Three Rivers by Chloe T Barlow Page B

against her, until his legs were snugly between her thighs and the cheeks of her ass were pressed against the cold glass. It was a stark contrast to the heat of his body and the intense warmth and wetness in her center. She imagined that if she pulled away there would be a steamy imprint of her back and ass against the glass and it made her feel beyond sexy.
    They were already breathing heavily when he whispered, "Looking at you against this glass, the city behind you — now that is one helluva view," he groaned against her ear, licking and nibbling her earlobe until she had to lean her dizzy head back against the cool glass for some relief.
    "Griffen...Oh! That feels so good," Althea whispered hoarsely, her voice slurring a little — whether it was from the drinks she'd had or arousal — she wasn't sure.
    "How drunk are you Althea?" he asked, leaning back, and his surprise growth of a conscience jarred her.
    "Excuse me? Don't you want me?" She suddenly felt shy and embarrassed, like her pretense was ripped away and she was just her same old stable self — no Althea, she was boring old "Sweet Tea" again.
    "Dammit, Althea. I want you like crazy, but I want to know you really want this, too."
    "I know what I'm doing, Griffen. I know what I want to do."
    "And what's that?"
    "You."
    Whoa. What brazen hussy said that? she asked herself as his answering groan made the muscles in her stomach squeeze tight.
    "Shit. You're so sexy Althea. But you're a good girl. I don't have a lot of experience with good girls. I'm not quite sure what to do here."
    Althea smirked at him, grabbing his butt and pulling him tightly against her center. "Something tells me you've done this before."
    Griffen laughed, "Yes, that's true. And I definitely have lots of ideas of what I'd like to do to you...with you. I meant I just want you to be sure."
    It was bizarre to Althea that this man, whom she'd followed to his hotel room after only just meeting him, could tell so easily that she was a good girl. Because he was right — she was one, always had been.
    "Yes, Griffen. I guess I've done my best to be a good girl my whole life. I also try to be a damn great woman. But tonight. Now. Here," she purred, enunciating each word with the scratching of her nails up and down his smooth cotton shirt, brushing his nipples until he groaned. "I just want to be...with you. What do you say?"
    "Yeah, gorgeous," he said, lightly brushing the fingertips of one hand down her face. Running them across her lips and resting them there. "We can definitely do that."
    Althea poked out her tongue and ran it across Griffen's fingertips. On a growl, he grabbed her ass in his free hand — squeezing hard — then releasing it to slide his hand at a painfully slow pace up to her waist. He clenched her to him for a moment and pushed her up against the window with the force of his body.
    She slowly looked up into his eyes and for a moment they were simply entranced with each other. He slid his fingers from her face to her neck and rested his hand there.
    Energy was humming between them, as if their blood and souls were reaching across the tiny pieces of air between them, electrifying it with desire, want, and anticipation of what was yet to come.
    "Are you just going to stare at me all night, stud?" Althea teased.
    "I was thinking about it," Griffen whispered huskily, looking in her eyes as he squeezed her ass again and pulled her up so her warm center rubbed against his erection. Her body hummed all over at the pleasure of the tight pressure, fascinated by how hard he felt against her.
    "I can't say I would particularly mind, but first, I need another taste, and I want more than just your fingertips this time." Althea dug her soft fingers into his wavy, dark hair and pulled his mouth to hers.
    Their lips met and Althea felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane that had sucked her whole world into its vortex. So many years of denied passion and desperate loneliness spun around her in