He looked at me, just looked at me.
His breath was ragged, his expression ravenous.
It was almost too intense. I started to pull my knees closer.
“No,” he rasped. “Open for me.”
My heart stuttered in my chest. I did as he asked, spreading my legs, presenting myself to him.
“Oh, doll,” he groaned. “Can you really think I don’t enjoy myself?”
I was having trouble breathing. I wasn’t sure what to say. I reached for him, wanting him close again.
He came to me. He kissed my lips, the tip of my nose, the hollow just beneath my ear, both my breasts, and then he sank to his knees in front of me.
I felt his lips on my inner thigh, tracing his way to his destination.
And when he got there, I lost myself to him. He demanded, and I submitted to the sweet torture of his mouth.
* * *
It was the fifth time my phone had rung. I was snug against Griffin’s bare chest in bed, my skin gloriously just as bare, and he felt like hot, liquid marble against me. I didn’t want to move.
“Can you turn that off or something?” Griffin grumbled.
“Mmph.” With effort, I rolled away from him and slid out of bed. It was cold outside of the covers. I missed being close to him already.
My legs felt shaky, probably because of the things Griffin had been doing to me before we went to sleep. I smiled wickedly at the thought. I managed to make it out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Where had I left my phone?
I wasn’t sure if I was completely satisfied with his answer to the question I’d posed to him. I said that I wanted to touch him, and he basically responded by going down on me? It had been amazingly wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I shivered at the thought of it. So good.
But the thing was, I could tell that he was only trying to distract me.
I was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t horribly wounded or something. I wasn’t sure how that could have happened, considering he’d been given the serum and all of that, but I did remember what he explained to me about cutting off fingers....
I shivered again, but this time not out of pleasure. That couldn’t even happen, though, could it? I mean...
Plus, I’d felt his... you know, boy parts. We slept all jammed up against each other, and he sort of poked me sometimes. In the leg or the thigh. It seemed like everything was functioning okay down there.
He wasn’t broken.
At least, I didn’t think so.
He’d said something was wrong with him.
I wished he’d just tell me. Even if he was horribly wounded, I wouldn’t care. If that was the way things were, fine. I was sure there had to be something that we could do to make him feel good, and I wanted to do it.
I banged into my recliner. “Ouch.” The thing hadn’t moved hadn’t it? No, it was because it was dark.
My purse was out here somewhere, and my phone was in it. By this time, it had stopped ringing, but I needed to turn it off so that it wouldn’t ring and bother me again.
Maybe it was on the couch.
Blindly, I felt along the wall until I got to the couch. I blinked hard, trying to make my eyes see better in the dark.
No use. I couldn’t see much at all.
I felt along the couch.
Ah. Jackpot. Purse. I reached inside, found my phone, and pushed the button to turn it off.
Then I made my way down the hallway and climbed back into bed.
“Who was it?” Griffin asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t look. I just turned it off.” I snuggled close.
He wrapped his arms around me. “That’s weird, though, isn’t it? I mean, no one calls you except Stacey. And who would call that many times in a row?”
Was it weird? I was tired. I didn’t care. “If it’s Stacey, I’ll talk to her in the morning.”
Griffin shifted next to me, sitting up. “You need to check, doll.”
I moaned. “Why? I’m comfy now.”
“I’m thinking about it, and it’s weird. No one calls that many times in a row if it’s not urgent. And not very many people even have your phone number.”