Page 44 of Stay With Me (Griffin’s Den #2)

FORTY-THREE

Luna

My heart flips at his words.

I think I love this man.

He slides his hand through my hair to the base of my head.

My eyes close as our lips meet.

A deep rumble comes from his chest as he wraps his free arm around my waist and lifts me off my chair.

As he stands, I clasp my arms around his neck, and his tongue brushes my lip. I open, and he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

The kiss is demanding, taking my breath away.

He turns and uses his hips to pin me to the counter, his hard length at my core causing me to whimper.

I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer as he rocks into me. His hands go to my waist, and his fingers ghost back and forth on my skin just under my T-shirt.

I run my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails back down.

He pulls away and looks up at the ceiling. “We can’t do this out here with Jess in the house.”

I look around the kitchen. “Oh my god. How could I have forgotten where we were,” I whisper.

“Hold on tight, baby.” He lifts me from the counter and carries me down the hall.

I link my fingers behind his neck, and we stop in front of Jess’s room. He peeks in to confirm she’s still fast asleep before walking the rest of the way to our room.

He toes open the door and turns us. Adjusting my weight to one arm, he reaches for the door to gently close it.

I bring my lips back to his. He pushes me up against the door, deepening the kiss.

With every brush of his tongue against mine, he sets my body ablaze.

“If we stay here by the door, you have to be quiet,” he whispers, rocking his hips against my core again.

A moan escapes me.

“Fuck it. I don’t want you to have to be quiet.” He pulls us away from the door and walks over to his nightstand.

Just when I think he’s going to set me on the bed, I realize he’s bending slightly. “Open the drawer, Luna, and pull a condom out.”

I nod, unlinking my fingers, and lower my arm to open the drawer.

As soon as I have one in my hand, he stands to his full height again and walks to the bathroom.

He strides in and goes straight for the shower.

“Um, we have our clothes on,” I tell him like he doesn’t know as he turns the shower on.

A smirk pulls at his lips. “Not for long they won’t be, but the shower is just for noise right now.”

“Oh.” My voice is breathless.

He sets me on the counter and slams his lips down on mine, the condom falling from my hand.

The kiss is consuming.

Claiming.

He grips my braid as he tilts my head, deepening the kiss.

I drop my hands to his sides and pull his shirt up. We break apart enough to lift his shirt off.

Before the shirt hits the floor, he’s trailing hot kisses down my neck, biting at my pulse point. He sucks for a brief moment before trailing his fingers down my sides and gripping my shirt to lift it over my head.

I don’t have a bra on, and his eyes darken with desire as he lowers his head, his teeth grazing over my hardened nipple.

I arch my back to get closer, a whimper falling from my lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers.

He brings his hands to the waistband of my leggings and peels them down with my panties. I lift my hips to get them past my butt, and he kneels to finish taking them off.

Goose bumps break out over my body as the cold counter touches my skin.

His face is right in front of my pussy.

“You are so hot and wet. And this is all for me, isn’t it, my Lunabella?” He slowly drags his finger through my wetness.

“Yes.”

He slides a thick finger through my folds. This time, there is no sting, only pleasure as he works his finger in and out.

I can’t take my eyes off him.

He’s so focused on me.

Instead of being embarrassed, I feel empowered.

I brought this beautiful, strong man to his knees.

He speeds up and uses his thumb to brush against my clit.

When he adds another finger, he pulls a moan from me.

“I need you to come for me, baby. Can you do that?”

I nod, clutching the edge of the counter. I’m right there. My breathing is labored as my body starts to tingle.

I can feel myself at the top of the crest, unable to tumble over the top. “Please,” I say.

“I got you. I’ve always got you, my Lunabella.” He brings his mouth to my clit and gently grazes his teeth on it.

That’s all I need to fall over. My mouth opens in a silent scream.

As I come down from my orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, licking my release off them before standing to claim my mouth in a kiss.

I fumble with his belt as I work to get his jeans off.

Steam fills the air around us.

Finally, I get his belt undone, and he helps me with the button and zipper.

Together, we push his jeans and underwear down.

I wrap my hands around his cock and stroke it. He’s so soft and hard.

His head falls back with a groan.

He places his hand over mine, adding more pressure before pulling my hand away and grabbing the condom.

I reach for him again, but he uses his free hand to put mine on the counter.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come much faster than either of us wants me to.”

I lick my lips at the thought of him losing control beneath my touch.

What does he taste like?

He groans. “Luna, one day my dick will be between your lips when I come, but today is not that day. But soon, okay? I promise.”

I nod.

He brings the condom wrapper to his mouth and tears the corner with his teeth. Tossing the wrapper aside, he rolls the condom down his length.

His hands are at my waist as he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter.

We lock eyes. An intense need consumes me in a way I’ve only ever felt with him. “Please, Noah. I need you.”

He notches himself at my entrance and inches forward, and I stretch around him.

A cry escapes me.

He feels so good.

We feel so good.

He presses all the way in and freezes, dropping his head to my shoulder.

His breath across my skin causes me to shiver.

“Noah?” I question, afraid something is wrong.

“Give me a minute. If I move right now, I’ll come.”

His words have me clenching around him.

“Luna,” he moans before pulling back and pushing in a little harder.

My hips rock with his. Another thrust, and my back arches.

He loops his arms under my knees and holds me open for him.

Our mouths meet, and his kiss brings me closer to the edge, but I don’t want this to end yet.

“I need you to get there for me, baby. I need you to come.”

“I’m close,” I say, trembling.

He tilts my hips, and a moan escapes as he pushes back in, seemingly deeper than before.

My eyes flutter closed as I focus on the sensations.

Desire pools in my belly, and my body tingles.

“That’s it, Luna. I can feel your pretty pussy flutter around my dick.” He drops one of my legs and brings his hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, teasing my clit with his thumb.

I’m panting, my heart racing.

His thrusts never waver.

I want this feeling to last forever.

He leans over and whispers into my ear, “Come for me, baby.” He applies more pressure.

My orgasm builds, but I fight to hold it off a little bit longer, not ready for this to be over.

He pulses inside me.

The stretch of him.

His breath on my shoulder when a moan breaks through as he starts to come.

That is all it takes for me to explode. My core clenches.

My legs shake as I fight to breathe.

Slowly, I float back to my body.

His eyes meet mine with a bright smile taking over his face.

He presses his forehead to mine. “I think that sealed the deal. Don’t you?”

I laugh, and he slips out of me. We both groan at the loss.

He kisses me softly as he drops my one leg still on his arm. “Wait here.” He walks over to the shower to check the water.

“Is there any hot water left?” I ask as he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash.

“Kind of. We have to be fast.” He picks me up and carries me to the shower before letting me slide down his body to set me on the ground.

“Maybe we can ask Amelia about her water heater that never has cold water unless you turn the cold water on,” I suggest, pulling the hair tie out of my hair and running my fingers through it to get it wet.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says as he leans on the tile.

“Here, let me move a little so you can use the water too before it gets cold.”

He shakes his head. “You have it. I’ll shower when you’re done.”

I smile as I rush through showering so he doesn’t have to take an ice-cold shower before bed.