She bared her teeth at him. “I want that cake finished so I can frost it before dinner. If it goes in later, I won’t be able to do that.”
He looked at the oven. “We’ll stay in here then.”
He lifted her and put her on the table.
“I’m still wearing my clothes.” She glanced down. It wasn’t as if she was wearing a skirt or even shorts. She had on jeans.
“I know that, peaches. We’ll kiss a little before we get to the serious part.” He framed her face.
She slipped her arm around him and eased closer. Their lips met and his tongue stroked into her mouth. The kiss pulled her under. Her tongue stroked his. He slid his hand up and down her back.
He pulled back and tugged at her shirt. The buttons parted beneath his skilled fingers. Damn, he was fast. He pushed it wide, revealing the pink lace cupping her breasts.
“Oh, gorgeous, peaches. I love this bra. It’s only a few shades off your skin.” He ran his fingers along the valley between her breasts.
“Really? I think we might need to get your eyes checked after you finish.” She laughed and shook her head. Her skin was not that pink.
“Peaches, your skin turns a pretty pink when you’re aroused.” Griffin tweaked her nipple. “I’d show you, but you’re usually too involved to notice.”
She raised her brow. “Perhaps you’ll do more than tease?”
“But teasing makes this so hot and you smell delicious when I do.” Griffin ran his hand down to her thighs and cupped her pussy.
His fingers rubbed against the seam of her jeans. A flaring heat pulsed through her. She rocked forward, increasing the friction against her clit. A moan ripped from her.
“Oh, yes, you like that. Tell me about it.” Griffin leaned in and nipped at the curve of her breast.
She hissed and gripped his shoulders. “Give me what I need.”
“Like this?” He rubbed his hand back and forth.
She trembled. A burning ache throbbed there. Her legs moved restlessly. She rolled her hips forward, riding his hand.
He sucked at her nipple, curling his tongue around the peak as he drew it into his mouth. His hand stopped moving. The pressure of his palm tormented her. She tried to clench her thighs on his hand, but he stood between them.
She pushed at him. He stumbled back. She hopped off the table and jumped at him. His hands gripped her hips.
“No more teasing.” She clutched at his shoulders. He’d teased enough. “I’m taking over.”
“Of course you are, peaches.” He nodded. “We have to get out of these clothes and then you can take me.”
“No teasing.” Her nails sank into his shoulders.
“I won’t rile you, peaches.” He lowered her.
She dropped her feet to the floor. If he teased or tried to turn her attention, she wouldn’t wait. He was hers. No more waiting.
He unbuttoned her pants. She drew in a deep breath. He pushed them down her hips and past her knees, skimming his hands down her thighs. Too damn slow.
“All right, peaches, your clothes are off. I’ll take off mine, because I like these pants and you’re not so careful with those claws.” He flicked open the button on his pants.
“What, you can’t take a little risk with your reward?” She raised her brows.
“I definitely can, but I don’t want you to feel guilty. A few scratches are normal, but you’re already taking responsibility for one thing. I’m not giving you another.” Griffin drew his finger over her cheek.
She took a deep breath and nodded. He had a point, even if the way he made it sucked.
“All right, sit on the chair. I’m going to ride you. Hopefully, these chairs hold up to the rocking.” She glanced at the kitchen chair. It seemed sturdy enough, but it hadn’t been put to this test.
“Peaches, these should hold more than you and me before they break.” Griffin pulled a chair out and sat down.
“I’ll hold you to that.” She grinned. And if they didn’t, she’d definitely point that out. She straddled him.
“Well, damn, you’re not waiting around. I love it.” He ran his hands up her sides.
“Good, I have a feeling you’ll love this even more.” She reached between them and guided his cock to her entrance. “Today, I don’t need any lengthy teasing and coaxing. I want you and I want you now.”
Hers. He was hers. She drew in a breath. Those words and feelings, they came from such a deep part of her. A certainty and a ravenous hunger built within her.
