Griffin’s hands left her face to explore the voluptuous curves that had haunted his dreams—and his showers—for the past few days. Trailing his fingers down her back, he groaned into her mouth when he finally filled his hands with her sexy ass. Marin nipped at his lip in response. He slipped his hands beneath the fabric of her T-shirt, grazing his fingers along her soft, warm skin.
She tore her mouth away from his, threw her head back, and sighed his name. The sound made him hard enough to pound diamonds. His lips took advantage of their change in position to explore the tender skin of her neck. Marin scored her fingernails along his chest, seeming to demand more.
Far be it for Griffin to disappoint her.
He wedged his thigh between hers while he unclasped her bra at the same time. Marin’s eyes were wide and wild when they met his. They were still for a long moment before she oh-so-slowly ground down on his thigh, her eyes never leaving his. His breathing fractured when she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and with an erotic moan, began to rub against him.
Mesmerized, Griffin watched her pleasure herself. But only for a moment. If there was pleasure to be had, he was damn well going to provide it. Gripping her waist, he lifted her to the sofa. He yanked her T-shirt and bra over her head, tossing them across the room. Then, he laid her down, spreading her out on the cushions like a veritable feast for his out of control sex drive. Marin was breathing heavily, panting in fact, making those gorgeous breasts of hers quiver tantalizingly.
“Damn, but you’re beautiful, Marin.”
His fingers worshipfully skimmed the delicate skin around her nipples. At his touch, she gasped his name. Desire shot to his groin at the breathy sound. His touch became firmer. She sighed deeply as her head began drifting from side to side. Marin’s hands were suddenly on his shoulders, gripping him with a determined strength. He could feel the heat of her fingers through his suit jacket as she tugged his body closer.
Griffin didn’t bother resisting. Not when his lips were on a collision course with her amazing breasts. He blew gently on the aroused tip. Marin’s fingers began clawing frantically at the fabric of his clothing.
“Easy, babe.” He trailed his lips over her flushed skin.
She let out a frustrated cry making Griffin chuckle before he put her out of her misery.
* * *
Marin arched her back, pleasure pooling at her core when Griffin finally—finally—put his lips to her skin. Another gasp escaped her throat when he blew on her nipple before trailing a row of kisses on the underside of her breast. Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she tried to guide his head to where she wanted him—needed him—most. She felt him smile against her skin. But then he was there, his wet mouth closing over her nipple, bringing her both pain and pleasure at the same time.
Her pulse throbbed wildly throughout her body. An agonizing tension was building between her thighs. She needed relief. But when she tried to move her hips, she couldn’t; his hard body had her pinned to the sofa. She tugged on his hair, but Griffin ignored her, too busy enjoying the banquet that was her breasts.
“Please, Griffin,” she cried.
This time he laughed out loud. Marin couldn’t decide between punching him or kissing him, the arrogant jerk. But then he shifted his torso upward allowing just enough room for his wicked hand to pass between their bodies.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered seductively just as his finger found her sweet spot. Slowly, he stroked her through her clothing, the silk of her panties dragging against the over-sensitized skin had her seeing stars.
“Does that feel good, Marin?” he murmured against her ear just before taking her earlobe between his lips.
“Oh, God, yes!” Marin panted.
Griffin chuckled again before sinking his teeth into her collarbone. His finger was still working its magic at her core. “What else do you want, Marin? Tell me. Tonight, I’m going to give you whatever you want. As often as you want it.”
She nearly came at his words. But she needed more. Wanted more. She worked her hand between them, her fingers finding the hard ridge of his desire. Now it was her turn to torture him. She cupped him through his trousers, taking great pleasure when he hissed against her shoulder.
“I want you,” she demanded. “Inside me. Now.”
He pushed up on his forearms so he was looking down on her. She shivered without his body to warm her. His eyes were as dark as the ocean in a storm. And they were full of so much desire her breath caught in her throat.
Marin reached up and brushed her thumb over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Make love to me, Griffin. Please.”
His lips slowly turned up in that devastating grin of his. “As often as you want.”
“You’re a little overdressed, though.”
She pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. It got stuck at his elbows, but Griffin was too intent on kissing her to slide it off himself. While he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, she yanked at his tie and then the buttons of his shirt until she could feel bare skin beneath her fingertips. He moaned into her mouth when she dragged her fingernail over the flat pebble of his nipple.
Griffin’s kisses became more frenzied further stoking the fever that was raging within Marin. She tugged his shirt free from his pants. Reaching beneath the fabric to touch his flat stomach, her hand hit something hard on his side. With a start, she realized his gun was in a holster at his waist. A second later, she realized that Griffin’s body had frozen.
He pushed off of her with a jerk, his gaze moving erratically around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time.
“Shit!” He jumped off the couch. “Shit, shit, shit!”
Pulling on his clothing, he spun in a circle, one hand gripping the back of his neck.