Oh God. Oh, oh God!” Horrified by the electric currents of sensation flooding her core, Tara tried to pull away. But it was impossible. Clearly rejoicing in her surging orgasm, Griffin was fierce.
“Oh no, you don’t, Tara. Give in to it, baby. Come for me.” At her tortured cry, he urged her on. “Like that, darlin’. Come for me—all over my face.” At her shocked cry, he drove his tongue deeper into her vagina, then found her clitoris with his lips and then his teeth. Gently biting down on the throbbing nub, he drove her to a shrieking climax. Lifting her off his shoulders, he held her quaking body tightly against him. Awed at her earth-shaking tremors and sobbing cries, he murmured words of praise. He knew he needed to find a bed, where he could lay her down and, he admitted, take her as deep as his rock-hard cock was demanding that he do. Looking askance at the multiple doorways in the hall, he emitted a heartfelt groan.
“God, Tara, I don’t want to sound like a voracious beast, but if I don’t get inside of you in the next few minutes, I’m likely to come all over you.” He was gratified when she wrapped her arms around his neck and choked out an agonized groan. “Yes, yes. I . . . I want you, Griffin. Inside of me.”
Holding her close to him, he strode down the hallway, then kicked open the closest door. He was relieved to see not only a king-size bed but also floor-to-ceiling windows with sliding glass doors opening to a spacious deck. Feeling as though the heavens were with him, he blessed the gorgeous night sky gleaming with myriad stars and the sliver of a crescent moon, his avowed talisman. Striding to the bed, he carefully laid her down, then stepped back, gazing at her in wonder. She was writhing on the bed, still coming down from the throes of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, but he spied the tears hovering in her lush lashes. He prayed that they were tears of rapture, not regret. Her swollen lips and flushed cheeks along with her murmuring sighs confirmed that she’d been as rocked by her orgasm as he’d hoped.
At that moment, she shuddered, then startled. She rose up on her elbows and looked up as if in surprise. What seemed like shock quickly became relief when she saw him standing beside the bed. Her lips quivered and her halting words were strained. “I . . . I didn’t know where you were . . . ”
Griffin groaned a hard male sound as he loosened the clasp on his jeans and shoved them lower on his hips. “I’m where I’m always going to be, Tara. Right here beside you, aching to be deep inside of you.”
Tara glanced at his crotch, and her eyes widened with what looked like mix of apprehension and appreciation. He grinned and snorted. “Yeah, honey. He’s more than a little excited. Which, to be fair, is not surprising given that for the last ten minutes I have been feasting on your luscious cunt.” At her embarrassed gasp, he persisted. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, Tara? How I rejoiced in your glorious orgasm? Christ, honey, you came all over my fucking face—a treat I’ll never forget.”
When she flushed a bright, rosy pink and pressed her fingers against her lips, not able to shutter her horrified sigh, he shook his head. “No, darlin’, don’t be embarrassed. Do you know what your stunningly intimate climax did to me?” Clearly embarrassed, she bit down on her lip and shook her head. He snorted softly. “How about I let my body speak for me the way your courageous body spoke for you?” As he spoke, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them lower on his slim hips. Bending over, he kicked off his boots and then rose up on his toes, a practiced warrior’s gesture learned from years of close-quarter grappling. Seeing the mix of fear and excitement in her eyes as she gazed at his prominent arousal, Griffin allowed a salacious smile to cross his lips. When she gnawed fiercely on her puffy bottom lip, he shoved his pants over his hips, revealing his burgeoning cock. Her shocked cry was manna to his raging libido.
Smiling, he strode toward her. When she jerked back protectively, he laughed aloud. Crawling up on to the edge of the bed, he inched toward her. His chuckle was ripe with intention. “Oh yeah, you sweet, sexy woman. You can try to move away from me.” Nodding at his engorged cock that pressed against his stomach, he grinned. “But I can tell you, sweetheart, the chances of your getting away from this arrogant fellow are nil. He isn’t going to rest until he is deep inside of you.” His voice dropped suggestively. “No, sweet woman. You best give in. You’re fighting a losing battle.”
