Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Tell your brother I’ll be over in the morning to help him work on the railing.” He nods toward the house.
My grandfather left the big, rambling home to Remy, and my brother’s put a lot of work into fixing up the place—even more so after I moved in. Something’s always breaking or needing to be repaired. But it holds warm memories of our grandparents, so I understand why Remy refuses to sell it.
“You know, if you’re going to keep putting in so much work here, you should probably take Remy up on his offer to move into the guest room.”
Griff releases my hand and stares out the window. “That’s a bad idea.”
“Why?”
As if it pains him, he tears his gaze from the house and focuses on my face. “I can barely keep my hands off you now. Under the same roof? It’d be asking for trouble.”
“Oh,” I whisper, completely shocked by his admission.
Guilt settles on my shoulders. One of the reasons my brother keeps asking Griff to move in is to help him pay the bills. I’ve offered to take more hours at the grocery store where I work two days a week, but Remy won’t allow it. I’m sure it would make things easier on Remy to have a roommate to split the living expenses with. But because of me, the two people I care about most in the world have to struggle—and participate in dangerous, underground fights. Can’t forget that part.
“I’d behave myself,” I say.
The corners of Griff’s mouth turn up and he lets out a soft snort. “I know you would, Muffin. It’s me I’m worried about.”
Oh, really?
“Why?” I ask innocently. “Are you worried I’d sneak into your room late at night and tempt you into doing something inappropriate?”
“What?” He frowns. “No.”
“Are you suuuure?” I tease, enjoying watching him squirm for once.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Really? You wouldn’t like me waking you up in the middle of the night?” I unbuckle my seat belt, place my hand on Griff’s shoulder, and twist my body until I’m straddling his lap. In my head it was a smooth, sexy move. In reality, it’s awkward, and my knee slams into the door handle. He reaches down and eases the seat back but it’s already as far as it will go. My butt rests on the steering wheel, and Griff wedges his hands between my cheeks and the wheel.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, amusement coloring his words.
Somehow, I reach down inside myself and pull up some bravery. Maybe our earlier kiss altered my brain chemistry or unlocked my uninhibited side. “Giving you something to think about later tonight when you’re all alone in your apartment.” I swoop in and press my lips to his.
It’s as if the touch of my lips snaps his self-control. He inhales sharply. His arms band around me, erasing the last few inches between our bodies. The tension in my legs melts away, and I realize my crotch is resting on his erection.
Oh, my. That feels good.
I move my hips, tentative at first. Experimenting. Griff groans, the sound vibrating straight to my core. I rock against him again and again. The sensation is both a tease and a promise of something more to come—if he’ll let me.
“Ah,” I sigh. “Oh.”
“Molly?” His hands grip my hips to stop me, and I let out a cry.
“Don’t.” Oh God, if he stops me, I’ll die. I need more. Something much, much more.
“Molly,” he whispers. His hands leave my hips, sneaking under my shirt, grazing my skin.
“Griff, please,” I whimper.
“What do you need?”
“Uh, I don’t know…more.”
His hands drop back to my hips, holding me down while he slowly grinds up against me.
“Oh. That. Right there.” I wiggle against him, desperate for harder contact. “Please, Griffin.”
Our harsh breaths fill the car.
“Say my name again,” he begs.
Sweat beads along my forehead.
Hot, so hot.
“Griffin.” So much agonizing need passes between us. Everything’s so heightened and intense. My hands curl over his shoulders, digging in while a shot of white-hot pleasure rolls over me.
“Oh my. Wow.” I moan and collapse against him, breathing heavily.
What was that?
My heart’s hammering so hard I’m sure Griff can feel it.
“Griff?” I lift my head, staring into his wide eyes. “Was that…?”
His gaze roams over my face and he squeezes me tighter. “That ever happen to you before?”
“No. Did I...? Was that…?” My cheeks burn. Did I just grind myself into his lap until I…orgasmed?
His lips slide into a lazy smile. “Yeah, I think so.”
Absolutely mortified, I bury my face against his neck and mumble, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” he asks, his voice low and strained. “You’re beautiful. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
What crap. I pick my head up and stare at him. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not.” He places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. “Feeling pretty damn proud of myself for making you come while we’re both fully clothed.”