wren wrapped in my arms, and I expected to wake up with her still next to me. Fuck. I was just about to get worried that she’d left when I heard a commotion in the kitchen, followed by the rumble of profanities. Curious to see what the hell she was up to, I threw back the covers and pulled on a pair of sweats. The intoxicating smell of fresh cooked bacon made my stomach growl as I walked down the hall. When I reached the kitchen, I found Wren hovering over the stove. She was wearing another one of my old tshirts and her wet hair was falling around her shoulders. Her face was flushed, and she was obviously flustered when she reached into the oven.
“Son of a …. God dog it!” she grumbled under her breath as she dropped the hot pan of biscuits on the counter. “What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I’ve never cooked stupid biscuits before,” she pouted as she shook her hand wildly at her side. When that didn’t work, she placed the tip of her thumb in her mouth, trying to stop the burn.
I cleared my throat and smiled. “Morning.”
With her finger still in her mouth, she turned to face me. Her eyes instantly dropped to my bare chest, widening with appreciation as she stood there ogling me. Several seconds later, she removed her finger from her mouth and said, “Umm… you need to put on a shirt.”
“I do?” I taunted.
“Yeah, you do. I still have to finish breakfast, and there is no way I can concentrate when you are standing there with that chest and all those muscles bulging everywhere. And don’t get me started on that V thing you’ve got going,” she said, quickly motioning her hand up and down my body. “You’ll need to put on some different pants, too. Like old man pants with a big ole’ sweatshirt and maybe a Dive cap.”
“Old man pants?”
“Griffin… You cannot walk around here wearing those,” she scolded pointing to my sweats and shaking her head.
“And why’s that, Wren? Feeling a little tempted?” I teased, smiling at her seductively.
“Look here, Mr. Sex on a stick. I’ve made you breakfast. I went all out. I even made bacon and I don’t do bacon and… go put on a shirt!” she argued.
“Okay,” I chuckled as I advanced towards her.