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“You haven’t been down here?”
“Not in a long time.” I glance up at the white drop ceiling that must conceal all the pipes and beams of the house that I remember. “It was more open and spidery back then.”
“No spiders,” he promises. He touches the door on the left. “That goes to the rest of the basement—furnace, water heater, all that fun stuff.”
He taps the first door on the right. “Bathroom.”
“So it’s basically an apartment without a kitchen?” I say, following him to the next door.
“Exactly.” He pushes the door open and holds out his arm, inviting me inside. “Bedroom.”
“Right to the point, huh?” I tease.
He flicks on a light switch. “I don’t think you understand what you unleashed up there in that rocking chair, Muffin.”
That had been fun. Teasing him. Feeling his hard body against mine. Letting his warmth seep into my skin. Possibly getting caught by one of our nosy neighbors.
I glance up and find a more thoughtful, almost hesitant expression on his face. “We can slow things down.” He takes a step back and gestures toward the couch. “We can watch a movie or something.”
That would be pointless. I’m so wound up, and want him so much, I’d probably climb in his lap before the movie starts.
“I’m just happy you’re here with me.” Longing and appreciation echo through his words.
“Me too.” I step into the bedroom and hold out my hand to him. “Touch me.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He rests his palms on either side of my face and tips my head back. I stare at him, trying to memorize every line and angle of his face. The fear that he’ll leave again continues to hover at the back of my mind.
Not now.
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. All the bitterness and hurt I’ve held onto the last few months seems to evaporate.
I sigh and lean into the kiss. I’ve never wanted anything more than his mouth on mine.
Griff’s quick fingers untie the straps of my tank top and the loose, flowy material pools around my waist. Staring him in the eyes, I gather the material and lift it over my head, dropping it on the floor.
Hunger beats a steady pulse at his throat. His chest rises and falls faster while he stares at me like I’m the only drop of water in an ocean of sand.
“I’ve missed you so bad,” he rasps. “Thought about you every day. Feels like a thousand years since I’ve touched you.”
Every word brings on a wave of desire. Then guilt snakes around my heart. If only I’d trusted him. “We could’ve been here sooner if?—”
“No.” He presses a finger to my lips.
“Remy said I broke your heart.” A soft tremor vibrates through my whisper, so ashamed that I hurt someone I love so much.
“Muffin, you can break my heart,” he leans in and kisses my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips, “over and over again as long as we’re together in the end.”
“I never want to hurt you.”
“I can take it.” He cups my breasts. Each brush of his thumbs against my nipples is a jolt to my entire body. He slides his hands over my ribcage and down to my waist like he’s trying to map and memorize every inch of my body.
His gaze drops lower and one corner of his mouth tilts. “Are those little cherries on your pants?”
I pinch the loose material away from my legs. “Yes.”
“They’re really fuckin’ cute on you.” His fingers play with the waistband. With one swift tug, he pulls the drawstring loose and pushes the pants down my legs. “But I need them off.”
“Done.” I work my feet loose and kick them aside.
