The Truth About Us (A Second Chance Romance) by R.C. Stephens

Author:R.C. Stephens [Stephens, R.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989508008
Published: 2019-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Griffin

“Don’t stop,” she says threading her fingers through my hair. “I need you,” she tugs on the strands and sparks shoot down my spine.

“I want you so bad but your holding back,” I say into her mouth wondering how I am able to maintain any self-control with her pleading with me to take her.

“Please. I want you. We have time to figure out the rest.” Her tone is breathless as she breaks our kiss. Thank fuck. Her hands work to remove my T-shirt.

I’m not sure if we have time but I can’t deny her either. I’ve never wanted anyone this bad. I’m only a man not a saint. My cock presses eagerly against my jeans and any sense I have vanishes as she rubs the front of my jeans. “Here on the beach?” I ask, feeling too impatient to walk back to the mansion and claim a room.

“I’m feeling rebellious tonight.” She giggles.

“Are you sure? I mean, you had two glasses of wine. If you’re drunk or something I don’t want to take advantage,” I mutter because I know all about drunken mistakes. My insides cringe as I remember my last hookup. Don’t go there now. I will my mind to shut off and just feel this moment here with her.

“I am tipsy,” she admits, still giggling while working the belt on my jeans. “But I know exactly what I’m doing. I haven’t been with a man since my husband. Two long years since I’ve touched a man. I want you. I seem to always want you.” She pops the button on my jeans. Her hand wraps around my cock.

“Ah!” I watch her hands working me, and my cock swells even more. I grip at her T-shirt and lift it over her head. I suck in my breath at the sight of her white lace bra which leaves little to the imagination. I grope her breasts like a hungry, primitive man. She moans. My thumb rubs her nipples back and forth as we stare into each other’s eyes. They harden beneath my touch, and her breathing picks up. A rational part of my brain says wait. She’s got secrets, but another part of my mind says she needs time and she wants this as badly as I do.

“Griff. You’re thinking too hard,” she says breathlessly.

I laugh and bend my knees, closing my mouth over her nipple the lacey material adding a layer of friction. She grabs hold of my hair, messing her fingers through it, and I slowly move my tongue down her stomach.

“I want you on your back,” I hiss. “How opposed are you to getting sand all over yourself?” My lip tugs on one side. My glare must be mischievous with all my dirty thoughts.

“I don’t care about sand right now,” she pants like I should have known this fact.

In one fell swoop, I lift her in my arms and lay her on her back. She gasps as her back hits the sand. “It’s a little cold,” she says, arching her back.

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