Barely Breathing (4 page)

His cock ached. Maybe some mindless movie would help him put
his thoughts on something other than grabbing Honor and taking her to his bed.
He sighed as he adjusted his position to accommodate the hard-on that didn’t
seem to want to deflate. It was going to be a long night.

She’d found it. Holy shit. It all made sense now. She yawned
and stretched then shut her laptop down and stowed it back in her bag. Her back
ached and her neck had a kink in it. The quiet filled her ears and she glanced
around. She could just see the top of Griff’s head by the arm of the couch. She
stood up, stretching and almost fell over in her shoes. Hell, she’d been so
consumed with finding answers she’d left them on.

She kicked them off, flexing her toes and curling them into
the carpet as she walked over to the couch. He was asleep. He looked so
peaceful and content. She just wanted to wrap around him and find a few hours
of sleep herself. What time was it anyway? She glanced around but didn’t see a
clock on the wall anywhere. She blinked a few times and tried to smother a
yawn. Or maybe she was just too tired to focus on finding one.

She reached out to trail a finger down his check and found
herself grabbed and rolled under him on the couch. She had just enough time to
gasp before his mouth took hers in a kiss that seared her from head to toe. Her
nipples ached, becoming stiff points that rubbed against the lace of her
strapless bra. Her belly contracted and her pussy grew damp with desire. It had
been too long since she’d been with a man. Way too long.

“It has to be morning,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Morning. It has to be morning by now.”

“God, I hope not. I could use a few hours of sleep before
heading in to see Mr. Madigan.”

She watched Griff lift his arm and look at his watch. “One.”
He glanced down at her and a slow grin spread across his face. The hand at her
hip continued to rub and squeeze and she was pretty certain he was using it to
pull up her dress. “So how about today?”

“Today?” She was starting to feel like a parrot. “What about
today?”

“You said we were going to have sex and it would be
incredible. But it wouldn’t be last night. It’s not. It’s morning. And you woke
me from the most erotic dream I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” She smiled. He was entirely too cute.

“One in which you played a starring role.”

“Dreaming about me already?” No way was she sharing the fact
she’d had a few dreams about him since she’d compiled her file on him and seen
the wet dream he looked like.

“God, yes. And you were so much better than good.”

She leaned up and nipped his jaw before licking her tongue
over it. He lowered into her and she worked her way up to his ear. “I would be
much better than good. When it happens, I will rock every inch of your world.
But I really need sleep right now, Griff. Sleep.”

He sighed. She could feel his cock, long and hard against
her, and she felt a twinge of pain for leaving him high and dry. She could give
him something else. A hand job or blowjob. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Not
her first time with Griff. Especially if it turned out to be her only time with
Griff.

“How about this? We go get out of these clothes and into
something to sleep in and I’ll share your bed tonight. No sex.” She reiterated
when his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “But if you like to cuddle, I’ll
let you spoon me.”

He heaved a sigh but smiled nonetheless. “Sounds like a
plan.”

He rose off her and held his hand out to help her up. It was
nice to be with a guy she had to look up to. And he didn’t seem turned off or
disgusted by her height. In fact, it didn’t seem to bother him at all. He
reached down and picked up her duffle bag with his other hand and tugged her
down a hall to what was his bedroom.

He didn’t turn a light on, just nudged the door open and she
could see a night light or dimmer had been left on in his bathroom.

“You have a night light?”

Griff laughed and she felt it wrap around her, caressing her
nipples and clit and making them ache with need.

“I knew I’d be out late. The lights are too bright in here.
So I always set the dimmer in the bathroom.”

She nodded. He pushed the door open and sat her bag inside.
“Go ahead and use this one. I’ll head to the one down the hall.”

She stood for a moment, just catching her breath after he
left. What was she thinking? She had people after her. People with a vendetta
against her dad and, just possibly, the means to get to her and kill her.
Knowledge was power though, and she had it now. She knew who they were, why
they were after her. And she had Mr. Madigan. She believed he would do all in
his power to keep her safe. But would it be enough?

