Griff popped the last bite of his slice into his mouth and when he swallowed, he shrugged and smiled at her. “At least I brought you a whole pizza. I was tempted to eat some of it on the way over here.”
“Lucky for you that you didn’t,” Kinga tartly responded.
“I could’ve not brought you any at all,” Griff pointed out, that sexy smile still on his face.
It really was a sweet gesture. Had she thanked him properly? And thank him she should. Kinga leaned forward and touched her lips to his in a brief kiss. She placed her fingertips on his strong jaw before pulling back. “Thank you for the pizza,” she softly told him. “It was a very nice of you to think of me.”
“Even if I did eat most of it?” Griff asked, his voice raspier than normal.
“Even so,” Kinga said before tapping her fingers against that sexy stubble. “But the cheesecake is mine.”
Griff captured her fingers in his and gently, so very gently, kissed the tips. “Bet I could persuade you to share.”
“Bet you couldn’t.”
This was, after all, Junior’s cheesecake. She might not be able to finish a whole pizza pie, but she could scarf down an entire cheesecake with no problems at all. It was her superpower.
Griff’s eyes darkened to intense green, the color of Maine woods after a hard rain. Kinga felt her throat tighten and her nipples harden. She was old enough, experienced enough to know that he was contemplating eating her sweet treat in a very nonconventional way.
It surprised her to realize she didn’t have the slightest objection to combining food and pleasure...
Oh, there were a million reasons why sleeping with Griff was a mistake but, by all things holy, she couldn’t remember one. The ache between her legs needed to be assuaged; her skin craved his touch. Her mouth needed his on hers—immediately—and her hand itched to strip those beautiful clothes from his stunning, masculine body.
Even her mind, normally so clear-thinking, was silent.
“Tell me what you are contemplating, Kinga,” Griff asked her, scooting forward and wrapping his big hands around her thighs, just above her knees.
“I’m thinking that you would like to lick cheesecake off me,” Kinga whispered, surprised by her low, raspy phone-sex voice.
“You’d be right,” Griff replied. “I’ve been having cheesecake-inappropriate thoughts since boarding the damn plane.”
Feeling like she was operating outside of herself, Kinga flipped open the lid of the cheesecake box and, using her finger, scooped up a blob of filling and slowly sucked it off her finger. Griff’s eyes followed her actions and Kinga dropped her gaze to see his erection tenting his pants.
Griff was a big man, everywhere.
“My turn,” Griff said, echoing her actions. He smeared some filling down her neck and took his time licking her clean. Kinga heard someone’s hard breathing, realized it was hers, and shuddered. She’d only sucked her finger and felt his lips on her neck, she shouldn’t be this turned on...
Yet she was. And she had no intention of stopping...
Griff snapped off a corner of cheesecake, popped it into his mouth and then kissed her, deeply and with complete confidence. A million taste bombs exploded on her tongue. The tart tang of the cheesecake, a hit of sweetness, Griff himself.
As their tongues danced and dueled, Kinga went to work on his clothes, of which there were too many. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, undid the buttons to his waistcoat and pushed both garments down his arms and flung them away. Under his thin cotton shirt she could feel his hot skin and, not wanting to waste time fiddling with buttons, she yanked it out of his jeans and pulled it over his head, exposing his gorgeously hard, tanned, muscular chest to her hands, eyes and mouth. Pulling back, she looked down to see a light smattering of hair, a darker trail snaking over his ladder-like stomach to disappear under the band of his jeans.
His hands were under her jersey, confident fingers exploring her breasts and stomach and, while she loved his touch, it was more important to trace the ball of his muscled shoulder with her tongue, to smear cheesecake across a flat nipple and lick it off, to hear him shudder and feel him squirm.
This hot, sexy, alpha man was completely under her spell and Kinga felt powerful, connected to the source of ancient, feminine wisdom and strength.
She was never the aggressor in sex, and rarely allowed her dates to go this far, but with Griff, she felt safe and...free. Free to explore, to be the initiator. He was strong enough, confident in his masculinity to allow her to take the lead...
Kinga stood up, pushed the coffee table away and put the cheesecake box on the floor, in easy reach. Kneeling between Griff’s legs, she placed a palm on his chest and forced him to lean back. He watched her through hooded eyes as she tackled his soft leather belt and then the buttons on his jeans.
“You seem to be doing all the work, baby,” he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek.
Kinga sent him a cheeky smile before placing her palm on his thick, steel-hard cock. “Do I look like I have a problem with that?”
“No,” Griff replied, lifting his hips to push into her hand. “I love the way you touch me, Kinga.”
His cotton underwear was a barrier, so Kinga pulled down his boxer briefs and there he was, six or seven inches of masculine glory. Dipping her head, she blew against his shaft, inhaling his fresh, clean smell. After nuzzling him and teasing him with eager fingers, she fumbled for the cheesecake box and scooped up a little filling, creating a cream-colored strip down the center of his shaft.