Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I somehow get her out of the room. I take a minute to breathe and try to calm myself down. It doesn’t really work. I didn’t shave my female area, but I did touch up my armpits and legs—although not above the knee. That will be extra encouragement for not giving in to Griffin. I have a feeling I’m going to need every reason I can grasp hold of not to give in to Griffin. Next, I resentfully get dressed, tugging the skirt every few seconds to keep it from venturing further north. When I finally walk out, Nana looks me over and frowns like I’ve just kicked her puppy.
“What?” I asked warily, looking down at my clothes.
“Your hair,” she mutters.
“My hair is fine,” I said, touching the bun. “It’s neat.”
“It’s boring.”
Before I could react, she’s reaching up and yanking the pins out. “Nana!” I yell. She ignores me, using her drawn, wrinkled fingers that are surprising nimble to sift and fluff my hair. Oh my God! Now I’ll have to redo it!”
The mean, little dictator that she is, ignores me. Instead, she steps back and smiles proudly. “No, you don’t. It’s perfect. Looks like you just rolled out of bed after tons of orgasms.”
“That’s exactly why I need to fix it!”
“Horse feathers, Georgie,” she reprimands, hands on her hips. “You look like perfection.”
Before I can protest again, a knock sounds at the door.
Nana’s eyes light up. “Oh! That must be Griffy.”
“I’ll go fix my hair—” I start, but she’s already heading down the hall.
“I forgot something, you answer the door!”
I freeze. “Nana!” She ignores me and it’s way too late. She already disappeared toward the bedrooms. Muttering a few choice words, I open the door.
Griffin is standing on the doorstep looking gorgeous. He’s tall, broad, and complete trouble wrapped in a leather club vest, faded black tee and jeans that look like they were made for him. His beautiful brown eyes do a slow, devastating sweep from my bare knees to my loose hair. My body instantly feels like it is going to go up in flames.
Griffin doesn’t say a word. He just reaches out, grabs me by the waist, and slams his lips down on mine. Hard.
The kiss is searing, all-consuming, and so good that it should be illegal. I mean, it makes the world fall away. His lips are hungrily moving against mine, his tongue is pillaging my mouth, dominating me. There’s nothing but him—the taste of smoke and danger. His strong hands are holding me at my hips, his fingers biting into my skin with bruising force—and I love every single minute of it. I lose myself so completely that his power over me hits with a dizzying rush that make my knees completely useless and I give him my weight. If he doesn’t hold me up, I’ll just fall to the floor. There are no other choices. I can’t tell you how long the kiss goes. I do know I wish it hadn’t ended, and my lips try to follow his when he pulls slightly away. Eventually, I manage to pull air into my lungs so that I can talk, but I only manage one word.
“Wow.”
His grin is pure sin. “Georgie, you are gorgeous.” Then he leans close, his voice low enough to melt every bone in my body, and whispers something that makes my face go up in flames. “I fucking love what you got going on, baby, but I am going to enjoy peeling it off of you and kissing every inch of skin that I uncover even more.”
I was still trying to remember how words are formed when Nana appeared, holding a plastic grocery bag.
“Here, Griffin,” she says cheerfully, handing it to him.
I blinked. “What’s that?”
“Just a few things you’ll need in the morning,” Nana says sweetly.
My jaw drops. “In the morning?”
Griffin laughs, the sound low and warm, and it makes something exciting unfurl in my stomach. “Nana, I think I love you.”
“Of course you do, dear. Now you two have fun. Mrs. Clancy’s coming over—we’re watchin’ Grey’s Anatomy re-runs and droolin’ over Dr. McDreamy.”
“Nana!” I protest, but she’s too busy shoving me out the door. If Griffin hadn’t caught me, I would have fallen.
“What’s in the bag?”
“A toothbrush. Clean underwear. That kind of thing,” she announces cheerfully. “Oh! I also packed some condoms just in case Griffin was running low. You two have fun! Don’t do nothing I wouldn’t do,” she says and then slams the door shut in my face.
In. My. Face.
“I’m not taking underwear!” I shout so loud my neighbors can probably hear me. For his part Griffin is laughing his ass off. I look at him, completely mortified. “I am not sleeping with you.”
Griffin grins. “Okay,” he manages to get out around his laughing.
I squint at him. “You’re giving up that easily?”