“I certainly hope you’re going to lick that off,” Griff muttered.
Kinga looked up at him, her lips quirking when she saw his forearm across his eyes, big biceps bulging. His breathing was shallow and the cords in his neck tightened.
Oh, yeah, she was so in control here. She liked it. Of course she did, control was her thing...
But she’d never exerted control in this particular way. Up until now, fellatio wasn’t in her box of sexual tricks. Oral sex was so very intimate, more so than regular sex, and she’d never hit that level of comfort before...
Strange that she wanted to share this with Griff, that he was the man who made her feel so at ease...
Griff, gorgeous and hot, made her act differently. Later, when her brain returned to normal, she’d work out what that meant. And how to protect herself. But right now, all she wanted was to taste him. Using her tongue, Kinga licked off the filling, surprised at how hot he was, how hard. She’d heard the expression, velvet over steel, and while it was a cliché, it was a perfect description for his lovely erection.
Her hand enveloped him and she licked around the tip before taking him into her mouth...
“That’s it, no more,” Griff muttered, launching himself up. Using his strength, and he had lots of it, he lifted Kinga to her feet, pulled down her yoga pants and ordered her to take off her thin jersey.
Still trying to get her bearings, she hesitated and looked down, her eyes slamming into Griff’s. All pretense of teasing and fun was gone—he was now a man on a mission. Hopefully that mission was to make her scream...
Then, as she stared at him, his eyes softened and his hands came to rest on her hips, his thumbs drawing patterns on her skin. “Do you want this, Kinga? Do you want me? Because if you want to stop, this is a good time.”
Did she want to stop?No.
Should she?Hell, yes.
But she knew she wouldn’t. She wanted to know what making love with Griff was like. If she walked away now, she’d regret it forever.
Griff must’ve seen something on her face—eagerness? consent?—because his mouth curled up into that sexy smile-smirk. “Good, because we haven’t finished eating the cheesecake.”
Kinga looked down at the mangled cheesecake and smiled. “No, we haven’t, have we?”
Griff’s expression turned serious again. “Does that mean I can make love to you?”
Kinga didn’t hesitate. She just nodded before lowering her head to brush her mouth across his. “Yes. Let’s do a threesome...you, me and the cheesecake.”
His laughter created a deep warmth inside her and she couldn’t help her long sigh as he undid the front clasp of her bra and gently pulled the cups aside. The heat of his mouth tugging on her nipple raised her temperature further and she clasped her hand to the back of his head, arching her back as he pleasured her.
He lifted his head to speak, his expression rueful. “I need you, Kinga, but I’m not carrying any condoms. Got any upstairs?”
That was easy to answer. “No.”
Disappointment flashed in his eyes, across his face. She couldn’t bear the thought of stopping now, not knowing what making love to him would be like. She needed to know him. “But, if you can promise me you’re clean, I am on the pill.”
He placed his hand on his chest and nodded. “I am, I promise.”
She swallowed, suddenly a little shy. All she could do was nod.
Griff didn’t hesitate, taking her mouth while dropping his jeans and underwear. He slid his hands between her legs, his thumb brushing her most sensitive area. Pulling back to look at her, he lifted her leg, held it across his hip and nudged her opening with his cock, sliding inside her.
She gasped, entranced by the look in his eyes and the wonder on his face. She’d never had a man look at her like that, ever...a combination of heat and wonder and pleasure and satisfaction. Like she was all his birthdays and Christmases rolled into one.
Being the object of such intense fascination sent tingles up her spine, and she felt that lift of the wave, the need to soar, then crash.
Kinga could feel Griff’s tension, heard his groan and then he spun her around to sit her on the back of the couch, lifting her legs. It was instinctive to wind her legs around his waist, to arch her hips into his and with one deep thrust, he hit a spot that sent her skyward before exploding into a Catherine wheel of sparkles and sensation.
She heard his shout, felt his shudder but her world was still whirling and spinning. This was good sex, no, this was spectacular sex.
This was a mind-blowing, soul changing, impulsive coupling that could, if she wasn’t very, very smart, shake the foundations of her world.
And, in doing so, could upend the stable, controlled life she worked so hard to create.
Griff O’Hare was a game changer but she couldn’t let him change her. As she’d realized earlier, he was risk and danger.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, Kinga silently prayed to find a way to protect herself.