Written in Ink (Montgomery Ink #4)(34)

She tossed the garment over the edge of his spare chair and bit into her lip again, knowing he liked that. She’d seen the way his eyes had darkened before when she bit. She knew he liked it. The fact that he’d told her blatantly that it made him hard just made her want to bite even harder.

She wanted to bite him, wanted to lick him up, every inch of him. She wanted to feel him deep within her, pounding inside her until they were both overcome and spent. The real thing couldn’t be as powerful as her fantasy, as intoxicating, but for some reason, it was perfect—too much and not enough all at once. Just the thought of him, in fact. She was like Goldilocks with her three choices, and yet she wanted them all.

And the man wasn’t even touching her.

Yet.

“I love your curves, Fall. Your hips are perfect handholds for me.” He grinned a little sheepishly. “Well, one hip will be. If I had two hands, then…well…” He cleared his throat. “Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Your curves. I love your stomach, so soft yet firm at the same time. I’m going to enjoy licking up every inch, finding your taste and lapping up your sweetness.”

She tilted her head and put her hands behind her back, her fingers playing with the clasp of her bra. “Just my stomach? That’s all you want to taste?”

He stood up, then—tall, strong, and powerful. He towered over her, but she wasn’t scared. She should be. She should run and never look back. But she couldn’t. Not with this man, not with this moment.

She stayed put and wanted to know what would happen next.

That was perhaps the most dangerous thing of all.

“I want all of you, Autumn.” He met her gaze, and her breath caught in her throat. “All of you.”

“For now,” she corrected.

He paused a moment. “For now,” he whispered then crushed his mouth to hers. When had he gotten so close? When had he put his hand on hers and helped her unclasp her bra? She was so lost in him that she scared herself.

But again, she didn’t run. She stayed put.

For him.

For herself.

Her bra fell slightly, only staying up because Griffin’s chest was pressed to her own. She wrapped one arm around Griffin’s back, falling deeper into the kiss as she put the other over her breasts, sliding between them.

“Let me,” he growled and tugged on her bra, leaving her bare against him. Her nipples pebbled against his shirt and she shivered. “So pink,” he whispered. “So f*cking perfect.” He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking and biting until she wiggled against him, needing to press her legs together so she wouldn’t come right there without even his hand on her.

“Griffin.”

“Fall with me, Autumn. Fall.” He licked and nibbled on her other breast while using his uninjured hand to roll her nipple between his fingers. She rocked against him so his jean-clad cock pressed firmly against her panties. Griffin bit down. Hard. And she came, her body heating, her knees going weak. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, needing something firm to latch onto or she’d fall in truth and not just over the crest of pleasure and temptation.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said softly. “All rosy and gasping.” He kissed her neck before licking up her jaw to kiss her mouth. “I can’t wait to see you come again.”

“I’m still in my panties and you’re still dressed,” she managed. “There’s something wrong with this picture.”

He smiled then, his eyes sparkling. “Then I guess we’ll have to fix that.”

She kissed his jaw, licking at the beard there. Damn, she loved his beard. This beard fetish of hers was getting out of control. “I want you inside me.”

He kissed her again, this time harder. “One thing first.”

Before she could protest, he had her panties off and her butt in his thinking chair. He knelt between her legs and licked his lips.

“Griffin…” She squirmed, her bare ass on the leather a little disconcerting at first. “I thought you were going to f*ck me.”

“I will.” He put her calves on his shoulders and bent lower, his face right above her *. “But first I’m going to taste you.”

She frowned, even though inside she wanted to do a little dance. She loved, loved when a man went down on her and knew what he was doing. Of course, not all men knew what they were doing. From the way he’d kissed and licked her breasts, however, she had a feeling bearded and broody Griffin knew how to eat a woman out in spades.

“At least take your shirt off so I can enjoy what I’m looking at,” she teased.

“I plan to have you coming so hard you won’t care what I’m wearing, but sure, I can do that for you.”

He leaned back and her legs fell from his shoulders. He slid his shirt over his head and she swallowed hard. Ink covered a lot of skin and made her want to explore with her tongue. What wasn’t covered in ink was smooth and tanned. Of course, he had chest hair that begged for her fingers. She loved a nice chest with just enough hair and a happy trail that led right to a very large cock. She’d seen him shirtless before, of course, but now it was different. Now he was hers, if only for the moment.

“Now, where was I?” He leaned closer again, putting her legs right where they were before. He kissed her inner thighs and she shivered, leaning back into the thinking chair so she could get even more comfortable. She might as well enjoy a very talented tongue from the best position.