"Excuse me?"

Jaggar stared at his back. Why did he have to be so damn perfect? She could see every single tattooed muscle. Wait, that was a revelation. Griffin Styles had tattoos. Sheee-it. Never mind that she'd already been obsessed with his lips and he kissed her like a man completely comfortable with picking her up and screwing her against the wall situation. But, now he had fucking tattoos on top of that already gorgeous, chiseled body. She was screwed. Yeah, you wish.

Man, had she ever been wrong about him being a glorified Ken doll. The way his threadbare sweats hung on his hips, the man was no eunuch. He was sexy as hell, and hung like he ought to know what to do with it.

She swallowed hard. "Wait, I'm just supposed to follow you?"

He called out. "Yep, that's the general idea." His voice was low and inviting, as if to say, ‘Come little Red Riding Hood. All the better to fuck you with, my dear.’

"Look, I've been up half the night calling every source and contact I have. I'm going to make another run at Elsa. I have a hospital contact who puts her right in with the family. You want in?" Except, even as she spoke, her gaze followed his spectacular ass.

Stop it. Shit, she had to stop. She was just horny. She didn't want Griffin. She’d never wanted Griffin. Liar. Okay, yeah so she'd always wanted Griffin, and now he was leading her through his house and upstairs to his bedroom. Either that or his dungeon of doom and she would never be seen or heard from again.

"Okay. Tell me what you get. But first. Sleep."

That was it, no more late night documentaries about serial killers. It made her imagination run rampant. She followed him upstairs, finally taking into account her surroundings.

He had a two-story loft situation. All the furnishings were masculine and contemporary, but there were splashes of color everywhere, an accent wall here, a fun funky pillow there.

"Griffin. Seriously, you're going to lie down?"

She followed him into his bedroom and her mouth hung open. The room was completely white and airy and bright. His sheets and duvet were a mess of tangled knots and Griffin lay facedown in the pile. "Seriously, Griffin. It’s about Elsa. You'll want to know this."

"All I want to know right now is coffee.” His toned shoulders lifted. "A naked woman wouldn’t be bad either.”

Her vajayjay practically screamed out, ‘I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute.’ What was a little self-respect if she could roll around with him and finally feel just how good he was with his hands? Jaggar cleared her throat. "Styles, are you even listening?"

With a groan, he flipped himself over. "Damn it, woman." Now her spectacular view was of those incredible abs and that tattoo on his right pectoral. Wow. It was quite possible this way was more compelling even. "Okay, come sit down. Tell me what you found."

"O-on your bed?"

"Yeah. You busted in on my quiet sleeping retreat so if you want to talk to me, come, sit down and I can listen better. Also, the rays of sun are diffused behind you and it makes it hard to look directly at you as I'm blinded so … "

"Oh, for the love of God.” She went around the other side of the bed and sat.

He shook his head. "Lie down Jaggar, you know you want to. The bed is soft."

Damn, it was soft. And it smelled like him. She would never get the smell off of her. It would be like the top she was wearing the night he'd kissed her ... the one she still hadn't washed yet.

"I'm not lying down. Come on, this is really inappropriate."

"Are you the sleep police? Just lie down. I won’t touch you if that’s what you want. Though, most women when they lie in my bed, they want me to touch them."

She smacked his arm. "Griffin!"

His laugh was rich and clear. "Kidding. God, you must really think I'm a huge asshole."

She shrugged even as she made a move to lie down. "I don't think. I know.” But he didn't even hear her. He was already asleep.

* * *

Forty-five minutes later when Griffin woke, Jaggar was curled into his side. He hadn’t meant to touch her. Honestly he hadn’t. Except, somewhere between sleep and wake, he'd reached for her. She’d been soft and sexy and she smelled so fucking good.

She hesitated for a second when he pulled her to him, but then her lips parted on a gasp. He waited a moment, giving her the out, but she licked her lips and angled her head. Griffin being Griffin, took full advantage. For once, he didn’t want to overthink everything. He'd wanted her for as long as he could remember, and it was too hard to fight that pull now.

When he slanted his lips over hers and delved into her waiting warm depths with his tongue, she met him slide for slide, dip for dip, and stroke for stroke. She tasted like mint, and strawberries and heaven. And he wanted more. So much more.

Slipping his hands into her hair and gripping gently, he angled his head to deepen the kiss, bringing her body flush against his. His cock strained against the soft cotton of his sweats when he slid his hand down and raised her leg over his hip, nestling his cock against molten heat.

"Oh my God, Griffin." Her hands slid into his hair, and she scored her nails over his scalp keeping him close as they fought for dominance in the kiss.

He tore is lips away. “Jesus, Jaggar. Why do you taste so good?” He whispered.

Her only answer was the rotation of her hips making his cock beg for mercy and release. He planted his hands on her hips, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass as he ground against her.

This is what he'd been wanting. This is what he'd been needing. Her. Just her. Always her. In a swift movement he had her rolled onto her back, and with one hand he clasped both her delicate wrists up above her head. With a harsh breath, he broke contact, forcing himself to stop kissing her.

“Are you sure about this?” He ground out. His body trembled as he asked the question. The desperation and need of the last year making him shake. He worried he wouldn’t have enough control.

Her dark eyes blinked. “Please don’t stop.”

