A hiss escaped his lips as I reached down, slipping my hand into his boxers. His breathing became short and strained as my fingers wrapped around him, in a matter of seconds, I was flipped around, lying flat on my back with the weight of his body pressed against me. His mouth dropped to my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my spine as he whispered, “So damn perfect.”
I felt my underwear sliding along my flesh as he eased my panties down my legs. A needful moan vibrated through his chest as he gazed down upon my naked body. A devilish grin spread across his face while he settled his hips back between my legs making my entire body tremble with need. He lowered his face to my neck, the bristles of his beard tickling against my skin, as he nipped and sucked along the contours of my body. My hands dropped to his waist, pulling at his boxers to no avail. He chuckled into the crook of my neck as he lifted his hips and eased them down his legs. Seconds later they were on the floor next to his abandoned t-shirt, and his mouth was back on mine. A part of me wanted to slow down, savor the moment, but I was too far gone and just couldn’t restrain myself. I wanted him, needed him. My legs spread further to accommodate him, my hips shifting up toward him as he rubbed himself against my clit. My entire body ached for him, nearly to the point of pain.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
Unable to even string together coherent words I nodded, praying that he wouldn’t stop.
“Need the words, Wren. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
His words caught me by surprise, but I knew he meant exactly what he’d said. Without reservation, I whispered huskily, “I’m sure, Griffin. I’ve never been more sure about anything.” I wound my hands around his neck, pulling him closer and kissed him. It was gentle and slow, a promise. “I want this. I want you. Please, Griffin.”
“You have me,” he groaned. His hand slipped between us, and his fingers entered me. Each movement was meticulous and slow, causing me to writhe beneath him while his thumb brushed back and forth over my clit. I was unable to control my whimpers of pleasure as he delved deeper inside me. I didn’t recognize my own voice as it echoed through the room. I was completely lost in his touch, loving the feel of his calloused hands against my body. The bed creaked as I arched my back, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten with my impending release. My breath caught in my throat as waves of pleasure rushed through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it a moment longer, his hand was gone.
Griff’s forehead rested against mine as he grazed his cock against my entrance. His erection, hot and hard, burned against my clit while he teased me with it. He shifted his hips to align with my opening. I gasped loudly as he thrusted deep inside me, giving me all he had to give in one smooth stroke. He froze, looking at me with a horrified expression. Grumbling curses under his breath, he said, “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t, and I’m not going to break, Griffin. You feel so good. Stop holding back,” I demanded as I rocked my hips, begging him to continue.
His hands reached up to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he drove into me again. Slow and demanding, he was in complete control. Every smooth slide of his cock into my body was a statement of dominance. His teeth raked over my nipples, and I cried out wanting more. I dug my nails into his back as my whole body ignited with such intense heat, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He pushed deeper inside me as I tightened around him, and a deep moan vibrated in his throat as he picked up his pace. His control shattered, and unable to restrain himself any longer, he pounded into me in long, smooth rapid strokes. I fought to catch my breath as I felt my climax approaching. My entire body jolted and jerked as my orgasm crashed through me. I continued to tighten around his throbbing cock until he found his own release. His body collapsed on top of mine, exhausted and sweaty. I loved how he felt pressed against my bare skin, buried deep inside me. I never wanted to leave that spot.
Chapter 14
Stitch
Sunlight pierced through the window blinds, pulling me from my sleeping stupor, but my body was resisting. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly, and it was difficult to pull myself awake. When I finally opened my eyes, I was not happy to see that I was in the bed alone. I’d fallen asleep with Wren wrapped in my arms, and I expected to wake up with her still next to me. Fuck. I was just about to get worried that she’d left when I heard a commotion in the kitchen, followed by the rumble of profanities. Curious to see what the hell she was up to, I threw back the covers and pulled on a pair of sweats. The intoxicating smell of fresh cooked bacon made my stomach growl as I walked down the hall. When I reached the kitchen, I found Wren hovering over the stove. She was wearing another one of my old t-shirts and her wet hair was falling around her shoulders. Her face was flushed, and she was obviously flustered when she reached into the oven.
“Son of a …. God dog it!” she grumbled under her breath as she dropped the hot pan of biscuits on the counter. “What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I’ve never cooked stupid biscuits before,” she pouted as she shook her hand wildly at her side. When that didn’t work, she placed the tip of her thumb in her mouth, trying to stop the burn.
I cleared my throat and smiled. “Morning.”
With her finger still in her mouth, she turned to face me. Her eyes instantly dropped to my bare chest, widening with appreciation as she stood there ogling me. Several seconds later, she removed her finger from her mouth and said, “Umm… you need to put on a shirt.”
“I do?” I taunted.
“Yeah, you do. I still have to finish breakfast, and there is no way I can concentrate when you are standing there with that chest and all those muscles bulging everywhere. And don’t get me started on that V thing you’ve got going,” she said, quickly motioning her hand up and down my body. “You’ll need to put on some different pants, too. Like old man pants with a big ole’ sweatshirt and maybe a Dive cap.”
“Old man pants?”
“Griffin… You cannot walk around here wearing those,” she scolded pointing to my sweats and shaking her head.
“And why’s that, Wren? Feeling a little tempted?” I teased, smiling at her seductively.
“Look here, Mr. Sex on a stick. I’ve made you breakfast. I went all out. I even made bacon and I don’t do bacon and… go put on a shirt!” she argued.
“Okay,” I chuckled as I advanced towards her.
When I had almost reached her, she started backing away and screeched, “What are you doing?”
“You’re wearing my shirt,” I teased. A look of a panic rushed over her face when I reached for the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing.
“Umm… Yeah, I used your shower, too,” she replied as he grabbed the spatula off the counter, holding it tightly at her side.
When she shuffled her feet, my attention was drawn down to the floor, and I smiled when I saw that she was wearing a pair of my socks again. With my hands still clinging to her shirt, she popped my arm with the end of the spatula. “Back off jack!” she teased.
“Hey! I was just doing what I was told,” I laughed as I grabbed the spatula away from her, tossing it back on the counter. She looked around the room, searching for her next weapon of choice. Seeing that nothing was in reach, a faint scowl crept over her face when she said, “Are you going to behave yourself?”
“I’m not making any promises,” I told her playfully. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Her frown quickly faded when I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against my chest. I never expected to like it so much – having her here, in my kitchen, making a mess while she cooked me breakfast, treating my house like a home. But I did like it. I liked it more than I ever thought I could. She had me wanting things I’d never imagined I’d ever want or need. She had me wanting a future, a future with her and Wyatt. She watched me with those beautiful black eyes as I lowered my head and claimed her mouth. The kiss quickly became heated, and a slight whimper escaped her lips when I stepped forward, pressing her back against the stainless steel refrigerator door. Her arms wound around my neck, and just as we were starting to lose ourselves in the moment, the oven timer started ringing.
She quickly pulled away from me and rushed over to the stove. A wonderful aroma filled the air when she opened the oven door, making my mouth water. I watched her pull out the breakfast casserole made with sausage, eggs, and tons of cheese, and I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer, trying to get a better look.
When she noticed me peering over her shoulder, she said, “It’s my mother’s recipe. I hope you like it.”
“Looks incredible.”
“Get yourself a plate. I’m starving,” she said as she grabbed the biscuits and bacon and placed them on the counter next to the casserole. While I fixed us both a plate, she poured us each a tall glass of orange juice, then joined me at the kitchen table.
“How often do you cook like this?” I asked, taking a large bite of casserole.