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)
He tightens his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Trust me, baby, I’m having a much better one.”
“Not possible.”
“Maybe we’ll just agree we’re both having the best date of our lives.”
I turn my head, teasing. “But you said you don’t date, remember?”
“I don’t. You’re my first—and you’ll be my last. You can’t top perfection, and that’s exactly what this night’s been,” he jokes—although it doesn’t feel like a joke. It feels like he’s being honest.
I lift my head so I can see his face. “Stop being so amazing. I can’t keep my defenses up against you.”
He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world. “Sorry, Georgie. You’re out of luck. I’m going to devote my life to spoiling you. My life’s mission has now become showing you how you deserve to be treated.”
My throat tightens again, but this time it’s from something tender, not fear. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle that,” I whisper. “I’ve never had it from anyone but Nana.”
He brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you like it.”
Griffin kisses me again, slow and deep. As I melt into him, one truth settles in my heart like it’s always been there—I’m falling in love with him. I also realize there’s no stopping it and even if I should be scared, I’m not. He makes me feel safe. So, instead of panicking, I just snuggle closer, letting myself get lost in the steady beat of Griffin’s heart and the security of his arms.
For the first time in my life, everything feels right.
17 GRIFFIN
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.
Waking up in bed with Georgia is simultaneously the best thing in my life and complete and utter torture. I’m spooning her delectable body—her ass pressed into my rock-hard cock and with every little wiggle she makes, I want to beg for mercy. I can’t take advantage of her, even if her body is silently asking for relief. I know if I did anything, Georgia would be upset. So, I’ve been lying here for the last thirty minutes. It’s the best kind of hell.
“Griffin,” she murmurs.
I close my eyes, my balls aching with the need to come. Georgia’s sweet ass presses into me and she rocks against me. I know she doesn’t realize what she’s doing to me, but it’s pure torture. I scrub my hand over my face, wondering if I’m going to survive this.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I answer, my voice hoarse and gruff with need.
When she wiggles that plush ass against me again, I grab her hip. “Baby, you have to stop. You’re killing me, here. I’m trying to be good, but if you keep moving, I’m going to lose it. I want you so much right now, I can barely breathe.”
“What am I doing?” she asks, and her innocence kills me, and makes me happy at the same time.
I move my hips, pressing my cock deeper against her ass. “You keep rubbing your ass against my cock and I’m trying to be good, Georgie, but there’s only so much a man can handle.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go jump in the shower. Don’t worry about it.”
“Griffin, I don’t think … I mean I like you a lot.”
“I like you, too,” I answer, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m ready for sex, though. I mean we haven’t really been together that long.”
“But you admit we’re together,” I purr, kissing along the side of her neck.
“God, that feels good,” she murmurs.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” I ask, praying like God she says yes.
“I shouldn’t,” she exhales as I use the hand that I have on her hip to hold her in place as I rub against her, letting the hard ridge of my cock tease her. Shit, I could come just by dry humping her ass. What in the hell kind of spell has this woman cast over me?
“You’re safe with me, Georgia. You will always be safe with me. You said you weren’t ready for sex yet, and I won’t push you. I just want the chance to make you feel good. Will you let me do that?” Everything I say is the truth, but I’m desperate here. I need to touch her, taste her, hell I just need her—anything I can get of her.
She turns and I instantly mourn the way her ass cradled against my cock, bringing warmth and hunger to the forefront. I’m dejected that she’s going to shoot me down, but it’s okay. I’m not going to stop until she’s ready to accept my claim—until she’s in my bed every night with my cock buried deep inside of her. Before I can slide off the bed—to find a very cold shower—Georgia stops me by bringing her hand up to my face. Her soft touch soothes my hunger enough where I can keep control. Her fingers slide behind my ear as her thumb rests against my jawline. The look in her eyes nearly destroys me. There’s as much lust in her beautiful blue depths as I’m feeling. Christ.