She dozed off to the sound of his soft chuckle rumbling beneath her ear. If she had known how delicious this felt, she’d have agreed to marry him much sooner.
Chapter 15
Priscilla padded barefoot into his kitchen, hitching up the shoulder of his white shirt she wore. It came down almost to her knees. His scent, still embedded in the fabric, teased her senses. Another low ache hummed through her depleted body.
Griff strolled in behind her, clad only in his jeans. She looked away, because all she wanted to do was touch him, all over, again.
“I’m starving. I was so nervous all day I couldn’t eat,” she said, yanking open the refrigerator door. Only a few things were there. “Do you cook?”
“The basics. You?”
“Nothing. I can barely boil water.”
“Quite a pair,” he murmured, shaking his head. He nodded to the contents. “There’s bread and cheese. Grilled cheese?”
“Sounds good to me.” She handed him the items.
“Butter’s on the door.”
The simple domestic activities heightened her awareness of him. His fingers brushed hers as she handed him the ingredients. His hot stare shafted through her. And, when she followed his directions where to find plates, she bumped into him. Reaching out, he steadied her, but not before she put her palms on his bare flesh. His swift intake of breath matched hers.
She never knew the effect she could have on someone or they could have on her. “Griff,” she whispered.
“Do you know how damn sexy you look in my shirt?”
“Do you realize how damn sexy you are without one on?”
“I want you.” His voice, low and deep, drummed an invisible chord in her middle. “Again.”
Standing on tip-toe, she placed a soft, gentle kiss on his lips, lingering there. “What’s stopping you?”
He groaned. “Pixie.” His hands came around her waist, lifting her. Priscilla grabbed onto his shoulders. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Without hesitation, she did. “I like when you tell me that.”
Griff held her with little effort, and then carried her backwards until he put her down on the counter, still connected. “There’s something else you should know.”
“What’s that?” she asked, watching the hypnotic way his lips moved.
“There are different kinds of lovemaking. Slow and long—”
“Like we just did.” She swallowed. “Or what? Fast?”
“And hard. Both have their purpose.”
“Show me the difference,” she said, already covering his mouth with hers.
***
A loud, sharp meow rent the air. It brought Griff back to the moment. His legs were weak, but he still held her close to him.
“I like them both,” she said in a low voice that tickled his senses.
He groaned, but set her back on the counter. He adjusted his jeans and, with infinite care, buttoned up the shirt she wore—his shirt—more than half-way to stop him from wanting more. Tiny thrills still danced in his veins. Stop him from wanting her? That could never happen.
The meow came again, louder. “Tabby,” she said, slowly pulling away.
Helping her down, he caught her when she wobbled. He tugged her to him, and then dropped a swift kiss on her lips. “It seems you’re not the only one who’s starving.”
She giggled. “I do seem to have a rather large appetite.”
“Pixie,” he warned, but the low hum in his middle strummed. He already couldn’t get enough of her. What would it be like when their time together came to an end?
***
The next afternoon, Griff halted the Vette in front of Charlie’s house. He watched Priscilla gather her pink tote. “It shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours, at the most.”
“You’re dedicated to King’s. My family will definitely understand. It’s so sweet they want to celebrate our wedding, though, with this impromptu reception, isn’t it? Even after we sprang it on them.”
“I’m surprised no one objected.” His concerns had disappeared when Charlie had come to him and gave him her blessing just moments before the ceremony.
“Now you’re family. Part of my family.” Priscilla smiled, leaned over and kissed him quickly. She made to leave, but he stopped her.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said. He tugged her close, and then kissed her, a long, slow, deep kiss that made him think twice about leaving her.
When he finally pulled back, her desire-glazed green eyes stirred another blaze of heat through him. But, he looked closer, witnessing something else, something more breathtaking. Love.
He was still shaking when he watched her make it to the door, turn and wave. Dolly let her in, hugging her and waving at him, too. Only when the door closed behind them did Griff check the side mirror and pull out onto the road.