She lowered slowly. The head pressed into her. Her inner muscles stretched, clenching around him. She drew in a slow breath and gripped his shoulder with one hand. Taking a deep breath, she sank down until he slid deep within her.
She held still. Tingles rocketed through her at the tight fullness. Her breath caught. Can’t lose control too quickly. Need to savor this. For once, he was at her mercy, and she wouldn’t let it slip away without enjoying it.
She rose above him until only the rounded head remained inside, before lowering. A shiver ran down her back. So good. She peppered kisses over his shoulder. Her tongue lapped at him. Damn, he tasted good. Salty, but so uniquely Griffin.
“Damn. You’ll drive me insane, peaches.” He gripped her hips.
She brushed at one of his hands. “No, you don’t get to take over. I’m fucking you.”
“Yes, you are. You’re taking me so deep, but you’re going slow.” His hand slid up and down her back.
“My man, my pace.” She ground her hips in a slow circle.
“Yes, peaches, I’m all yours.” His hand skated up her back and tangled in her hair.
She shook her head and rocked before she rose again. He tugged her hair. A slight sting shot through her scalp. Slow, make it last. Her muscles tightened. She gripped his arms as she rose over him.
His fingers tightened on her waist, but simply held her. He nibbled at her shoulder. A growl rolled through her. Mine. He wouldn’t take this from her.
She took his shaft deep and circled her hips. Her clit pressed against him. Shivers ripped over her body. More.
“Oh, yes, peaches, ride me. Show me you want me.” He tugged on her hair, again.
She rocked onto him. Her inner muscles clenched. Perfect, this was perfect. Exactly as it should be.
Slow. Let it last. With every descent, slow became harder. Each time her muscles tightened around him, sparks exploded through her. Her nails dug into him.
She rocked onto him. Her gums stung. Hers. He was hers. She pressed closer to him. Her nipples brushed against his chest with each upward stroke. Tingles streaked through her with each contact.
Her thighs tightened and she ground down on him. A shudder rippled over his body.
“I’m close, peaches. I want you to come with me. I’ll strum your clit.” He stroked his hand through her hair.
She nodded and lifted. His hand eased between them and a finger brushed over her clit. She ground down against it. Her stomach tightened and the ache coiled to near agony. She nipped at his shoulder even as she rolled her hips, increasing the pressure.
“Don’t fight it, peaches. Let go and do it.” He nipped her shoulder.
A shudder ripped through her as she swirled her hips against him. Fuck, yes. He stiffened and lifted against her. She rotated her hips. The pressure released on a huge explosion. Finally.
Her mouth dropped to his shoulder and she bit it. Her teeth sank in and a salty metallic taste hit her tongue. She trembled. A sharp ecstasy bordering on pain rolled through her body.
His hands slid up her back. She rocked against him. Lingering jolts shot through her with each move, and the torment so sweet she couldn’t stop.
“Peaches, that was worth almost getting attacked.” Griffin tugged at her hair. “How about we put our clothes back on. You can take a shower, maybe see Ethan or Dawson, and I’ll watch your cake.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The lingering waves rolled over her. Shower. She didn’t want to mo
ve.
“What’s up in here? Other than the sex. I could smell her stress out in the hall.” Ethan stepped into the kitchen.
“We had a little issue with overthinking things.” Griffin lifted her from him.
Penny grimaced at the sudden loss of fullness within her. She glanced at Ethan. He stood there, completely dressed. Now that was just wrong.
When Griffin lowered her to her feet, she stepped away from him. And there was another of her men. She strode over to Ethan.
“Overthinking what?” Ethan frowned, but straightened as she approached him.
“She’s blaming herself and it led to consequences that I don’t mind at all.” Griffin came up and rubbed his hands on her shoulders. “I don’t think she’s settled yet.”
