not supposed to know them, and they aren’t supposed to know us. They’re backup in the unlikely event my abductor makes an attempt to grab me, which I don’t get. Isn’t that the whole point?
Griff herds me into the elevator, acting like the consummate gentleman he is not, but only because of the elderly couple who share our ride to the tenth floor. When the doors open, Griff uses his arm to bar the opening while the couple, and then I, exit.
He trails me down the hall, prowling like a hunter, and drives my anticipation wild. I glance at him as I pull out the key card. He rocks back on his heels, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, only Griff is horribly turned on. His hard, long length tents the front of his pants. When my gaze makes it back to his face, he winks.
“Whatcha waiting for?” He grabs himself while I lick my lower lip. “That’s right, little minx, I’ll be feeding this to you real soon.” His eyes darken, half-hooded by his thick lashes, but they do nothing to hide the fire blazing in his violet eyes.
My eyes widen. This is when I should run away, but I press the keycard to the electronic lock and push my way inside. Griff’s right behind me and he doesn’t wait for the door to close before he’s on me.
Gripping the back of my neck, he forces me against the wall. Without preamble, he lowers the zipper at my back and divests me of the dress. I think he’s going to kiss me, but Griff only nuzzles my neck, teasing me. When I moan, needing more, his hand comes down on my buttocks.
I tense. Not from pain. Instead, my world lights on fire. He soothes the stinging bite with the sensual glide of his palm. Hypnotic in the way his hand moves, my eyes close to the sinful friction of skin on skin. The burn from his slap makes my pulse sing. The passion of it makes my legs shake, not knowing if that’s all he’ll give me.
“You like that?” He nuzzles my neck. “You like the burn?”
“Yes.”
God yes.
But I’m no fool to ask for more. Griff will more than oblige me, drawing out screams of pleasure as he takes me to a place outside my body. My belly quivers as his talented fingers knead the stinging burn. Trickles of electricity shoot along my nerves, loosening my tense muscles and turning my body to putty in his hands.
He kisses along my neck, massages away the sting in my ass, assaulting my senses in the process. Hot and heavy, my body’s under the most wicked and determined attack of a man bent on pleasure. Slowly, inextricably, he wrecks my ability to think as his hands, and those talented fingers, glide over my curves and order my flesh to heat and burn.
“Griff…” I lift on tiptoe as he coaxes out my body’s response to his touch. He knows exactly how to touch me, how hard, how soft, how fast, and how slow. My entire body quivers beneath his stealthy attack.
My blood heats at the warm, wet caress of his mouth against my spine. I twist to see behind me, but he swats my ass again. This time harder, more purposeful, more threatening than before.
“Eyes front, little minx.”
I press my forehead to the wall as he curls his tongue along my spine. My blood heats as he trails his lips toward the curve of my ass. Sucking and nipping at my flesh, he drives me wild, pulling my insides this way and that as I squirm with the stimulation.
Griff loves to warm up my body. I’ve never had that before. All men before him took what they wanted with no regard to my physical state, making sex painful more often than not. I thrash beneath Griff’s greedy mouth, my body warming and heating with his idea of foreplay.
Suddenly, Griff spins me around to face him. His arresting presence catches my breath. Strong, powerful, brutally beautiful, the harsh lines of his face soften beneath the tenderness in his expression.
He turns his attention from my spine to my breasts, moving from one to the other, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my nipples until I rise on tiptoe beneath the stimulation. I burn beneath the heat of his breath. Mine rushes in and out, frenzied and growing more desperate.
“Griff—please.” Not against begging, I need him to touch me.
Every nerve in my body thrums