She looked in the mirror and kept watching as she tugged the
zipper down and let her dress fall to the floor. Her breasts were cupped and
lifted in her strapless bra. She could see how hard her nipples were, feel the
ache as they rubbed with every movement she made against the lace cup of her
bra. Her panties were low on her hips, a swath of lace that matched her bra.

She looked good. Maybe it was a good thing she’d met Griff
when she was cleaned up and looking utterly feminine. He wanted her. The lust
in his eyes every time he looked at her had her heart beating fast and
butterflies nesting in her tummy. She wanted him too. So what was she doing?
She was going to share his bed and only cuddle? Maybe the clothes had gone to
her fucking head. She wasn’t normally a cuddle-me type. She was a rough, hard
fuck with lots of moaning and groaning kind of girl.

And what if she didn’t make it? What if the worst happened
and she died? She’d never know what it would feel like to have him between her
thighs, filling her with his cock and fucking her until neither of them wanted
to move. She wanted to experience that. She needed it. Maybe Vince had hurt
something inside her with his manipulation of her. He hadn’t wanted her, only
wanted to use her. But Griff wanted her, and she needed to feel wanted.

She spent the next few minutes freshening up but left her
lacy bits on. She’d heard him enter the bedroom, knew he was already there, on
the other side of the door. It was now or never. She left the bathroom light
on, only dimming it down before pushing the door open and stepping into the
doorway.

She heard him catch his breath, the creak of the bed as he
moved. Then he was there, in front of her and his eyes were devouring her. His
chest was bare and she loved the solid shape of it, so broad and muscular. He
had the sexiest arms she’d ever seen on a man, and she’d seen her fair share.
He wore a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the length and width of
his excitement. Now she was the one catching her breath and panting for air.

“Either you have a really wicked sense of humor and feel
like torturing me by only wanting me to hold you in this outfit, or you’ve
changed your mind.” His eyes were hot with desire, with lust. For her. All for
her. “Please, God, tell me you’ve changed your mind.”

She wanted to laugh but didn’t have the air. She had little
doubt he’d just hold her if that was what she wanted. He was that type of guy.
The one you always prayed you’d find. Most would desire to keep him. She
couldn’t lie, in another life she would have been one of them. But she wasn’t a
forever kind of girl. Hell, she wasn’t sure of much right now, except her need
for him and the desire to feel. Just to feel.

“I want you.”

“Thank you, Jesus.” He scooped her up and she wrapped her
arms around his neck to hold on. She wasn’t exactly dainty but he held her as
if she were.

He laid her on the bed and came over her, taking her mouth
and devouring her. His hands were everywhere. Her bra was there and then it
wasn’t. All she felt was the rub of his chest against her hard nipples and the
groan as he moved from her lips to slide his tongue down her throat.

“Yes,” she moaned as he moved lower until he parted his lips
over one nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She arched her back up off
the bed, pressing more of her breast into him and he took it all. One hand
teased her other nipple while his free hand slid lower to grasp her hip.

He used his entire mouth. Dancing tongue, wicked teeth and
soft lips that wrapped her in perfect suction. He ate her. Licked her. Sucked
and nipped until she swore she could feel an orgasm rising inside her. She’d
always preferred to come with penetration of some kind. A finger, a toy, a
cock. She craved the slide and thrust inside when she got off. At bare minimum,
she wanted some clitoral stimulation to send her over the edge, but he wasn’t
even touching her pussy. Still it spasmed and creamed as orgasm slammed into
her.

She came with a harsh cry and one leg lifted to wrap over
the top of his as she rocked up into his muscled abs. She rubbed against him,
riding her clit on his flesh and milking the orgasm of every ounce of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she panted as she gasped for air.

“Not yet.”

She’d expected him to strip them both and shove inside her.
Wasn’t that what most men wanted? They got the girl excited and then thrust
their cocks until they found their pleasure. If the girl came, all the better.
Hell, Griff had already gotten her off. But he made no move to fuck her. He
just slid lower until his mouth was over her pussy and she could feel his
breath through her panties.