“From the way she’s staring at me like a perfectly cooked steak, I don’t think so either.” Ethan held out his hand. “Do you want to come with me, peaches?”
She glanced back at the oven. “Don’t let my cake burn. I’ll be back”
“I won’t. It will be waiting.” Griffin smiled. “Go on. You know you’re dying to jump him.”
She really was. Her eyes locked on his shoulder. That needed her mark. She stalked toward Ethan.
“Come on, peaches. We can go into the bedroom or my office and see how you want me.” He wiggled his fingers.
She smiled and slid her palm over his. “Any way I can get you. I have a feeling if you push too much or take too long, you’ll end up like Griffin.”
“He’s brash and doesn’t know when to quit. I know the give and take necessary to get things done.” Ethan kissed her cheek. “Where did you want to go?”
“Bedroom. I want room to play without risking falling off something.” She edged close. Much more and she’d climb him. That was always an option.
“As long as I fall with you, peaches, I’ll make sure you don’t hit anything but me.” He lifted her hand to his lips.
“You know if stuff like that got out, it would ruin your fierce, alpha reputation.” She smiled, but warmth swelled inside her.
“They already know how much you mean to me, peaches, and it doesn’t matter. If anyone thinks that the softening applies to anyone other than you, he has a hard lesson coming.” Ethan pushed open their bedroom door.
Not a doubt in the man. She licked her lips.
“All right, peaches, we’re at the bedroom. What are your plans?” Ethan led her into the bedroom.
“I plan to get you out of your clothes and then we’ll start with a little play. I’m not sure how I’ll want you. Right now, the urge isn’t like it was with Griffin. I couldn’t sit back and let him take control.” She turned in the doorway and flicked open one button on his shirt.
He smiled. “You were pushed too far. I won’t do that.”
She ran her fingers over his shoulder. “I do have a desire, though.”
“How about the biting waits until we’re together? When we’re making love.” Ethan freed the remaining buttons and pulled his shirt open.
She grinned. “I won’t climb and bite. We’ll kiss and touch. When your body’s throbbing with need, I’ll do it.”
He laughed. “Your aggressiveness is so exciting. Now, hop in bed and let me peel out of these pants.”
“I could help you with that.” She trailed her fingers over his stomach.
“Let’s save you touching me until I’m naked. I don’t want to come before you do.” He gently grasped her hands.
She backed toward the bed. His bronze skin and the muscles rippling just beneath the surface were too good to look away from. He kicked out of his shoes. Yep, he was eager. Normally, he’d have put those away. He pushed the pants down and stepped out.
“Well, you’re not exactly on the bed.” He stopped in front of her.
“No, I had to watch you take them off. Not watching would be wrong.” She trailed her fingers over his chest.
“I like the way you look naked, too.” He lifted her and toppled onto the bed.
She laughed and stared at him through her lashes. “Maybe we can find something else we agree on.”
“I think we already do.” Ethan drew his fingers over her shoulder.
She shivered and dropped a kiss to his shoulder. He skimmed his fingers down to her breast. His fingers flicked over the nipple. A spark sizzled through her as the nipple tightened.
“You liked that.” He lapped at the slope of her breast.
“I did. Everything you do always feels so good.” She stroked his shoulder. Their touch was magic.
“You are in a very mellow mood right now.” Ethan smiled and slid his hand down her body.
“Well, except for the urge to bite you. I keep getting repeated images of that. As long as I get it done, she’ll be happy. There won’t need to be some specific position unless the frustration and tension returns.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged.
“We’ll definitely get that done.” Ethan curved an arm around her and rolled until she was on her back.
He loomed over her. She drew her hand over his shoulder.
“I thought we’d touch each other, not Ethan take over.” She raised a brow.
“I’m just getting a little head start since you take more time to heat up. I won’t send you over. When we come, we’ll do it together and you can sink those pretty teeth into my shoulder.” Ethan grinned, and his tongue lashed at her breast. “In fact, I’m not letting you out of here until you bite me.”
