before Griff grabbed her hand and dragged her inside.
In the empty elevator he took her into his arms again, and she melted like warm chocolate against him. Every cell in her body was on high alert. Her brain was a bowl of tapioca, and she ached with yearning. She’d never felt so out of control. She didn’t care if she barely knew this man; she only cared that she wanted him in the worst way. Longing filled her mind and throbbed in her body. Reason was overwhelmed by primal urges stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. For once, she didn’t want to think; she wanted to feel. She needed to feel again.
When the bell dinged, Griff seemed to come to his senses enough to exit and pull her after him. He fumbled with the key card until the door opened. Robes and bathing suits went flying, and they barely made it to the couch before Griff was on top of her, kissing, caressing, moaning. She responded to his every move, frantic with desire, urging him to enter.
“Wait, wait!” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Cass protested, but he jumped over the back of the couch and returned in mere seconds, rolling on a condom. He knelt between her legs, scooped up her bottom and plunged deep inside. She screamed as he entered, and a powerful orgasm racked her immediately. “Oh, hell. Did I hurt you?”
“Not…hardly,” she gasped, as the spasms seemed to go on forever.
“That was something new for me.”
“Thank God.” He gave a second thrust and stiffened with his own release.
In a few moments, he withdrew and repositioned them so he lay on the couch and cuddled her on top of him.
“I can’t believe…” she murmured. “I’m usually not…”
“Not what?”
“So…uh…quick to become aroused and…well, you seem to do strange things to me.”
He squeezed her against him. “I can usually control myself a little better, too. Woman, you turn me on like crazy. I’ve had the hots for you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Really. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
She shook her head.
“Good. We can spend the rest of the night and all day tomorrow taking it a little slower.”
“All night and all day? We’ll be exhausted. Do you think you can last that long?”
He chuckled. “I’d sure as hell like to try.”
Cass took another shower and washed and dried her hair while Griff ordered a bottle of wine and late night snacks.
They drank wine and watched TV and made love again on the couch. Slowly. It was lovely.
They slept and he awakened her with kisses, and they made love again. Slowly. It was even lovelier.
Cass stirred when she felt kisses moving up and down her spine.
“It’s morning,” Griff whispered. “Want some breakfast?”
“Coffee.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“You choose. I’m sleepy.”
He kissed her shoulder and chuckled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when food comes.”
She dozed for a few minutes, then blinked herself awake, dragged herself out of the big bed and into the bathroom, which was still steamy from Griff’s shower. Showering again, Cass dried off, then realized she didn’t have any clean clothes.Wrapping herself in a towel, she searched the closet and found a blue dress shirt. From in the dresser she helped herself to a pair of knit boxer briefs.
Just as she did up the last button, Griff tapped lightly on the door.
“Breakfast.”
She opened it. “I raided your clothes.”
“Help yourself. My shirt never looked so good.”
He grinned, and she wanted to grab on to him like a monkey and never let go. What was the matter with her? She’d never acted this way before or felt like this about any man. This was crazy. And scary. She ought to run for the hills, but she wasn’t going anywhere until she had a major jolt of caffeine.
Griff waved a cup under her nose, and she followed the heavenly scent of coffee like a bloodhound as he enticed her to the lavishly set table.
“Gimme, gimme!”
In the empty elevator he took her into his arms again, and she melted like warm chocolate against him. Every cell in her body was on high alert. Her brain was a bowl of tapioca, and she ached with yearning. She’d never felt so out of control. She didn’t care if she barely knew this man; she only cared that she wanted him in the worst way. Longing filled her mind and throbbed in her body. Reason was overwhelmed by primal urges stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. For once, she didn’t want to think; she wanted to feel. She needed to feel again.
When the bell dinged, Griff seemed to come to his senses enough to exit and pull her after him. He fumbled with the key card until the door opened. Robes and bathing suits went flying, and they barely made it to the couch before Griff was on top of her, kissing, caressing, moaning. She responded to his every move, frantic with desire, urging him to enter.
“Wait, wait!” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Cass protested, but he jumped over the back of the couch and returned in mere seconds, rolling on a condom. He knelt between her legs, scooped up her bottom and plunged deep inside. She screamed as he entered, and a powerful orgasm racked her immediately. “Oh, hell. Did I hurt you?”
“Not…hardly,” she gasped, as the spasms seemed to go on forever.
“That was something new for me.”
“Thank God.” He gave a second thrust and stiffened with his own release.
In a few moments, he withdrew and repositioned them so he lay on the couch and cuddled her on top of him.
“I can’t believe…” she murmured. “I’m usually not…”
“Not what?”
“So…uh…quick to become aroused and…well, you seem to do strange things to me.”
He squeezed her against him. “I can usually control myself a little better, too. Woman, you turn me on like crazy. I’ve had the hots for you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Really. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
She shook her head.
“Good. We can spend the rest of the night and all day tomorrow taking it a little slower.”
“All night and all day? We’ll be exhausted. Do you think you can last that long?”
He chuckled. “I’d sure as hell like to try.”
Cass took another shower and washed and dried her hair while Griff ordered a bottle of wine and late night snacks.
They drank wine and watched TV and made love again on the couch. Slowly. It was lovely.
They slept and he awakened her with kisses, and they made love again. Slowly. It was even lovelier.
Cass stirred when she felt kisses moving up and down her spine.
“It’s morning,” Griff whispered. “Want some breakfast?”
“Coffee.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“You choose. I’m sleepy.”
He kissed her shoulder and chuckled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when food comes.”
She dozed for a few minutes, then blinked herself awake, dragged herself out of the big bed and into the bathroom, which was still steamy from Griff’s shower. Showering again, Cass dried off, then realized she didn’t have any clean clothes.Wrapping herself in a towel, she searched the closet and found a blue dress shirt. From in the dresser she helped herself to a pair of knit boxer briefs.
Just as she did up the last button, Griff tapped lightly on the door.
“Breakfast.”
She opened it. “I raided your clothes.”
“Help yourself. My shirt never looked so good.”
He grinned, and she wanted to grab on to him like a monkey and never let go. What was the matter with her? She’d never acted this way before or felt like this about any man. This was crazy. And scary. She ought to run for the hills, but she wasn’t going anywhere until she had a major jolt of caffeine.
Griff waved a cup under her nose, and she followed the heavenly scent of coffee like a bloodhound as he enticed her to the lavishly set table.
“Gimme, gimme!”
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