“Griffin Turner, are you trying to make me fall head over heels for you at record speed?”
He flashes those dimples that do me in and asks, “Is it working?”
Instead of answering him, I take his handsome face in my hands and press my lips to his, letting my kisses translate all the things that are far too early to declare.
He walks me backward until the back of my knees touch the mattress. Scooting back to the middle of the mattress, he climbs on top of me, kissing me again with an intensity that I match. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his chest down until it meets mine. He rocks his hips into me, causing heat to flood my panties.
Griffin sits back on his heels and takes me in. It feels like he’s undressed me with just his gaze. I let out a whimper as he slowly drags his finger from my bottom lip, down the column of my throat, between the valleyof my breasts, along the middle of my stomach, and to the edge of my jean shorts.
My impatience with him must be written all over my face, because he asks, “Is my girl feeling needy?”
“Yes. Touch me, Griff. Please,” I beg.
“I am touching you, love.”
“More. I need more.”
“Do you like it when I kiss you . . . here?” he asks as he kisses the pulse point on my neck.
“Yes,” I moan in answer.
“What about here?” he asks as he licks the valley between my breasts, then lifts my tank as he trails open-mouth kisses down my stomach to the top of my shorts again.
“Please, don’t stop,” I gasp.
He shakes his head and places his arms on either side of my head, bracing his weight on his forearms as he hovers above me.
“There’s plenty of time for that. But for now, we’re going to live out one of my teenage fantasies.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I ask in a breathy voice.
“You’re going to dry hump my cock until you come like the desperate girl I know you are.”
Oh, god.
Griff rocks his hips into my center, making my pussy throb. The friction of his length through the fabric of my jean shorts has my clit pulsing within seconds.
He kisses me as he continues to grind into me. I’m breathless; my heart pounds like I’ve just completed an intense rally on the court. Griff kisses down my jaw, sucking and biting on my neck, making me moan louder now that his mouth isn’t on mine.
I can tell he is big. Like gloriously big.
Our hips meet thrust for thrust over and over again, pushing me over the brink. His tongue drowns the moans and whimpers as I come the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. White light flashes behind my eyelids as I continue to ride out my orgasm. Griff kisses down my jaw, my neck, to behind my ear, then groans as he rocks into me one last time.
“Jesus, Kenna. You just made me come in my pants for the first time in my fucking life.”
“If dry humping you made me come that hard,” I pant, trying to catch my breath, “then I can’t wait until you actually fill me up.”
“You and me both, Sunshine,” he says as he trails kisses along my cheeks and forehead.
“I’m going to change quickly. Want to wear a pair of my sweats and a shirt?” he asks.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” I say, my voice sounding sleepy. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve dreamed about wearing one of Griff’s shirts.
“Alright, come here,” he says as he helps me up off the mattress.
Griff picks me up and swings me over his shoulder, making me yelp at him that I’m too heavy.
He swats my butt. “I can bench press twice your weight, Kenna. Stop insulting me and enjoy the ride. I know I am.” And he punctuates that with another swat before he smooths his hand over my cheek.