She laughed. “That sounds a lot like an ultimatum to me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I might need an apology.”
He grinned and closed his mouth briefly over the stiffened peak. “It’s not an ultimatum, peaches. It’s just a fact. After all this time, I need your mark on me. Now that your cat is ready, I’m not going anywhere until it happens.”
“It really hasn’t been that long.” She traced the muscles of his bicep.
“It’s been forever.” He shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I caught your scent.”
Warmth swelled. She blinked her eyes. That was so sweet. “You’ll make me cry.”
“No, peaches, you’ll scream for me.” He nipped her nipple. “You’ll claw and scratch and then I’ll drive into you.”
He slid his hand down her side, trailing the tips of his fingers along her thigh before sweeping inward. Hot prickles swept up her skin, following that path. His hand smoothed over the mound of her pussy.
“I love that you’re wet for me.” His fingers slipped between the folds.
He took her nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed over the hardened bud. She clutched at his shoulders. Sparks sizzled through her.
She gasped and lifted her hips. “Always.”
His fingers circled her clit. She drew in a breath. The wild demand surged within her. Take. Claim. Still so strange to have that other side to her pushing forward with so much demand.
She shook her head. He couldn’t tease her like that. Not now.
“No teasing. If you push, she’ll come out.” She grabbed Ethan’s hair. “Unless you want me to ride you.”
“I love it when you ride me, but not this time. I want you to bite me while I’m driving into you. I’ll give your cat what she needs.” He glanced up at her.
His finger rubbed in circles, slow and tantalizing over her clit. Heat beat through her. He sucked at her nipple, drawing hard on it before easing off and lightly lapping. She squirmed. Her hands slid over his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his skin. When his fingers drifted away, she groaned.
“No.” She lifted her head.
“Shh, easy, peaches, I’ll slide them in you and make you ready. I won’t leave you wanting.” Ethan pressed a kiss to her chest, just above her nipple. “I’ll give your little clit the attention it needs.”
She clenched her hands. As long as he did it soon, he could do what he wanted. He plunged a finger into her. After he withdrew, two surged into her. A jolt flashed through her.
“Ethan.” She drew in a gasping breath.
His thumb pressed down on her clit at the same moment that his teeth nipped her breast. A sharp pang burst over her. She arched upward. Too much. She shook her head.
“Not without you.” She dug her nails into his shoulder.
“No, sweet Penny, not without me this time.” He straightened.
His fingers slipped from her. She groaned. A pang shot through her at the absence of those thick digits. He moved over her. She tugged at him, trying to draw him down. He lowered, but slowly, too slowly. The head nudged her entrance, and then he surged forward.
She gasped. Her muscles stretched and then clenched around him. He slowly pulled out. She wrapped her legs around his waist. This, this was what she needed. He slowly rocked into her.
She met the down stroke. He leaned down and nipped her shoulder.
“I can’t wait to wear your mark, peaches.” He thrust against her. “You’ll come and your cat will take over.”
She met the plunging drive of his hips. Her skin burned with sensitivity, every brush sent rioting sensation coursing through her. A long moan tore from her throat. He lifted her against him. When their hips met, he ground his pelvis against her. Jolts spiked straight to her core.
Her gums stung, and her hips rose to meet his. She clenched her legs. She writhed. She hung on the edge, so close to the peak.
“If you need a little extra, torment that clit a little.” Ethan drove into her.
She slipped her hand between them and dragged her fingers over her clit. Sparks ricocheted through her. She tugged on him. He bent down. Her lips moved over his shoulder.
“Do it, peaches.” He drove hard against her.
She arched. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. Shudders tore over her body. Pleasure exploded, washing through her. The fierce wave left even her toes and fingertips tingling.
He thrust against her. His cock drove deep and fast. He tensed and came. His hips rocked against her. He lifted her hips as he ground down. A low groan ripped through him.
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