Tara tried to scoot back but ran into the stack of pillows behind her. To her horror and flaring excitement, he laughed as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back toward him. Rising up on his hands and knees, he straddled her, then yanked her closer to him. Shoving her ankles against her bottom, he spread her knees wide apart. Staring at her exposed bottom, he emitted a lusty, appreciative groan. “God yes. You beautiful, sensual woman. Christ, Tara, your sexy cunt is streaming with erotic juices.” He shook his head and groaned in appreciation. “Thank God, baby. I honestly don’t know how I could get this rapacious prick of mine past your luscious lips if you weren’t as excited as I am and your sexy body wasn’t preparing your erotic channel for me.”
Not able to hold back another second, Griffin pressed the flared head of his cock against her succulent opening. He was startled that even though her cunt was drenched with her sexy dew, it was a challenge to get his aroused cock past the tight opening. Pulling back, then gently thrusting a careful inch or two inside, then pulling back again, he groaned in anticipation. Clearly, his lust was contagious because she moved up against him with a sexy moan. “Yes, yes, Griffin. Like that. God, yes, come inside me, like that!”
Her impassioned plea was a sounding bell to his fervent body. Like Justify charging the opening gate at the Belmont Stakes, Griffin began thrusting into her. At first cautious, not wanting to hurt her and conscious of how tight she was, he tried to contain his thrusts. But Tara was as excited as he was. Her pleas were fervent, commanding. “No, no, Griffin. Don’t stop. I want you. All of you. Please don’t stop.” Once again, he cried out, “Holy Christ, Tara, as if I ever could!”
Long after, he had thrown caution to the winds and began fucking her as thoroughly and as deeply as he possibly could. He felt his balls drawing up against his groin at the same moment that he felt her orgasm crash over her. Rising up over her and driving himself in to the hilt, his balls banging against her ass, he gave in to the most body-shattering climax he’d ever had. His hoarse cry reverberated through the dark, star-filled night. It was the primal sound of a marauding beast. A powerful, male animal who had risen to never-before achieved heights and miraculously not only climbed the heady summit but also threw himself over the frightening peak with a heartfelt roar.
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Griffin breathed an appreciative sigh when he opened the refrigerator. Christ, you could say a lot of things about his outrageous partner. Magnus never missed an opportunity to prick at Griffin’s arrogance, particularly when Griffin deigned to ask for his help. But, Griffin admitted, one couldn’t have a better tactician than Magnus Armstrong when planning to kidnap a feisty woman. To his credit, after a few well-deserved jibes about how Griffin had thought that he could fool his intuitive partner—particularly when it came to matters of the heart or, to be more specific, those that involved more prominent organs, Magnus had murmured, “As though you could resist, man. Holy shit, Griff, the sparks between you two were as obvious as they were dangerous.” He’d added with a conspiratorial grin, “Christ, dude, our own Miss Marvel wannabe, Jia Yanlin, sussed out your interest in the blonde sexpot. Not happily, I might note.”
Remembering the conversation with his trusted cohort, Griffin admitted that Magnus was on-target regarding his fierce assistant. One didn’t want to annoy Jia. She had a vicious streak a mile wide. If she wasn’t so damned smart and as efficient as five assistants, Griffin might not have kept her on. In addition, he admitted that she was beginning to test his written-in-stone rule that he didn’t consort with members of his team. Jia made sure that all the other women knew that intimacy with the big guy was verboten, that even a quiver of interest was grounds for immediate dismissal. Unfortunately, Griffin couldn’t ignore Jia’s overtures, as subtle as they were. In retrospect, he acknowledged that her interest in him was obvious. A dead giveaway was how she’d struck out at Tara, claiming that the rabble-rousing editor was a threat to her boss. Griffin had to admit Jia’s instincts were on-target. From the first time he’d seen her, Tara had struck a nerve with him. A primal one at that. He admitted the fact that his uptight assistant saw the sparks between them was dangerous. Particularly for an unsuspecting Tara.
