want to do something for me, take off your clothes."
Keeping his clothes on was keeping this business somewhat sane. The minute they were naked-to-naked the pace would pick up, and it would be a race to the finish. He wanted to savor the foreplay, enjoy their place out of time. As if she read his imminent refusal on his face, she spoke up again. "Just the shirt. Start with the shirt."
Yeah, that desperation was a definitely sweet payback. Taking pity on her, he brought his fingers to his shirt buttons. With her gaze glued to his moving hand, her own touched the center of her body, right between her breasts. As he unfastened his shirt, her thumb drew down her own skin, reflecting his movement. Touching on herself the same inches of skin he bared.
Jesus. It was the most unconsciously erotic sight in his memory. Her skin reacted to her own caress, goose bumps rising on her flesh in the wake of that trailing thumb. When he reached the last button, her hand had fallen to the band of those scandalous panties, and her fingers toyed with the ribbon.
"Don't you dare," he said, shrugging off his shirt.
"Dare what?" Her eyes didn't leave his chest.
"Those are my panties."
Frowning, her gaze lifted. "I'm not giving up a second pair."
We'll see about that. Instead of answering, he crooked a finger at her. Apparently forgetting her underwear alarm, she flew into his arms. The silken skin of her breasts met his chest.
Oh, hell. His alarms went off. The time for slow was over.
His mouth fastened on hers, his tongue thrust, his palms slid under fabric to cup the curves of her ass. She tilted her hips, her body rubbing against the urgent rigidity of his cock. He groaned, kneading the flesh in his palms as she pressed harder, clearly pleasuring herself.
When it was his job to pleasure her. Damn it! Why wouldn't she wait for him to provide that? Didn't she trust him to take her all the way?
But the questions put her in his head again. He couldn't have that. Bodies were what this was about. Bodies were the matter of the moment.
She was sucking on his tongue, her hips making tight little circles. He felt the tension in her bones and the burn of her skin. He knew the infuriating woman was close. Too damn close.
Breaking their kiss, Griffin slid his hands to her waist and lifted her away from his body. As he swung her into his arms, her mouth, swollen and red from his, turned sulky. "No!"
Ignoring her protest, he strode for the closest bedroom. A lamp was on low, the covers were turned back. He tossed her onto the mattress, then followed her down, their bare torsos meeting again. Immediately, she tried wiggling underneath him, but he knew her game.
She was trying, once more, to get herself off.
He threw one leg over the top of her thighs to keep her still and bent his head to her breasts. Jane moaned as he took her into his mouth. When he sucked at her nipple, she bucked against the weight of the thigh he had over hers but he held firm. "You'll take what I give you," he said on the way to her other breast. "You won't give yourself any more."
Her nipples had gone to a dark, fevered pink. He was fascinated by them and used his tongue to bathe them until they glistened in the lamplight. Jane had her hands in his hair, and her touch mimicked his. When his tongue caressed, she caressed. When he bit down, teasing her with the edge of his teeth, her fingernails sank into his scalp.
Then she made a new, urgent sound, and his head shot up. Her eyes were half-closed, her plush mouth pursed, her body rigid, as if she was poised on a precipice. Sweet God.
"Are you about to come?" he demanded. With just his play at her breasts?
Her fingers had dropped to the sheets, and now they curled into the fabric. "I'm...working on it."
"That's it," he muttered, rearing up from the bed. "You wait," he said, pointing a finger at her. "You just better damn well wait." Next he stripped off the rest of his clothes and tossed the condom he carried in his wallet on the bedside table.
Then he dropped back to the mattress and crawled between her legs, pushing them apart as he drew closer to her outrageous undergarment. With an elbow on either side of her hips,