Pieces of Us - Carrie Elks Page 0,37

panties.

“These are pretty,” he told her as he slid his finger along her skin.

She could feel her body pulsate at his touch.

“But you’re prettier,” he said, pulling them down her thighs and over her knees, lifting her calves to take them the rest of the way off. She arched her back to remove her bra, throwing it to the floor.

With a wicked grin, he moved down the bed, breathing her in, before he slid his soft tongue against her.

“Oh god!” Her eyes widened at the exquisite sensation. “Griff…”

He parted her with his hands as he licked again, and she let out a cry at the pleasure coiling inside of her. She tried to push her legs together, but he was too strong, too intent on giving pleasure.

He knew exactly the rhythm she needed. More than she did herself. Soft, then hard, then soft again, taking her to the edge and making her stay there.

“I’m so close,” she gasped, feeling the nerve endings spark inside her.

“I know you are.” There was a smile in his voice. He pushed a finger inside her, then two, stroking her in just the right place to make her fall apart, his lips sucking at her clit until all she could see were fireworks behind her eyelids.

“You’re even more beautiful when you come,” he rasped, when the pleasure finally receded.

She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, that darkness still in his eyes.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she whispered.

He grinned. “I can do something about that.” He pulled his shirt off, and she drank in the defined lines of his pectorals, the taut ridges of his stomach, and the perfect ‘v’ that disappeared into his jeans. With his gaze still on her face, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down, until he was only wearing tight black shorts that revealed everything.

And yeah, the big man was perfectly in proportion.

“I want to see all of you,” she whispered. He obliged without a protest, pulling his shorts down to reveal his hard, thick length.

God, he was beautiful. She clambered to her knees, reaching out to touch him. He gasped as her fingers circled around his length. That was beautiful, too. She got closer, enough to swirl her tongue around his tip, then slide her mouth onto him, making him groan loudly.

“Autumn,” he said, his voice gravelly. “You need to stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be inside you.”

She pulled her lips from him and caught his gaze. “Condoms, top drawer.”

He grinned and pulled the drawer out, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the 24-pack. “How long did you want me to stay?”

“They were on sale.” She swallowed down a laugh. “I love a bargain.”

Griff ripped open the packet, sliding it slowly on. Then he lifted her onto his lap, her thighs straddling him the same way she had on the sofa, the tip of him sliding against her wetness.

He bent his head to kiss her, his lips warm and soft, making her feel needier than ever. Her limbs felt languid, almost boneless as he cupped her behind, lifting her up to center himself, before slowly pushing inside her.

“Ohhh…”

“You feel so damn good,” he growled. He pulled out, before filling her up again. “Put your hands around my neck, baby.”

She did as she was told, hooking her hands together, and he balanced her with one hand. With the other he reached down between them, pressing his thumb against her. She was like the driest of tinder, just waiting for that spark, exploding around him at the faintest of touches. He followed her into oblivion, stilling beneath her as he let out a long, low groan, holding her soft body against his hard muscles until the pulsing inside her stopped.

Autumn was asleep in his arms, her back pressed into his chest, her sweet ass nestled against his thighs. Griff brushed his lips against her ear, and smiled as she murmured something intelligible in her sleep.

God, she was sexy. Not in an obvious way like some women he’d dated. It was in her confidence, her intelligence, and the way she met his eyes every time they spoke to each other.

When he’d gotten up this morning he’d never expected today to end like this, with her naked in his arms. And yet there was something so inevitable about it. As though it was destined to happen from the moment he’d set eyes on her, walking down the pier in those damn