Part 7 (1/2)

Talk about an abrupt change of subject. Emma had to think a moment to figure out how to respond. ”I know that.”

”I haven't used one in years. I didn't even think of it.”

Emma took a step closer and touched his arm. ”I'm using birth control, Griff. You don't have to worry about that. And as for anything nasty, I've always been very careful.”

He glanced at her hand on his arm before he looked into her eyes. ”You were so soft and warm and felt so good. When you touched my... When you touched me, I lost the ability to think. I went completely on my feelings.”

”So did I.” Which is something she never did, so was still trying to figure out why he affected her so strongly.

”Don't try to a.n.a.lyze it, Griff. We both enjoyed it. Let's just leave it at that, okay?”

He hesitated several seconds before nodding.

Emma waited, but he said nothing else. Knowing she wouldn't get an invitation to his bed, she forced a smile. ”Thank you again for dinner.”

”I have some errands to do in the morning, so I won't be around until later in the day.”

”Then I'll see you sometime tomorrow.”

She headed for the front door, Griff following behind her. She picked up her purse, which she'd laid on the small table in the foyer. Griff pushed down on the door lever. The door opened a few inches before his hand slammed it shut again.

”Don't go,” he rasped into her ear. One arm snaked around her waist and pulled her tight to his body. ”Stay with me.”

Dropping her purse to the floor, Emma turned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and covered his lips with hers.

Chapter Seven.

Oh G.o.d, can this man kiss!

Hot and wet, with just the right amount of tongue play. No hesitation. Nothing tentative. Griff simply took what he wanted from her mouth.

Emma revised everything she'd believed about kisses being no big deal. Heat swept through her body. Her nipples peaked in her bra, her channel oozed cream. Her panties would be wet in a matter of seconds.

Her legs were going to collapse at any moment if she didn't get some support. As if Griff read her mind, he pushed her back against the door. His hands ran over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her waist, her hips. He cradled her a.s.s and lifted her until her mound cus.h.i.+oned his hard c.o.c.k. Whimpering deep in her throat, Emma wrapped her legs around Griff's waist. She wished they didn't have any clothes separating their bodies.

She tilted her head to the side when he nipped her neck. ”I want you,” he whispered.

”Yes.”

He s.h.i.+fted his pelvis from side to side. Each movement brushed her c.l.i.t and made her p.u.s.s.y clench. ”In my bed.”

”Yes.”

”All night.”

More s.h.i.+fting, more brus.h.i.+ng. Emma wondered if she'd come before they ever removed one article of clothing. ”G.o.d, yes.”

He took her mouth again in a deep, long kiss. His mouth slanted one way, then the other, as he moved his lips over hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip, stroked his tongue across it before darting it inside to brush across her tongue. The entire time they kissed, he guided her a.s.s up and down and moved his hips so his c.o.c.k ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t.

The o.r.g.a.s.m rocked her entire body, curling her toes and making stars explode behind her eyes. She tore her mouth from his and buried her face in his neck while she moaned loudly. Clutching his neck tighter, she gasped to try to get more oxygen into her lungs.

”The next time you come,” Griff said directly into her ear, ”I'll be inside you.”

”The next time I come,” she said after lifting her head, ”we'd better both be naked.”

His eyes were so dark and full of fire. ”We will be.”

Holding her a.s.s, he walked out of the living room and down a short hall. She saw a large white door at the end of the hall, the kind that would lead into a master bedroom. She must be wrong, though, for Griff didn't keep walking toward that door. He stepped through an open doorway. Emma got a glimpse of a dresser before he laid her on a bed. He followed her down, lying between her open legs.

More glorious kisses. Her o.r.g.a.s.m was still sending little zings across her nerve endings. The kisses made those zings even more powerful. Emma placed her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips, hunching her p.u.s.s.y against Griff's shaft. He was so hard, it felt like a baseball bat pressing between her legs.

Taking both her wrists, he held them down on either side of her head. A delicious thrill shot through her at his show of dominance. Two could play at that game. Emma lifted her head and nipped his bottom lip...not enough to draw blood, but enough so he would feel the sting of her bite.

Griff sucked in a sharp breath. ”So you like to play rough, huh?”

”Maybe a little.”

Something flared in his eyes, something slightly dark and forbidden. Griff may be charming and polite, but that didn't mean he wouldn't want something more intense in bed. Another thrill flashed through Emma. She loved intense in bed.

He sat back on his heels and pulled her into a sitting position. With one tug, her tank top came off. Griff tossed it to the floor, then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It joined her top on the floor.

Emma leaned back on her hands, keeping her arms straight and her back arched. Griff fisted his hands on his thighs as he stared at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She knew they were round and full and hadn't started to sag from gravity. The areolas were large and dark pink, her nipples a dusty rose. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s had always drawn a lot of attention from men. She loved that.

He latched onto one stiff peak, pulling it deep into his mouth. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and arched her back even more. Griff moved back and forth between her nipples, sucking, licking, nipping lightly with his teeth while he kneaded her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She'd always enjoyed when a man sucked her nipples. This went beyond simple enjoyment. Heat zipped between her nipples and her c.l.i.t with each tug of his lips, each stroke of his tongue.

Another o.r.g.a.s.m loomed, ready to explode.

Griff cupped her mound and pressed his fingers hard against her c.l.i.t. The extra stimulation pushed Emma over the top. Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her body.

She lost the strength in her arms and collapsed on the bed. She held Griff's head close to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, not wanting to give up the pleasure of his mouth yet. He didn't seem to be in any hurry to move. His tongue slowly stroked her nipples while the hand between her legs slid up and down.

”You...lied to...me,” Emma said between pants.

His hand continued its unhurried journey over her p.u.s.s.y. ”How?”

”You said...the next time I came...we'd both be naked.”

”You're half naked. Does that count?”

”No. I want to see every bit of you.”

”I think I should see every bit of you first.”

”You saw most of me this afternoon.”