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“Depends on what you’d like to eat.” He’s got this playful look in his eyes.
“How about dinner, and then I’ll have you for dessert,” I say, feeling brave.
He smoothes my hair back with his hand, bringing his lips mere inches from mine. “Only if I get to return the favor.”
“Absolutely,” I say before he kisses me once more.
Chapter 14
Griffin
Dinner took way too long to cook, and I’m sure it’s because I’m already looking forward to dessert. When I opened the door tonight, and Anya stood on my front porch looking like any man’s wet dream, I felt like the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Seriously.
She just doesn’t get how pretty she is. How funny she is. How things just feel fucking right between us.
After dinner, Anya helped me clean the kitchen, despite my attempts to take on the task myself. She insisted, her determination shining through as she grabbed a dishcloth and started scrubbing. I love how nice she is. Most women might sit back and enjoy watching a man slave away for them, but not Anya. She wants to work as a team with me, just as she does at the brewery. Her collaborative spirit turns me on and makes me feel like we’ve got something real brewing between us.
As we work side by side, rinsing dishes and wiping down counters, I can’t help but admire her. She moves with a graceful efficiency, her sleeves rolled up, revealing her slender arms. The way she glances over at me, with a playful smile dancing on her lips, makes my heart race. The kitchen’s filled with the comforting sounds of running water and clinking dishes, and the scent of the delicious meal we just shared still lingers in the air.
Once the kitchen is spotless, Anya steps up to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She places her hand gently on my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m ready for dessert,” she whispers, her voice a sultry promise. Her eyes lock onto mine for a fraction of a second, a silent conversation passing between us, before she crashes her lips to mine.
The kiss is electric. Her heart pounds against my chest as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in our little bubble of intimacy. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I respond by deepening the kiss.
Our bodies press closer and I have no shame in pushing my hard cock against her. She responds by rubbing herself against it, causing me to groan into her mouth. Unable to stop myself, my hands glide down her body and sink into her round ass. I pull her against me, pushing my solid dick against her once more.
She breaks the kiss as her head falls back. “Griffin,” she moans.
I take advantage of her exposed neck and move my lips down to it. Soft kisses soon become gentle nibbles and she moans against the tender bites. My fingers dig into her ass, wanting—no needing—more.
“Anya, I need to hear you say you want this. I need to know before I strip you naked and worship your sweet body that you want this as much as I do.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pushing her tits closer to my face as I wait for her to say what I desperately need to hear. She lifts her head, crashing her heated eyes with mine as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “I want this, Griffin,” she whispers, but damn I feel like she shouted it.
I’m breaking a promise I swore I wouldn’t, but it no longer matters. I can’t keep denying what I’m feeling.
What I want—Anya.
I easily lift her and she wraps her legs around me as I carry her to my bedroom. When we get inside, I kick the door closed behind us and allow her to slide down my body. I take a small step back and stare at her.
Her dark hair, wild from my fingers, falls in waves around her shoulders. Her lips are swollen from my kiss. Her skin’s flushed from my touch.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I pull my shirt off, keeping my eyes pinned on her. “Strip.”
She searches my face, processing what I’ve just told her. The sweet guy, the fix it guy, demanding her to strip. It’s out of character for the person she knows, but the guy I am out of the bedroom and the guy I am in the bedroom are two different people.
I’m not full of sweet supportive words and encouragement. I’m desperate—frantic—feral in the bedroom.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” I say, folding my arms over my chest.
She snaps out of her thoughts and reaches behind her to unzip the dress she has on. It falls off her, pooling at her feet. My eyes travel down her body. Her hard nipples are visible through her white silk bra and I feel my cock press against the zipper of my jeans. I rub my hand against it as my eyes continue down her incredible body. Her white lace and silk panties are where my eyes stop as I let out a rugged breath.
“Fucking stunning. Take your bra off and slowly slide your panties down your long legs.”
She grins as her eyes travel down my chest to my jeans. “Take your pants off.”
I step up to her and sink my fingers roughly into her hair, pulling her head back so she’s looking up at me. “I’m in charge here. You don’t tell me what to do. Got it?” She visibly swallows and tries to nod her head, but my hold on her hair doesn’t allow it. “Tell me you understand,” I demand.