Neanderthal by Avery Flynn
Chapter Thirty-One
Kinsey
He was so damn close to touching her exactly where she wanted and yet he wouldn’t ease that ache between her legs. Instead, his huge hand palmed her ass as he stalked across his penthouse. Sure, she could have been pissed about the whole over-the-shoulder caveman thing, but it gave her a great view of the muscles in his butt. The man had a phenomenal ass. Somewhere Michelangelo was pissed off that he hadn’t lived long enough to sculpt Griff’s butt in marble. Mikey had definitely missed out.
They went through a doorway, and Kinsey went from admiring the definition of Griff’s glutes to seeing the ceiling when he flipped her off his shoulder. She landed in the middle of his massive bed and had exactly zero point no seconds to acclimate herself before he grasped an ankle in each hand and dragged her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. In the next heartbeat, his hands were splayed across the insides of her inner thighs as he kneeled between her widespread legs. Her T-shirt had gotten bunched up as he’d tugged her to him, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Show me what you like,” Griff said, his voice like rough sandpaper in the best way possible.
Heat sizzled across her skin at his demand—a little bit of embarrassed warmth mixed with a furnace blast of desire. She didn’t question, just slipped her fingers down between her legs. God, she was slick and swollen. Even though she’d already had one orgasm, her body was desperate for more.
Griff let out a harsh breath the second her fingers brushed her clit. She curled that sensitive spot, letting the tips of her fingers dip lower. Just giving in to the moment, she let her head fall back against the bed and closed her eyes, imagining she was back in the parking garage again with Griff doing this to her. Circling. Teasing. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Then she felt his fingers on her, felt his warm breath on her sensitive folds. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down, her breath catching at the sight of his dark hair between her legs.
“So fucking pretty.” He dropped a kiss high on the inside of her right thigh before moving higher and licking her as her fingers worked her clit.
Fuck.
She couldn’t breathe as his fingers joined hers, tracing her opening, dipping inside, going deep and then pulling shallow. There was so much sensation at once that the intensity nearly stopped her heart. She was feeling good one moment and then she was on the edge of orgasming.
He curled his fingers inside her, rubbing against that spot that made her toes curl. “I wanna watch you come, Kinsey. Please.”
That plea, that devotion, that pleasure was more than she could take, and she broke, her climax bowing her back as her entire body clenched. By the time she floated back to earth and opened her eyes, Griff was standing at the end of the bed, his mouth glistening with her pleasure and a possessive look on his face that should have worried her but didn’t in the least. He didn’t say anything, and she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears as she watched him roll on a condom.
Her body was still in the process of recovering from coming, but the ache was already building inside her. This man. This fucking man. He was gonna kill her, but what a way to go.
She sat up enough to get her T-shirt off, and he went still, his hand around the base of his thick cock and his gaze locked on her boobs.
He let out a harsh groan, his whole body tense, so close to losing control, he practically vibrated with the effort. “Show me.”
Clarification wasn’t needed: her man liked a show, and she was gonna give it to him. Keeping her legs spread, she caressed her boobs, her touch soft and teasing, before rolling her hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger, tugging them. Touching herself always felt good, but doing so while Griff watched, that took it to another level. She was flying, dancing on the edge of the realization that no man had made her feel like this before, as if she wasn’t an object to fulfill his desires and then dismissed from consideration of anything else but a singular being in control of an infinite amount of pleasure, knowledge, and insight that she could give, share, or keep to herself. All the power, it was hers, and Griff obviously loved watching her wield it.
She was up before the plan had even fully formed in her head, plastered against Griff, her mouth on his, her hands everywhere, desperate to feel him, taste him, be with him. She wanted to kiss every inch of him, trace the tattoos covering his arms and chest, then fall to her knees and take him deep in her mouth while holding on to his hard ass.
“Damn, baby, soon,” Griff said, as if she’d said all of that out loud. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”
Her whole body practically yelled hell yes, and her ass was on the bed again so fast, he was still standing in the same spot. It only took him half a second to catch up. God, he was so big, everywhere, but as he kissed her and then got between her legs, she could feel how hard he was working to restrain himself, to hold back. It was there in the way he touched her as if he was afraid he’d break her. The worried look in his eyes. The obvious tension in his body. It was wrong. He needed to be himself; she wanted Griff Beckett, no holds barred.
She broke the kiss. “I don’t want this.”
He froze.
“I need the real you. You don’t have to hold back. Please, Griff,” she said, cupping his face in her hands. “You don’t have to be quiet.”
The transformation was immediate and total. The possessive fire in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. The rough hands holding her hips tight as he sheathed himself inside her in one long, deep stroke made her breath catch in the best way. The dirty promises that came out of his mouth as he reached between them and played her clit with his thumb like a virtuoso had her fisting the sheets as she tried to hold on from coming again so soon. It all felt so good as he pumped into her, hard and swift, filling her beyond what she thought she could take that she couldn’t think. She could only feel, ride that high of being dick drunk and turned out.
“Look at me, Kinsey.”
It was hard, but she managed to fight the tide of pleasure enough to open her eyes. God, he looked fierce, like a gladiator who’d been transported to the modern age. His grip on her hips tightened, and before she knew it, he was on his back now and she was on top, bracing her palms against his hard chest. She rocked against him, taking him deep as she arched her back. Then he grabbed her hair with one hand, holding her in that position as he pistoned his hips upward, each movement taking her higher and higher.
“That’s it, baby, hold on and take that cock,” he said, his voice strained. “So damn good.”
Undulating her hips, she drove them closer and closer to the edge, unable to look away from the dark intensity in his eyes.
He flipped her onto her back and drove deep into her, once, twice, and a third time before his orgasm hit and he cried out a second before her own climax exploded like a thousand fireworks that turned everything amazingly bright.
She was still trying to catch her breath as she lay there on her back when he got up and walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Her pulse had returned to normal, and she felt enough in her legs to know she was going to be sore later but was still too blissed-out to care when he came back to bed.
“I love you.” He kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss that made promises, and then rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so she was snuggled against his chest, his breathing immediately falling into the slow, steady cadence of sleep.
Meanwhile, Kinsey wasn’t sure she’d ever sleep again. There was too much for her to process. This was Griff, the real him, the one he kept wrapped up so tight. Untamed. Determined. Vulnerable. Protective. And he loved her. Her whole body tingled, an effervescent bubble sensation of hope and want and just-maybe-it’s-true filling her.
Well, at least that’s what he said.
She wanted to lash out at that logical thought, but she couldn’t. It made too much sense. People had that reaction after sex sometimes. They forgot themselves, said things they didn’t mean in the heat of the moment. After all, it wasn’t like they were dating for real, no matter how much time she spent thinking about him or how much fun she had with him. By the time Griff woke up, he would have probably forgotten he’d even said it.
But Kinsey didn’t think she ever would.
