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A moan of pleasure escaped her. Jo pulled him to her, thrusting her hands into the thick dampness of his hair, surrendering to sensation as he nipped and teased with expert teeth, lips and tongue.
This man knew what he was doing with a woman’s body.
He stopped abruptly with a grunt and before she could protest, he lifted her in an easy sweep, carrying her across the room to the bed. He dropped her gently, the cool sheets kissing her fevered skin.
Jo scrambled back, propping herself on her elbows, her heartbeat deafening as his smoldering gaze raked over her. Being naked in front of him was petrifying, like teetering on a dangerous precipice, but the thrill of free-falling headlong into the unknown with this impossibly sexy man was irresistible.There was only raw hunger in his eyes, an insatiable craving that matched her own.
His gaze dragged down her body. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m not usually so brazen.”
Griff cranked one eyebrow. “Just as well. I’ll kill any man who looks twice at you.”
Jo pushed up to kneeling and reached for his towel.
His large hand engulfed hers. “If we start this, there’s no stopping.” His voice was a growl of vibration she felt throughout her body. “You need to know I won’t stop till I’ve claimed every inch of you, branded you as mine.”
Jo inhaled his scent of soap and man, rich and heady like aged whisky, leaving her dangerously intoxicated. “I know. I don’t want gentleness tonight. I want to feel alive, to do the same for you.”
She swallowed and tugged the towel apart, needing to see all of him, to feel the slide of his skin against hers, for there to be nothing separating them.
As the towel fell to the floor, tendons jumped in his neck. His thick erection bumped against his flat abdomen. With shaking fingers, Jo traced the velvet softness of the thick mushroom head, the slick glisten of pre-cum on the tip, her arousal rocketing at the thought of his cock buried deep inside her, stretching her, completing her.
He yanked her forward, his free hand tangling in her hair, capturing her in a searing kiss that was fast and furious. She sank against him; her curves melding against his hard planes. Opposites in so many ways. Was this the reason he drew her to him like he was her north star?
His hand slid down her side, tracing under the curve of one breast, down her belly to the sweep of her hip, his rough hands kneading, stroking, and caressing her skin. He pressed his fingers into the knotted muscle of her shoulders before moving lower to her buttocks and thighs.
Jo whimpered as his mouth followed his hands, cruising down her flank to the top of her hip. He paused briefly, peeking up at her. His face was taut with feral need as he gazed at her with hungry eyes. Then he lowered his head, scattering kisses down her thighs, his breath hot and teasing against her skin.
As his attention drew closer to where she wanted him, he locked his hands on her hips, pinning her in place. He made a hungry sound and then his mouth was on her, his shoulder shoving one of her legs out of the way to give him better access.
Jo’s head hit the sheets, her body arching reflexively to his talented touch. His tongue lapped at her with firm strokes, sucking the air from her lungs and obliterated any remaining coherent thoughts. There was only Griff and the way he made her feel.
His attention was relentless, as he parted her slick folds with thick fingers and sucked her clit into his mouth. It was too much. Jo tipped over the edge, giving herself over to him, the white heat of her release ripping her apart, his name spilling from her lips.
As her thoughts became coherent again, she knew Griff had been right. His touch marked her, and she was no longer sure there was a way back, even if she wanted to find one.
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Griff swallowed hard, holding Jo close as her breathing slowed and body relaxed. Her hair was tousled, spread across the sheets, her eyes half-lidded, hazy with pleasure. He’d never seen anything more gorgeous. Fucking more please.
“Griff—”
A growl silenced her and then he kissed her, sharing the salty taste of her honey, supporting himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush her. He loved this, driving this beautiful woman to the edge and back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the sweet citrus of the soap she’d used. He wanted all this smart, sexy woman offered. Blood thundered in his ears as need rode him hard from the wild way she kissed him back, shredding his control.
“Griff.” She was breathless, her pupils blown.
He pushed her back on the bed and covered her, caging her with his body.
He caught her hand as she caressed his cheek and pressed his lips to her palm, branding her skin with a fierce kiss. “What I feel for you is unlike anything else.” His voice was low and raw, but he was powerless to change it. That was she did to him, exposed him at his most primal. With Jo, it was possible to believe he was good enough, that there was more to him than his fucked up past, like she’d seen through all the scars and shit and saw him for just himself. Was that even possible, or was it just the craziness of circumstances and adrenaline?
But for a few brief hours, he chose not to care. She wanted him and right now, it was all that mattered.
He touched her chin, tilted her head so she looked him straight in the eye. “Just the sight of you makes me burn. When other men glance your way, I have this fucking primitive urge to stake my claim, brand you as mine.”
Her nostrils flared, her lips parting under the impact of his words.
He was talking too much. He should stop now before he got hurt, before he revealed his whole fucked up heart. But perhaps it was too late for that. She’d already made him want things he never thought possible. Made him want to lose himself in her.
