Griff’s whole world, not to mention his cock and balls, are on fire. He’s got Alabama all to himself. His entire body had been buzzing after their conversation, their kiss on the pier, and now it’s damn near ready to combust. He’s finally gotten through her barriers and is back to the girl he knows. Only the girl he knew is now a woman, and all he can do is stare.
He’s unable to tear his gaze away from the gorgeous-as-hell sight that greets him. Alabama on her hands and knees, half-naked, waiting for him. Her hazy gray eyes bid him closer, her luscious ass high up in the air, her hair like flame, her skin like rich cream.
It’s torture. Straight-up torture.
Slowly, he makes his way toward her. He wants to revel in every curve and contour of her flawless body. She shudders as he positions himself behind her. But he doesn’t take her. Not yet. He runs his hands over her soft curves, her tight ass. Alabama trembles from his touch.
“Griff, please,” she begs. “You got me goin’ crazy ...”
“Not yet.” Griff drapes himself over her, his breath hot against her ear, and presses kisses to the side of her mouth, her neck, her jaw. Giving her a playful bite on her shoulder, he whispers, “Waitin’ feels good, don’t it?”
She groans. “You don’t play fair.”
“Who said I’m playin’?”
With an expert hand, he quickly removes her bra. Her plump breasts spill out into his waiting palm. He runs a thumb over her soft nipple, stroking it to a hardened peak. Alabama lets out a throaty gasp and throws her head back, her eyes fluttering.
Grinning, he wraps a hand in her long red hair and tugs, firmly yet gently.
“Griff,” she moans. “I can’t ... please ... fuck me.”
Her words snap him like a whip.
Quickly rolling on the condom, he backs up to take her in. A surge of pleasure washes through Griff at what he sees. Plump, she’s plump everywhere. Lips, ass, clit.
With a ragged growl, he grips her around the stomach and slides into her. Alabama gasps, and every muscle in Griff’s body tenses at the feel of her. The bellow of ecstasy he lets out shakes the room. Christ, she feels fucking good. Like heaven. Like his cock’s been dipped in warm honey. With trembling hands, he grips her hips, his fingers making the sexiest dimples in the sides of her creamy thighs.
Alabama arches as he drives himself into her. Drives himself into her with a vicious hunger he’s never had before. Insatiable. Ravenous.
Deep. He’s so goddamn deep inside of Alabama.
Alabama cries out, but before he can stop, ask if he’s hurt her, she murmurs her approval. “Faster, Griff ... faster ...”
She dips down lower, her bare breasts dragging against the bed, her long red hair falling like a veil across her face. And then she’s rocking with him, swaying her hips in a figure-eight. Showing what she likes and taking what he gives. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever felt—that combined with Alabama tightening around him. Viselike. His teeth grit as Griff’s endurance is tested. His determination to last is swallowed up by the urge to let go.
He’s gonna come. Fast.
“Oh, God,” Alabama gasps, her fingers clenching sheet corner. Her body bucks against him. “Oh God ... like this, Griff, yes, just like this ...”
She pulses around him again, and he gasps at the sensation. His cock’s going to explode any damn second. He closes his eyes. “Alabama ...”
“Griff, please ...”
Her voice, breathy, begs him to let himself go.
With a savage cry, he hammers against her one last time. And then he’s spilling into her, pain mixed with pleasure, savoring the feel of her body pressed against his. In response, Alabama’s throaty cry mixes with his, all kinds of satisfied and serene.
For a long second, their ragged breathing is the only sound in the room. Then Alabama lets out a purr of pleasure and sags into the pillows as if she can’t stay upright any longer.
Griff catches her around the stomach and drops beside her. He unrolls the condom, careful not to spill its contents, and leans over the edge of the bed to chuck it in the trash.
And then he’s tucking Alabama tenderly against his side so they’re facing each other. He brushes away her veil of hair, adjusting her in his arms so he can see her face. She’s smiling. She lets out a laugh and covers her face with her hand. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
His lips graze her temple. “Better than high school.”
She gives him a look. A warm blush creeps across her cheeks. “Griff.”
“What?” He traces a finger down her cheek. “It was.”