A mixture of triumph, need, and worry infused his blood. God, she was saying yes to him? He had a year of dirty fantasies about her. He wanted to take his time. His cock twitched as if to contradict him. No. Go fast.

With her hands pinned, Griffin leaned down, partially pulling up her soft cotton T-shirt with his hand, then tugging it the rest the way up with his teeth.

Jaggar's breath caught even as she arched her back seeking more.

With some of that cotton out of the way, he placed open mouth kisses along her ribs and her sternum, his lips brushing the sides of her breasts.

Her breaths came out harsh and ragged, making her breasts jiggle with the motions. His gaze didn’t stray from them as he reached behind her, lifting her slightly and unsnapping her bra. The tension of the lace gave way as he used his teeth to tug down the delicate fabric, exposing her rosy tip to his mouth.

Holy fuck. She was so perfect.

With a low groan he sucked the tight bud into his mouth and she cried out. His name, both a curse and exhalation on her lips. Holy hell she was so sexy. Heat rushed to his cock and he throbbed in his sweats. All he wanted to do was tug down his pants and slide home into her sweet silken depths. But, he forced himself to slow down as much as he could. A part of his subconscious knew he might not get another shot at this.

As he sucked on her, he reached for the hem of her leggings then slid his fingers under the elastic.

“Griffin please, oh God.”

Gently, he scraped the tight bud with his teeth. "You like that? The feel of my tongue on you?"

"Y-yes. God, yes."

She might’ve been verbally pleading, but he was pleading with his whole body. He prayed he wouldn’t wake up from this dream anytime soon.

Later, when they had more time, he'd take a moment to appreciate what a sight Jaggar Jakes was in lingerie, all creamy, pale skin and full lush curves, but right now he couldn’t wait. Couldn't ignore the rush of lust and need.

He slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties and over her soft, smooth skin. When he reached her hot, slick center he cursed low against her breast. Fuck. So wet. So hot. "You feel so fucking good. Do you want me, Jaggar? Do you want my fingers? My tongue? My cock?"

With her hands gently locked in his grasp, all she could do was raise her hips into his questing finger and cry out his name. He delved in with just the tip, testing to see how wet she was. How badly she wanted him.

“Oh my god, Griffin, don’t tease. I just need—"

He released her breast, but not before gently grazing the now sensitive tip again with his teeth, making her shudder.

“I’m not teasing beautiful, I just can’t believe how soft you are. How good you taste.”

He delved in deeper with his finger, and she coated his skin with her slickness. With his thumb he gently stroked her clit in slow circles before sliding another finger inside her. She gasped his name on the retreat and he slid in with more urgency. With his fingers fucking her, he kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers. Mimicking what his cock was so desperate to do.

When he released her wrists, her hands went straight to his hair again and she attempted to drag him closer. But Griffin wasn't going to be rushed. His fingers continued to work her and he groaned as her pussy walls lightly quivered around his fingers. Yes, God. She was so damned responsive.

Her hands gripped and clawed at his shoulders as he plundered her mouth. All the while, his thumb worked overtime, rotating harder on her clit as he eased a third finger inside. He tore his lips from hers before grinding out. “Come for me Jaggar. Please, I want to see you.”

With another flick of his thumb, she flew apart, her body quaking beneath his. Gently, he eased his fingers from her and she muttered a feeble protest.

“Easy, I’m just you getting out of these clothes. I want to see what you look like.”

His hands shook as he tugged down her leggings and panties. With every inch of exposed flesh bared to him, he fought hard to swallow.

As he tugged down the straps of her bra, she sank her fingers into his hair.

Desperation had him shoving down his sweats. When she slid along his body, he brought her with him as he reached into the nightstand for a condom.

Griffin drank in every inch of her, from the mole on her clavicle, to the light dusting of freckles on her nose he’d never noticed before. To the way she angled her head. He’d always see her like this from now on. Relaxed, with that soft expression in her eyes.

He rolled on the condom quickly and had her flat on her back in seconds. Her hips rolled and he gritted his teeth. “Jaggar, you’re killing me.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Like you haven’t been teasing me.”

He dipped his head and nipped at her lips. “Yeah well, you’ve been torturing me for a year.”

Her lips tipped up into a smile. “Have I now? I thought you hadn't noticed.”

His brows lifted. “The fuck me heels? The dresses that drape over you like sin? Your beautiful face and that feistiness.” He rocked his hips, his cock brushing against her soft center. “Oh, I noticed.”

“I feel that.” She laughed. The sound washing over him and making all his nerve endings shiver in anticipation.

“God, I love that sound.”

She licked her lips and he rocked into her even as he dipped his head to kiss her again. Ecstasy rolled up his spine and he hissed in a breath.

Jaggar’s nails dug in to his shoulders and he swore under his breath.

“Griffin…” her voice was breathy as they moved together, slide and retreat and slide and retreat. He wanted this to last, but she was too hot. Too slick. Too soft. Too perfect.

Nuzzling into her throat, he reached between them and once again stroked her clit even as he desperately tried to hold on.

Her body fisted him tight, milking him as she arched her body into the release and bit her bottom lip.

“Jaggar—shit.” Jaw locked, Griffin tried to ride out her orgasm, but it felt too much like fucking heaven. As she milked his cock he could only thrust in twice more before his world exploded.