I laughed, toeing off my sandals before crawling onto the bed beside him. “Take your time, champ. You earned this.”
His arm immediately looped around my waist, pulling me against him. “You earned this too, Tate,” he murmured against my hair. “Just let me hold you for a bit.”
I tried to fall asleep. I really did. But being wrapped in his arms, his steady breath against the back of my neck and the intoxicating scent of him—warm, masculine, and laced with the faintest hint of salt from the ocean—made it absolutely impossible. Every fiber of my being buzzed with awareness, my skin prickling where his fingertips rested lightly on my stomach.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry as a new kind of tension crept over me, one that had nothing to do with exhaustion. My heart pounded in my chest, heat coiling low in my belly. I shifted slightly, pressing my back into the firm wall of his chest, testing just how close I could get.
His arm tightened instinctively around my waist, a sleepy hum vibrating in his throat. But I wasn’t done. I wiggled again, my ass grazing against his crotch, and that’s when I felt it, his body reacting to mine. A slow, deep ache spread between my legs as the hard ridge of him stiffened further, pressing into the curve of my backside.I needed him like I needed air to breathe.
A sharp inhale sounded behind me, followed by a low groan that sent shivers down my spine.
“Tate…” Griffin’s voice was rough with sleep, laced with something darker, something needier.
I bit my lip, heat pooling between my thighs as I arched my back just a little more, my body fully aware of the storm I was about to unleash.
“I need you,” I whispered just as his hand crept up my body, fingertips grazing my skin until his fingers wrapped around my throat, applying the smallest hint of pressure that awakened a new monster within me.
“Is this okay?” he asked softly, and I nodded, hoping he would squeeze tighter.
“Choke me, baby.” I wheezed, my body lighting up beneath his touch. I had never been so turned on before.
In a flash, he rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his powerful legs, his hands gripping both of my wrists above my head. I couldn’t move, and I loved this new dominant side of him that was coming out.
He skimmed his nose along my jaw, teasing and hinting at what was to come. His lips pressed softly to my temple before his lips were at my ear.
“You’re so beautiful, Tate.” His voice, barely a whisper, sent chills down my spine. “I want to do so many things to your body. I want to worship it as much as I want to make you bend to my every whim. Ineedyour nails to tear at my skin. Ineedto hear you scream my name. Ineedto fuck your sweet pussy, kitten. Is that okay?”
I couldn’t find the words to tell him I wanted him to absolutely destroy me. It was something so new, so forbidden, but so tempting and alluring all at once.
Mom had always warned me away fromFifty Shades of Grey, but was this what I wanted?
Did I want Griffin to spank my ass? Did I want him to choke me while he fucked me? Did I want to be dominated?
Yes. I didn’t just want it.I needed it.
“Fuck me, Griffin.”
“I’m gonna need you to beg for my cock if you really want it.”
“Please.” I kissed his jaw, his groan rumbling through his body above mine.
“Again.”
“Please, Griffin,” I whimpered, my body strung with need. There were layers of clothes separating us, and I wanted to tear at them. His bare chest wasn’t enough. I needed to feelallof his skin on mine.
His lips were at my ear again, his words a whisper of desire that shot through me.
“Again, kitten.”
“Please fuck me, Griffin!” I struggled against his hold, his name a plea and a scream that bounced off the walls around us.
“As you wish.” He let go of my wrists and leaned back on his knees, pulling at the soft fabric of my shirt and then my bra in a frenzy. Before I could even comprehend what was going on, my clothes were thrown about the room, along with his, leaving us skin on skin.
“Are you wet for me, Tate?”
I nodded, mouth dry, chest rising and falling rapidly with every lungful of air I sucked in. My skin was alight with desire.
“I’m not going slow tonight, Tate.”
