“This is so fucked up.” She spun around, her gaze darting all over the room. Maybe there was something she could do inside. Stairs? He didn’t have any. He didn’t have any machines. Even an elliptical would be better than nothing at this point.
She fisted her hands at her sides.
Griffen stood a foot away from her, letting her rant, which only served to make her feel like a huge idiot.
When she finally glanced at his face, he was smirking.
She narrowed her gaze at him, her face heating to a new level.
“I’m sorry, baby, but you’re so fucking sexy when you have a tantrum.”
“Sexy?” She plucked at her shirt. “This is sexy? I’m soaked and pissed as hell. My hair is matted to my head. My shoes are squishy. You’re warped,” she shouted.
He stepped in front of her. “Yeah, the wet T-shirt does nothing for your breasts. And the cold that’s making your nipples stand at attention isn’t attractive, either.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what, baby?” The endearment he used for her and the way he spoke so softly only made her angrier.
“Don’t try to make light of this.”
He sobered. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I know you’re frustrated. It’s unnerving. It’s like the forces of nature are against us.”
“Thank you.” At least he was on her side. She slumped against the door, staring down at her soaking shoes that squished when she moved her feet.
Griffen stepped closer. “I can’t explain any of this. All I can do is hold on to you while we wait it out.” He reached out with one finger and brushed a lock of wet hair from her forehead.
Two seconds later she was plastered to the door, her arms pinned over her head and Griffen’s lips devouring her mouth.
Shock kept her from struggling at first. She tugged on her hands, but he was so much stronger that she didn’t have a chance.
“Open for me, baby,” he commanded against her mouth.
She pursed her lips under his kisses.
He grinned against her. “Open, Rebecca.” His voice made her lips vibrate. His breath tasted of Griffen, her Griffen, her wolf.
She couldn’t hold on any longer. She needed to breathe in deeply. When she parted her lips to suck in a breath, he went for the kill. His tongue dove into her mouth. His knee thrust between her legs, and his chest flattened against hers.
Instantly she was aroused. Her energy switched from pissed to needing his cock that fast.
She moaned into his mouth, no longer fighting him as his tongue delved deeper. She ground her pussy against his leg.
“That’s it, baby, transfer the anger,” he muttered into her mouth. He released one wrist to grab it with his other hand so he held both her wrists with one set of long fingers. His free hand snaked down between their bodies and tugged her shirt up over her breasts. He popped the front of her sports bra and wrapped his hand around her globe. His fingers found her nipple and pinched. “See, already stiff for me.”
Rebecca was lost in sensation as his palm flattened on her belly and made its way down to her shorts. He tugged the wet material over her ass until he had to remove his knee to continue. Without releasing her wrists, he managed to get her shorts off, stepping on them with his feet to free her of the sopping wet Lycra.
She toed off her soaking wet shoes next.
And then his fingers found her center and plunged into her.
She screamed again, this time from need instead of aggravation. Or maybe the emotion wasn’t so distinct.
When his thumb landed on her clit and pressed while he fucked her with his fingers, she shivered from her head to her toes. And not from the cold.
She was burning hot now.
“That’s it, baby. Feel my fingers. Let it go.” He pumped harder until she was so close she could taste it.
Then his hands were both gone.
She teetered forward, her eyes shooting wide open as she gasped. “Griffen. Oh God. Please.”
He yanked her shirt and bra over her head and tossed them aside. He pulled his own shirt off next and then his shorts, kicking off his running shoes as he scrambled to get naked.
He grabbed her wrists again and held them over her head.
Her head rolled back as his hand came between her thighs, and two fingers thrust into her again. She moaned, rocking her hips forward.
“Come for me, baby.” His mouth found hers again, and his tongue danced across her bottom lip before possessing her fully.
She ground her pussy against his hand until her clit rocked into his palm. She needed more pressure, more friction.
“What do you need, baby. Ask for it,” he mumbled against her lips.
An annoyed groan escaped her mouth. “Jesus, Griffen. Please.”