From Bittersweet

Spicy excerpt from the bestselling romance by Sarina Bowen

The minute Griff Shipley had taken off his shirt, my body turned traitor. And by the time he put his mouth on me, whatever self-restraint I’d had flew away on the sweet Vermont breeze.

I tipped my chin to give him better access while he dropped a line of shameless kisses down my neck. When he nipped me at the juncture of my shoulder, my hands shot out unbidden, landing on his rippling chest. His body was hard and warm, and the feel of his full lips grazing my skin was making me crazy.

“Fuck,” I gasped. And I meant it as an order, not an exclamation.

He took a step forward, and I took one back. Then we repeated that dance step twice more until my backside met the ledge running across the stone wall enclosed by the shower stall. “This what you want?” he rumbled into my ear. “You want my hands on you?”

His roughened thumbs stroked the skin of my breasts just above the towel, and I gasped his name like an overeager fool. Griff still thought of me as an airhead sorority girl. And I was about to prove him right.

Griff grabbed my chin and kissed me. It was no dainty peck, either. He gripped the back of my head and took me hungrily. I opened for him immediately, because there was no point in being coy when you’ve already invited the man to feast at the table of you. Pressing against his big, solid body, I pushed my tongue into his mouth.

We were doing this. I was about to do the nasty with Griff Shipley up against a stone wall his grandfather built a hundred years ago.

“You didn’t answer me,” he grunted, startling me. “What do you want, Audrey? You want my cock?” The second he said the word, my lady parts shimmied in response.

I didn’t know if I could answer. It was one thing to have a ten-minute-stand against a wall. It was another to beg for it.

But then he eased back, waiting for my answer. And the loss of all that hungry attention? Not good. Not good at all.

“Just this once,” I whispered.

He chuckled so low and deep that I felt the vibrations through his chest. Capturing my face in two hands, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Just this once, huh?”

The glint in his eye was ten percent mocking and ninety percent heat. That ten percent irritated me. Not enough to stop him, though. Let’s not get crazy.

“Better make it memorable, then,” I said with more bravado than I felt.

His grin was so arrogant I wanted to wipe it off his face. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you now, and you can tell me some time later if it was memorable.”

At that I gave a whole body shiver. And it wasn’t because Griff parted my towel with one thick thumb and cast it aside so that I felt the sweet nighttime air everywhere.

“Mmm,” he said slowly, cupping one roughened palm under my breast. His appraising gaze was like a wall of heat, warming me on every inch of skin where it landed. “Just as good as I pictured while you were showering.” His shameless hand dipped low. He looked me straight in the eye as he dipped two thick fingers between my legs. And they slipped right where I wanted them, because I was already soaking wet and ready for him.

God, what a cheap date I was.

He threw his head back, making a low, guttural sound. “Unzip me,” he ordered.

I couldn’t obey right away, because his fingers continued to torture me. I let out a shudder first. Then my shaky hands fell to his belt. After a minute of fumbling he shoved my fingers away, yanking the belt free and unzipping himself in one go. With my prize in reach, I shoved down his jeans and boxers. I gasped as his ambitious erection sprang up to greet me. He was thick and beautiful and just what I wanted.

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