With that, his lips crash down on mine.
Chapter 30
Piper
I don’t know how it happened, but we’re on our feet. Griffin’s hand is still in my hair and I’m fisting his suit jacket.
If what he says is true, I’m about to have the best sex of my life.
The man can kiss.
He deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue over mine. I control the urge to moan because I want to savor every second of this. I don’t want my body’s natural impulses to quicken the tempo of what’s happening between us.
“Do you want me?” His voice is low and filled with blatant need.
I can feel his erection pressing against me. It’s thick and so hard that I could rip open his belt, unbuckle his pants, yank the zipper down and take him inside me with just a push of my panties to the side.
I’m wet. I’m so wet and aroused that I’m already turning the corner toward an orgasm.
I’ve never felt this needy just from the touch of a man’s lips against mine and the taste of his breath.
It’s sweet. Peppermint mixed with the red wine
laced with him.
I nod because I have no idea how my voice will sound if I try to speak right now.
“Say it, Piper.” He bites my bottom lip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Jesus.
I grip his coat tighter. I lick his bottom lip before I whisper, “I want it.”
He pulls back from our kiss, instantly leaving me feeling bereft. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I haven’t said those words to a man before. I’ve only ever let my body speak for me. A touch on his chest, a lick on the tip of his cock, a misguided attempt to give a full blow job that never ended with me swallowing anything but my pride.
I haven’t wanted the level of intimacy where I could completely let go before, until now.
I rest my head against his chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Louder.” He pulls my hair back, so I have no choice but to look up and into his face. “Say it so I can hear it.”
I lick my swollen bottom lip. There’s a small burst of pain from where he bit me. It only makes me want him more. I lock eyes with him. “I want you to fuck me, Griffin.”
“Your bedroom,” he groans as he picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist and carries me down the hallway.
***
My blouse is off and on the floor before I have a chance to think. I don’t complain when I watch his hands move around to the back of my skirt to tug down the zipper. I let him slide the material to the floor, revealing the white lace panties I’m wearing.
I’m thankful that I chose matching lingerie today. The white lace bra is the perfect fit for my breasts.
He stares at my body as he grazes his hand over the front of his pants.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I should thank him for the compliment, but I’m too focused on what he’s doing to form any words. He’s staring at my breasts, his hands inching up my sides toward my bra.