A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [60]
“Griffin!”
She screamed his name and tilted her pelvis up and he was there, tangling his tongue inside of her, lapping her up with fervor. When he felt her body go limp, he pulled back to remove his pants and briefs completely.
And then he was back, easing his body between her legs and sliding himself inside of her, groaning in primitive pleasure while doing so. He pressed forward until he reached the hilt and only then did he let his body go still to take pleasure in the feel of her inner muscles convulsing around him while trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Evidently she held his pleasure in high esteem because he felt her making a bold attempt to extract everything out of him, and almost too late he thought of something and looked down at her. “Please tell me you’re on the Pill.”
He saw the way her lips curled into a heated smile. “Please tell me you’re safe.”
He chuckled. “Fine time to want to know such things and, yes, I’m safe.”
“So am I. And yes, I’m on the Pill.”
That’s all he needed to know. He began thrusting into her as if he didn’t expect to be alive tomorrow and this was his last opportunity to make love with a woman. So he did, with deep, concentrated strokes. He was like a crazy man who couldn’t get enough of her. Then he lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth, and had her whimpering his name when he began sucking on it.
When he felt her explode, heard her cry out his name, felt the way her muscles were pulling everything out of him, he bucked and felt his release as it shot right to her womb.
“April…”
He moaned her name in relentless pleasure while cupping her hips, raising them to meet his every thrust. A fierce rush of need ripped through him as he continued driving his hardness into her. She didn’t know it yet but she belonged to him. And as he continued to explode inside of her he knew if she didn’t get that point this time around, she would the next.
April slowly opened her eyes and blinked in amazement. Had she just done four hours of nonstop lovemaking? No, it couldn’t be true. But when she shifted and felt the soreness of her body she was convinced that it was.
She turned her head and saw that Griffin’s half of the bed was empty. Had he gotten what he wanted from her and hauled ass like a thief in the night? She wasn’t sure just how she felt about that. A part of her was elated that she had finally shared a bed with the man she loved, but the thought that it had only been a one-night stand stung. But then, what had she expected? Probably the only emotion that had ruled his mind and body last night was lust. Although she knew it, had known it from the start, she couldn’t stop her heart from breaking.
“I was wondering how long you were going to sleep. I apologize for keeping you up most of the night.”
She drew in a sharp breath and moved her gaze upward. Griffin was standing beside the bed, looming over her. Where had he come from? She shifted to sit up, felt the tenderness in her thighs, breasts and the juncture of her legs and thought better of it. “I thought you had gone.”
He lifted a brow. “Gone where?”
She shrugged her naked shoulders. “Left.”
He smiled and sat on the bed to face her. “I was sitting over in the chair, watching you sleep. You actually thought I would make love to you like I did last night and then skip out this morning?”
“Yes.”
He reached out and gently caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. “That tells me that you truly don’t know me very well.”
I know you well enough to know you’ve always had my heart, she thought, but she knew they were words she would never get the chance to say. “I guess not.”
“Then I’m going to have to remedy that, starting now.”
He lowered his mouth over hers, absorbing her gasp of surprise and pleasure. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth and then he began mating his tongue with hers in a way he’d done all through the night. She knew from the past four hours he was a skillful lover and she didn’t regret