Choosing from among the delicacies packed into the refrigerator, Griffin prepared a feast worthy of two lovers who’d more than earned a calorie-laden reward for their amorous adventures. Selecting fruit, cheese, and a range of meats and esoteric sauces, then tucking a bottle of chilled pinot gris under one arm, Griffin carried the delicacy-laden tray out to the deck. After he and Tara had spent many long moments wrapped in each other’s arms, reveling in their astonishing lovemaking, he’d murmured in her ear, “Are you as hungry as I am, Tara?” At her shriek and laughing assertion that she was starving, he’d captured her in his arms and carried her out to the moonlit deck. Wrapping her naked body in a fuzzy throw, he’d settled her on the padded chaise lounge and promised her that he’d be back soon, cautioning her that she wasn’t to move an inch until he returned. Ensuring that his beautiful lover wouldn’t get chilled, he’d lit the outdoor fire pit and wrapped yet another blanket around her shoulders before depositing a kiss on her cheek and heading to the kitchen to forage for food.
Tara lay against the back of the chaise lounge, trying to come to grips with her remarkable situation. It was stunning to admit that as an admitted control freak, she had no idea where she was. As the oldest Trouble sister, she ran a tight ship, ensuring that everyone was taken care of, including her impressive father. But, she admitted, since Griffin had come into her life, she’d never been as out of control as she was now. Looking up at the moonlit sky sprinkled with multi-thousands of twinkling stars, she acknowledged that even though she was within a motorcycle ride from her home, she had no idea where she actually was. Having spent the fearful ride with her head buried against Griffin’s back, she was truly clueless. Snuggling under the warm blankets rubbing against her naked body, she admitted that not knowing her physical location was the least surprising part of her circumstances. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to remember the surprise on her family’s faces when Griffin strode into the Bitter n’ Twisted and essentially captured her in his fearsome presence before marching her out of the tavern. She couldn’t begin to imagine what her family thought. Dear God, how could she ever explain to her sisters and father what had happened to her? It was hard enough to explain it to herself.
At the sound of the sliding door opening, she looked up to see Griffin approaching. He was carrying a tray of food and a bottle of wine. As hungry as she was, it wasn’t the sight and smell of the delicacies he was carrying that shot a shower of electric sparks across her receptive body. No, what had her pressing her legs together and fighting to hold back an appreciative groan was . . . him. He was naked except for a loose pair of sweats that hung from his hips. His broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and chest were streaked with taut muscles. The wiry, black hair on his chest arrowing down his flat abdomen to his groin below had her struggling to swallow the moan that was fighting to be free. Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she allowed herself to marvel at his stunning good looks. His tousled black hair, high cheekbones, and strong chin were compelling enough. But it was his dark emerald eyes, glinting with a hint of amusement that changed to lust when he saw her that spread a firestorm of sensations across her body. Unable to hold back a tortured moan, she was gratified when his expression tightened and he nodded in agreement. His soft murmur was balm to her raging spirit.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I feel it too.”
Striding across the short expanse between them, he parked the tray on the table beside her. Tossing aside the blankets covering her, he reached for her naked body. Holding her tightly against him, he settled back on the chaise lounge. Murmuring softly in her ear, he said, “I promise you, Tara, I am going to feed you. But first, I have to hold you, confirm that you are real.”
Knowing precisely what he was feeling, Tara didn’t hold back her grateful cry. Instead, she leaned into him, pressing her tear-streaked face against his strong chest. She felt his arms tighten around her. Rubbing at an errant tear on her cheek, he said, “Uh-uh, little girl. No tears. Unless they are tears of happiness.” Reveling in his tight embrace, Tara choked back her sobs and made a fateful pledge. She promised herself that no matter what happened between them, she would never let anything or anyone destroy her memory of this moment.
Much later, she’d remember that passionate promise to herself. She’d wonder how she could have been so unaware of who this complicated man truly was. Other than that he was the man who had captured her body and her soul.