Illusive

She did as I said, and a moment later, I was blessed with the vision of her ass. Fuck, a man could get used to that vision. I grabbed a condom from my side table, put it on, and then moved to position myself behind her on the bed.

I ran my hands over her back, down to grab her hips, and pulled her back to me. Taking hold of my dick, I slid it through her wetness, teasing her as I went. Pushing inside her a fraction and then back out. I repeated this a few times until I knew I had her panting for more.

Fuck, I need to be in her.

Taking hold of her ass, I thrust my cock into her pussy. She whimpered, and that sound lit me up with more need. I pulled out and thrust back in. God damn, so fucking beautiful. I thrust in and out, over and over, working us towards our release. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, my grunts and her moans filled the room, pushing me on.

Closer.

Almost there.

Fuck.

I lost focus of time and space.

Sophia cried out my name and her pussy squeezed around my dick.

I gripped her harder.

I slammed into her faster.

Rougher.

Jesus, so fucking close.

I grunted as I kept pushing, thrusting, forcing.

Reaching.

Fuck.

I roared as I came harder than I’d ever come.

And when I’d finished with it, and come to my senses, I pulled out of her, moved off the bed and left her so I could discard the condom in the bathroom. Taking a moment, I gripped the sides of the sink and stared into the mirror. I wasn’t looking at a man in control. Hell no. The man staring back at me was as far from in control as he could be. And that shit messed with my mind more than it was already messed with today.

This woman had turned my world upside down. I’d gone from a man never wanting a relationship again to a man captivated by a woman to the point that the only word screaming through my head now was ‘mine’.

Sophia is now mine.

17

Sophia

I blinked my eyes open and tried to move, but I couldn’t. Strong arms held me so tightly that there would be no escape until they loosened. I looked up at Griff. He had me hard up against his body with my head on his chest. His arm was around my shoulders and his hand gripped me firmly to hold me in place. It was still dark, but I couldn’t be sure of the time because he didn’t have a clock in his bedroom. This room was another sparsely furnished room – a bed, bedside tables, a chest of drawers and a chair in the corner. From what I’d seen of his house so far, it spoke of a man who didn’t put down roots. There were no family photos, no personal touches, and the tired feel to the carpet, paint and everything in between gave me a sense of someone who didn’t get attached.

He shifted and even though he hadn’t moved much, it was enough for me to wiggle out of his hold so I could go to the bathroom. However, the second I tried to move, his arm tightened around me again, and his eyes opened. Our gazes met, and he murmured, “You going somewhere, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t want me to leave.

That knowledge made its way into my heart and settled there. It was the first time he’d given me something like that.

I smiled. “Just gotta go to the bathroom, handsome.”

He didn’t loosen his hold on me straight away. Rather, he continued to watch me in that intense way he often did, like he was working stuff out in his mind. Eventually, he nodded and let me go. He didn’t say anything, though – still my man of few words.

I took my time in the bathroom, because, heck, I looked a sight. My hair sat on my head like a crazy bird’s nest, my mascara sat clumped on my lashes and face where it had been wiped from my eyelashes during sleep, and my face looked all puffy and washed out. I had no tools to work with here, but I did my best to tidy up my hair and face. I also used Griff’s toothpaste to freshen up my breath. No one needed morning breath after amazing sex.

When I finally made it back to his bedroom, I found him sitting in his bed waiting for me. His eyes tracked my movements as I went to him, and, good God, that made a woman feel good. When I crawled onto the bed, his arms reached for me and pulled me onto his lap so I sat straddling him with my face to his. My belly fluttered and my heart danced a little. This Griff was a man I could get used to.

“Morning,” he said, his eyes firmly on mine. I loved that, because while a man’s eyes on your body felt good, his eyes seeking yours – seeking your attention in the way Griff was now seeking mine – made you feel special. And I would take special over good any day of the week.

“Morning.”

He raised his brows. “That’s all you’ve got, baby? I thought for sure you’d have a lot more than that to say this morning.”

“Smart-ass,” I said with a smile. “I’m regrouping.”

He chuckled. “How long does that usually take you?”

I tilted my head. “You know, just quietly, I’m liking this sense of humour thing you’ve got going on. I would so not have picked it from you, but that’s one of the things I like about you the most – I never know what’s coming next. And while we’re talking, can I just say – I don’t know where you keep your comb or your brush, but you seriously need to consider keeping it in the bathroom, because when a woman looks how I looked when I woke up this morning, she needs something to fix her hair with, and while my fingers did the trick this morning, they didn’t really cut it, if you know what I mean. This hair would look so much better if I could have run a brush through it.”