Page 23 of The Wrong Sister
“Because Catherine broke up with me! She said it was forced. There was no spark! Why wasn’t there a spark, Mina? Everything worked out right on paper!”
“You weren’t a couple on paper, Griffin!” My voice has reached legitimate yelling levels now and there are no signs of slowing down. “You have to be a couple in real life! With real feelings! Who the fuck wants safe and comfortable and easy anyway?”
“But it’s what I was supposed to do! It was the right choice!” He’s yelling back at me now, his face flushed, the vein in his forehead beating. Drinking has let calm, controlled Griffin access his anger and it’s sort of exhilarating, going toe to toe, seeing beneath his normally composed surface.
“And I’m what, Griffin? The wrong choice?” I’m all anger, furious with him, my pulse pounding through my veins.
“YES! You’re the wrong fucking choice!” he bellows, knuckles white in sharp relief against his clenched fists.
“Fuck you, Griffin!” I yell, angry tears springing to my eyes. “There is nothing wrong with me! You need to stop being so fucking concerned about what everyone thinks you should be!I’mnot the problem here! And I refuse to be some shitty consolation prize behind door number two!”
He looks stunned. I clench my teeth together, taking in his blazing eyes, his balled-up fists, the tension in his shoulders. Fuck this. I’m done. I’m tired of this painfully one-sided attraction. I turn on my heel and stalk towards the door. I make it three steps before Griffin’s hand locks onto my wrist and yanks me backward, turning me around and slamming my body into his. I gasp, ready to yell at him again when his lips smash down onto mine and all that anger suddenly becomes something else entirely.
Every touch is sending waves of electricity through me. The kiss is hard, passionate, searing and I am in it as much as he is, a more than willing participant. He picks me up easily, hauling me up towards his face, my legs wrapping around his waist. Pushing my back against a wall, he tilts his head and kisses me more deeply. He groans into me, running his fingers through my hair and lighting me on fire with the movement of his lips and tongue.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Mina. There’s never been a single fucking thing wrong withyou.” He kisses down my neck, nuzzling at me with his teeth before bringing his mouth back to mine. “Fuck, you taste good. Of course you do.”
“Griffin?” He doesn’t react at all, licking and tasting everywhere his mouth can reach. Oh God, I don’t want him to stop. But I might die if this is only a drunken mistake for him. “Griffin!” He brings his silvery grey eyes up to mine. They’re hazy, but it’s no longer the alcohol that’s causing it. “Do you actually want this?”
“Fuck yes. So much. For so long.”
“This isn’t just a reaction to Catherine turning you down?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve only wanted you. I only want you. It’s fucking me up, Mina. I only want you.” His gaze is steady. I kiss him slowly, wanting to see if there are still the same feelings without the anger and frenzy. He melts into me, his lips pressing mine softly and his tongue exploring gently. Fuck yes, it’s all still there, and more. I run my hands through his hair, touching him the way I’ve always wanted to. He reaches around and pulls my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor.
“Your turn, Griffin. Shirt off.”
His voice is low and sexy, causing warmth to spread from my center. “Are you even bossy during sex, Mina?”
I bite my lip. “Only if you want me to be, Griff. Howdoyou want me?”
He growls low in his throat and strides purposefully towards his bedroom, tossing me back onto his bed. His shirt gets tossed to the floor and seeing his bare, muscled torso is different this time. The golden skin is the same, the long, lean muscles haven’t changed, but now they’re only for me. I’m going to be able to run my fingers through that light dusting of chest hair and follow the trail down to its end. I lick my lips in anticipation. I reach back to unhook my bra and Griffin stops me with one roughly uttered word.
“No.” I look up at him, stilling my movement. “Only I get to do that.”Fuck. Griffin in control is hot. I did not anticipate how my body would react to that—to him, being like that. He reaches down and pulls my shorts off, his hands sliding down my legs with the denim. I shiver under his hungry gaze.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are, Mina? What you do to me?” I shake my head no, but only because I’m desperate to hear more. It almost doesn’t feel real, hearing these things coming from him. He pushes the rest of his clothes down and off, his erection springing free. His stare is defiant, daring me to take in his physical reaction to me. I sit up on the edge of the bed, drinking in the glorious sight of Griffin, entirely naked and wanting me. I don’t stop and think. I don’t deliberate. I want this too much.
I lean forward taking him in my mouth. Just the tip at first, lapping up with my tongue and then more, taking him deeper. He moans, his muscles tightening, and I only get one more taste before he’s pulling me up his body, claiming my mouth with his. His tongue is teasing and I’m pressed against him, so much skin but still not enough.
“No more,” he mutters against my mouth. “That isnothow tonight is ending.” His cock is between us, rubbing against me when I move and all I want is to be with him, truly with him. He unhooks my bra and I slide it off my arms, letting it drop. His eyes darken as they rake over me. “So perfect,” he whispers, more to himself than to me. He lays me back on the bed, gently this time, his long body hovering over mine. My skin is alert, the warmth of his proximity giving me goosebumps and butterflies and a burningneed.
“Mina?” His eyes bore into mine, holding me captive. “This is going to take a long, long time.” He’s not speaking loudly but his voice is steely. “I’m going to touch and taste every inch of you until I’m satisfied that I know you better than I ever have. Better thananyoneever has. I’m in control here. Not you.” He’s not posing a question but Griffin being dominant is such a turn-on all I can do is nod in agreement. In this context, with this man, it feels really, really good to give up my tightly held control. “Good girl.”Fuck me. I suck in a trembling breath.
It shouldn’t surprise me that Griffin is extremely thorough. He studies and explores my body the same way he did his schoolwork when we were teenagers: with a single-minded focus and determination. He caresses and licks and nibbles until I’m writhing against his sheets, desperate for more. He’s unrelenting. Like his teenage studying, he’s not merely cataloging information, he’s learning me. He tests every touch, every lick, every nibble against my moans and reactions. I can see him filing it all away in his impressive brain, saving each insight for future use. Or that could be wishful thinking because we haven’t even gotten anywhere yet and I’m already hoping there will be a lot of future revisits.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he slowly peels my panties off, standing back to look at me fully. His eyes are hooded with desire and his exhale sounds shaky.
“How are you this beautiful? How did Imissthat you’re this beautiful?” His expression is pained while I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this seen and desired.
“You’re here now, Griff. Be here now.”
He stands for another minute, eyes roaming, before kneeling next to the bed, stretching his torso flat on the mattress. He runs his large hands down my legs until he reaches my feet and then he pushes back, bending my knees up and placing my feet on his shoulders. I’ve never been in this position before and I feel very exposed. The feeling only lasts a moment, though, before Griffin is back to exploring, leaving me breathless. I press my feet into his shoulders, my hips lifting off the bed. Instead of pushing me back down Griffin slides an arm underneath me, holding me up and giving me a place to rest. I drop my head back, moaning. His mouth is against that sensitive bundle of nerves and when he starts talking to me in his low, sexy voice, the vibrations drive me closer to the edge.
“I like having you at my mercy, Mina. It’s a nice change.”
I bring my chin to my chest, looking down the length of my body where his eyes are watching me. He keeps his eyes on me as he flutters his tongue against me before lightly kissing my clit and creating the perfect suction around it. I whimper. He’s keeping me right there, so close, and I know it has to be on purpose because he’s been carefully figuring out what does it for me. My fists are balled into the sheets and my legs are trembling.
“Fuck! Griff, please?”
