She smiles, blissed out beyond belief. “Right now,” she says. “Right now is what’s next.”
He lifts a brow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Get a condom and we’re golden.”
He settles her gently back against the pillows, then reaches into his nightstand, digs down deep, and grabs a condom. His eyes, having never left her face, crinkle as he grins. “However you want it, sweetheart, you tell me.”
Her stomach tightens. There’s something in his eyes that tells her this is all for her, that his pleasure comes last and he won’t enjoy himself if she isn’t.
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Hmm,” she says, sitting up on her elbows. “Well, I tend to like it like this ...” She flips herself onto hands and knees. When she glances back over her shoulder, Griff’s suddenly gone very still except for the flexing of his cock. “What do you say, Greyson?”
His lips curl in approval. “I’d say ... what am I goddamn waitin’ for?”
A rush of heat fills Alabama.
So much for staying away from Griff Greyson.