The only saving grace was that her week was busy leading up to her departure—with a speech tonight, dinner with her sister tomorrow night, and a practice demonstration scene with Griffin on Thursday night—a practice for her first public demonstration since they’d gotten back together. And since she’d lost her arm. Putting herself out there like that was one thing—exciting but also nerve-wracking, but doing it when she knew people would be looking at her prosthetic was adding another layer of anxiety to what she was already feeling about facing George’s mom.
Still, she was determined to do it. For Griffin. And for herself—because she wanted to feel strong and confident again. Just once.
Griffin’s arm squeezed around her belly, pulling her in tight against his waking cock. “What are you thinking about so hard over there?” he said in a sexy, graveled voice.
Kenna chuckled. “How busy this week is going to be,” she said softly. The truth, even if it wasn’t the whole of it.
“If by busy you don’t mean spending every day in my arms and my rope, I protest,” he said, kissing the back of her neck.
She peered over her shoulder at him. “I wish.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Well, lucky you, I specialize in making those particular dreams come true.”
Laughing, Kenna shook her head. “I know you do, Sir.”
“Mmm. Call me Sir one more time.” He kissed the muscle that connected her neck to her shoulder, and then he bit her there.
Kenna moaned and writhed, loving bites on her neck and shoulders, which the sexy bastard knew. “Yes, Sir.”
She quickly found herself face down on the bed, restrained by his weight as he laid himself on top of her and took her from behind. Hard and fast and so damn good.
Griffin came with a shout that beckoned her own orgasm, and then they laid together, sweaty and sated.
“Damn, baby,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“You don’t hear me complaining,” she said, smiling.
He chuckled. “No I don’t.” He helped her up from the mattress and pulled her into his arms. “Shower with me?”
Kenna nodded, loving the way he always wanted to take care of her. Loving so much about him.
He warmed the water and then guided her in, letting her have the best place under the falling stream. “Remind me what’s on your schedule.”
As she washed her hair with one hand—something she’d gotten pretty good at—and he washed her body, she detailed her week.
“Hmm,” he said. “This week is going to send me into withdraw.”
Kenna chuckled, but she felt the same way. And then she had a thought—one that was maybe scary and crazy, given how little time had passed since they’d gotten back together again. But that didn’t stop the suggestion from spilling from her lips. “You could come to dinner with me and my sister tomorrow night. If you want?”
His dark eyes flashed to hers. “Really? I’d love that. I’d really like to meet her.”
Satisfaction rolled through her at his genuine enthusiasm. Everything about Griffin’s behavior and words these past weeks had indicated that he was in this for good this time. For keeps. And that both lifted her up and tugged on all those nagging, lingering threads of guilt inside her. “Good. It’s a date.” She rinsed off her body and traded him places.
“You know what I was going to ask?” he said, a sheepishness about him that made her curious. He ducked his head under the spray. Her shower was much smaller than his, and he barely fit in it. But they hadn’t spent much time at his place yet, in part because they’d fallen into a routine of coming here, and in part because Kenna was a little worried that there were too many memories of the old them at his place to confront. At least just yet.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I was going to ask if I could come to your event tonight? To hear you speak.” He wiped water from his eyes and nailed her with a stare.
“Oh. Really?” Her belly went on a little loop-to-loop. Tonight’s talk was at wounded veterans’ organizational dinner in D.C., but bringing Griffin shouldn’t pose a problem.