Page 84 of Midnight Hunt
“Trust me,” he breathed again, his mouth still hot against mine as he carried me toward the family truck he’d arrived in.
He’d parked it haphazardly on the shoulder, the road dark and deserted this time of night. When he walked past the passenger door and proceeded to open the back door, I knew he didn’t plan to move it anytime soon, which was fine by me. All I cared about was him and the way his touch and words were making me feel.
Loved. He made me feelloved.
I didn’t even have to pretend to believe it this time. He wasmakingme believe it. Each kiss burned away more and more of my doubts and fears, filling me with a certainty that what he said was true. That I could trust in his love. That it wouldn’t break over time. That I couldn’tdestroyit.
Tears of abject relief rolled down my cheeks, and he paused to kiss them away, continuing to whisper against my skin, “Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.”
I kissed him back, letting him feel my love for him in return. Tentatively at first, then with growing courage.
Climbing inside the truck, he laid me on the backseat and shut the door. Soon, the cab was filled with the heady scent of arousal and the sounds of our labored breathing. Sweat beaded my forehead and settled between my breasts, making me itch to tear off my dress. Before I could, Griff broke the kiss to utter another, “Trust me.”
Burning with need, I peeled open my eyes to meet his. “I do. I do trust you.”
That was all he needed to hear. Without taking his eyes off me, he slid both hands to my thighs and lifted up my skirt. When it was around my waist, he hooked two fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down. It became hard to breathe, my eyes glued to his as he continued to tug on my underwear. Lifting one leg, he removed my high-heeled shoe, then did the same with the other. His hands went to my underwear again and slowly resumed their torturous downward path.
I thought I would die. I thought I woulddiefrom anticipation.
Seeing my desperation, a slow grin curled Griff’s lips.
“I hate you,” I said in a quivering breath, maintaining eye contact as he scooted backward and knelt on the floor beside me.
“You love me,” he corrected, grinning wider when I whimpered in response.
“Yes, I stupidly love you. I stupidly love everything you’re doing to me, and I don’t want you to stop,” I breathlessly said, whimpering again when he slid the underwear free and tossed them on the floor.
“Then be a good girl and place your legs on my shoulders,” he purred, and that was nearly enough to make me come.
I immediately obeyed him, propping my head up against the door so I could better watch what he was doing. Sliding his hands up my thighs again, he gripped them tightly and slowly lowered his head.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I panted as his face disappeared beneath my skirt. When I felt his warm breath feather over my throbbing pussy, I started to hyperventilate.
He was inches away.Inches. But he paused to quietly groan, “Your scent is everything. I’ll never get enough.”
“Griff, please,” I begged, my legs starting to shake. “Please, I need you. I need—”
His tongue licked my clit, and I loudly cried out as pleasure roared through my body. His fingers were magical, but his tongue . . . Oh, his tongue was wickedly good at making me feel naughty things. I saw stars as he applied just the right amount of pressure to my overly sensitive center, swirling his tongue in a way that had me gasping for breath.
Random stuff flew out of my mouth, most of it singing his praises. When my pleasure started to build, I gripped the seat cushion and door handle for dear life, panting so loudly that it sounded like I was in labor.
He burrowed his face deeper between my thighs, adding even more delicious pressure. My legs squeezed his head in response, but he pried them back open so his tongue had full access to my pussy. Every time he flicked it, I cried out, the sensation driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Griff, Griff, Griff,” I started to plead, my body buzzing with so many intense feelings that I was about to burst from the pressure.
In response to my chanting, his tongue went wild, lashing across my clit so rapidly that I fell over the edge in a mindless scream. Wave after wave of pulsating pleasure pounded through my body. I let it sweep me away, closing my eyes in utter rapture. When I finally came down, I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a self-satisfied smile.
“I’ll never grow tired of watching you come,” he said.
“Never?” I panted, still trying to catch my breath.
He paused to watch me some more, then quietly replied, “You’re my past, present, and future, Vi. I don’t want this with you just today. I want this every day. I want forever with you.”
All the air left me in a rush. With my legs still propped on his shoulders, I whispered back, “I want forever with you too.”
He looked at me like I’d just handed him the moon.
“Then let me claim you.”