“What are you doing?” He couldn’t be doing what she thought
he was. He’d already made her come. She was primed and ready to go. He placed a
hot kiss against the gusset of her panties and had her squirming.

“I’m going to eat every inch of you just like I said I
would.”

He wasn’t actually… Oh, god, he was. She almost screamed as
she felt him pull the crotch of her panties aside and felt the hot slide of his
tongue over her pussy lips. The man knew how to make a woman thrash with
pleasure.

“Griff.” She cried his name, reaching down to fist one hand
in his hair. So thick and long. She loved his hair.

He tasted her as if she was a favored treat. His tongue
traced the seam of her sex before bumping against her clit and then flicking
and lapping over the distended bud. The fingers holding her panties to the side
slid over and one plunged deep into her wet pussy. Her hips thrust up off the
bed and the fist in his hair was pulling his face closer against her cunt.

He didn’t disappoint and, somehow, she doubted he ever would
in the bedroom, or whatever room he chose to take a woman in. Within seconds
she was back on the bladed edge with orgasm hovering. She was moaning and
panting, riding his face. Begging. She was begging him to lick her, to suck
her, to get her off. And he did. The man was a god.

She heard the rip of material and felt her panties being
pulled off but was too wrapped in the heat of her second orgasm to care. She
felt him against her thigh and realized at some point he had managed to snag a
condom and put it on. She was glad one of them was still thinking. Her brain
was already mush from the overload of pleasure. He nudged the opening of her
pussy with the broad head of his cock and then he was sinking into her.

She lifted her legs to grip his hips and her hands clasped
his shoulders. He looked down at her and she could see the pleasure on his face
as he sank his cock balls-deep into her. He held still for a moment, his eyes
on her face. She could see her juice on his lips and without thought lifted up
to glide her tongue over his bottom lip for a taste.

He groaned and took her mouth, possessing it in every sense
of the word. The kiss seemed to unleash him and as he consumed her lips and
tongue, his cock plunged and fucked her hard and fast. She clung to him, only
breaking from his kiss long enough to gasp in oxygen before returning for more.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her heels into his hips and she rose from the
mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust.

This was want, need, desire. This was what it meant to fuck
and feel alive. His eyes were on her, and there was no doubt he was firmly
entrenched in the here and now of this moment with her.

“Griff,” she panted his name.

“So fucking good, Honor. I’ve never felt anyone as
incredible as you.” He spoke her name, and hearing it on his lips, knowing he
thought only of her and pleasure had her cresting the wave of an unbelievable
third orgasm.

The muscles in her body tightened, constricted as she fought
the pleasure, unsure she could handle it again. Griff’s hard groan and stiff
body joined her and then they both seemed to fly. She leaned up and bit into
his chest to keep from screaming the apartment down. He muffled his yell in the
pillow beneath her head. And they clung, shaking as they slowly came down from
the orgasmic high.

Never. She’d never had sex like this before. He’d given her
two orgasms before he even put his cock in her. He’d used his mouth on her and
seemed to enjoy it. Then he’d fucked her like he couldn’t get enough. She’d
never had pleasure like this before. She hoped he’d want to do this again.
She’d take what she could get while she was here. If she died, well, at least
she’d had this before going. And if she survived, he’d fill every dream for the
rest of her life once she moved on and found a new home.

I could fall in love with him
, she thought as she
drifted into sleep, never even realizing she whispered the words out loud.

* * * * *

Griff knew the moment she was sound asleep. He could hear
the change in her breathing. It startled him she could fall asleep so easily,
with his cock still softening inside her. But his heart, which had been slowly
returning to a normal tempo, was now thumping a staccato beat in his chest. Had
she said what he thought? Or was he hearing things?

He swore she’d said she could fall in love with him. But
that couldn’t be right. Could it? He wasn’t sure how he felt about her or the
words. He liked her. Hell, he’d never had sex so good in his life. He could
already feel the bruise forming on his chest where she’d bit him to keep from
screaming. Her bite had been sexy as hell.