Page 104 of Holding Out
“You said you wanted Friday Night Dinner to be foreplay for the rest of our lives,” she said helpfully.
“I did say that, didn’t I?”he growled.He scooped her up.“I was full of shit.Friday Night Dinner will be the palate-cleanser between sex beforehand and sex afterward.”
He carried her down the hall and set her on her feet in the bathroom.
Their place was a small rental on one of Tierney Bay’s adorable side streets.They could walk down to the ocean and have their donuts and coffee there.Plus, they could be louder than they’d ever felt comfortable being in Griff’s tiny room.They were saving to buy their own place and would be able to afford something later this year.
Meanwhile, they had discovered some great features of the rental.Like the fact that the detachable nozzle in the shower could make Becca come in under thirty seconds.Which made shower quickies especially fantastic.And especially efficient, since Becca’s pleasure pulled Griff’s trigger like nothing else.
A few minutes later they were clean, damp-haired, and seated in Griff’s truck on the way to Alia and Nate’s house.
“If she tries to start talking about my mom’s wedding,” Becca said, “You need to suggest a game of Taboo.I can’t take any more.”
Griff laughed.“Will do.”
All their friends and family members had long since gotten over their hang-ups about Griff and Becca dating, and now it was just the way things were.In general, Nate and Alia had backed way off on their overprotectiveness of Becca, but she knew from time to time she’d have to remind her sister that she was a big girl.
But she didn’t mind.Alia needed to be needed and probably always would, and until she had five or six kids crowding up the house and demanding a hundred percent of her attention, Becca would always be on her radar screen.
“I always like playing Taboo with you, anyway,” Griff said.“Reminds me of the night when you asked me to be your personal Jondalar.”
“You did a very good job,” she murmured.
“It was not a hardship,” he murmured back.
“Stop or we will not make it to Friday Night Dinner.”
He was quiet for a stretch, then said, “Becca.”
“Mmm?”
“I still think of myself as your personal Jondalar.”
“You donot.”
“I do.”
“It’s the Wonder Schlong thing, right?”she teased.
“Well, there’s that,” he said, modestly.
She blew a raspberry at him.
“Seriously, though, baby.You know what it is?”
His voice had gotten, suddenly, much more serious.
“What?”she asked.
“Every time, Becca.Every time with you, it’s like the first time.And the best part is?I know it always will be.”