Once Upon a Billionaire(64)

“I love your hands, Maylee,” he told her in that elegant, husky voice that was knotting up her insides. “I was thinking of ridiculous lines when I came back here, to try and figure out how to get you to put them on me. I thought about burning myself with a curling iron like Alex, except I didn’t have one. And then I thought about simply telling you that I had a burning ache in my pants, but then I thought that sounded like an infection.”#p#分页标题#e#

She giggled again. “You really aren’t very good with people.”

“I’m really not.” He sounded rueful.

“All that just so I’d put my hands on you?”

“I would do anything and everything so you’d put your hands on me,” he admitted.

Oh. Such sweetly romantic words. Maylee moved in and put her hands around the back of his neck, drawing his mouth toward her own. She wanted to kiss him so badly, to make sure that what they’d shared the other day wasn’t simply a figment of her imagination.

His mouth descended on hers hungrily. She was taken aback by the intensity of his kiss, but only momentarily. Being devoured by this man, she decided, was a wonderful thing. And as his tongue slicked into her mouth and danced with her own, she gave herself over completely to the long, passionate kiss that seemed to arouse every last inch of her body.

Eventually, his mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her breathless and clawing at his shoulders. “Oh, lordamercy. You don’t kiss like a scholar.”

“That’s rather good to hear,” he said between nibbles on her earlobe. “Have you kissed a lot of scholars?”

Her fingers found their way to his hair, which was soft and tousled because she’d convinced him not to slick it down. She liked touching it. “Just you.”

“Good.” That possessive note in his voice was rather pleasing.

Maylee moved closer to him, unable to avoid the press of his cock into her stomach. Her fingers were aching to curl around his shaft, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her. She was all for kissing and making out and cuddling in bed, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for sex with him. She wanted commitment, and she knew he wasn’t sure he was going to head in that direction, ever. That was fine with her, but they needed to be clear on things. “Griff,” she murmured, and clenched as his tongue slicked against her sensitive earlobe. “Oh, lordamercy.”

“What is it?” His fingers brushed aside her curls, and she felt the hot press of his chest against her pajama top. The tips of her breasts were scraping against him in the most wickedly delicious tease ever.

“We should talk about . . . uh . . . this.” She was having a hard time concentrating as he nibbled on her earlobes. Who knew they were so sensitive? Every time his teeth grazed over them, it felt like they were touching other, more sensitive parts of her anatomy.

“What about this, exactly?”

“I’m just not sure how far I’m ready to go . . .” Oh, his mouth was making things so difficult to concentrate.

“I told you, Maylee,” he murmured against her throat, and she tilted her head back so he could continue to run his mouth along the sensitive skin. “We’ll go as far as you want to go. I will follow your lead.”

“That’s good,” she told him. “That’s really good.” His mouth found her earlobe again and her knees went weak. “Oh, God, that’s really good.”

“Want to get on the bed?” His husky whisper made her sex clench in response, and she felt her pulse pounding in response.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Let’s.”

Griffin gently tugged her with him, and the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She fell backward, and a moment later, Griffin was on top of her.

A low moan escaped her when his thighs pushed between her own, and his cock rubbed against the cradle of her sex.

“You feel so good under me,” he murmured, still kissing her neck. “Did you want to be on top since you’re in charge?”

“No.” Her voice was so breathless. “I like you there.”

“Do you like me here?” He thrust against the crotch of her pajamas, his naked cock rubbing against her.

She gave a whimper of pleasure in response. She liked that far too much. Her nails dug into his back again, and she pulled his mouth to hers for another wild kiss.

“How about,” he murmured between frantic, licking kisses, “tonight you keep everything on and we’ll take it from there? Yes?”

Oh, lordamercy, his mouth was making her regret her initial reluctance. It was doing sinful things to her. “You don’t mind taking it slow?”