Firefighter Griffin (Fire & Rescue Shifters 3)

“Griff!” she cried out, as powerful waves of pleasure shook her. He didn?

?t stop, his tongue still circling and teasing as her thighs shuddered and her breath came in helpless gasps. He entered her with two strong fingers, and she clenched around him, throwing back her head. “Griff!”

He straightened at last, bracing himself against the tabletop, one hand on each side of her hips. His own breath came in ragged pants, but a devilish, satisfied smile curved his lips. He kissed her again, long and slow and lingering.

“You were right,” he said, pulling back a little. “That does help.”

Hayley hooked her fingers through his belt loops as he started to push away. “Don’t you dare. You haven’t taken all of your medicine yet.”

Even despite the lingering flutters of pleasure, she was still wet and eager, needing more. She fumbled with his fly, releasing his cock. She caught her breath at the sight—so thick and full, the broad, glistening head straining toward her.

Griff groaned as she ran her fingers over him, thrusting forward a little with his hips in an involuntary, jerking motion. “Hayley…are you sure?”

“Yes. God, yes.” She needed him inside her, now—

She stopped abruptly. “Fudge.” Long habit made her substitute the swearword, even at a moment like this. “I don’t have condoms.”

Griff shot her a sideways, gleaming look. “Will you think terribly of me if I happen to pull one out of my wallet?”

In answer, she grabbed his head, drawing him down for a deep, devouring kiss. Releasing him again, she leaned back on her elbows, waiting impatiently as he efficiently sheathed himself.

“Ah…” Despite his rock-hard, eager cock and the animal hunger in his eyes, Griff hesitated. He sheepishly gestured at his left leg, then at a chair. “Do you mind if we…?”

“Any way you want,” Hayley gasped, wiggling off the table. “Seated. Backwards. Upside down. Just now, Griff!”

Griff laughed, a deep, delighted growl at her eagerness. Seizing her hips, he guided her down with him as he sat, once more pulling her onto his lap…but this time, there were no clothes between them.

Hayley arched her back as at last, at last he slid into her. His thick girth stretched her deliciously wide. Her inner walls clenched, the friction of his cock along her most sensitive areas nearly pushing her over the edge with his first thrust.

He snarled, arching up against her for a moment as though fighting for control—then his fingers dug into her hips as he surrendered himself to her, pounding into her with unrestrained need.

Hayley wrapped her legs around his torso, grinding to match every thrust. His powerful arms flexed, lifting her so that she slid intoxicatingly against his full length with every stroke. A last intense wave built within her, as unstoppable as a tsunami.

She covered his mouth with hers as he arched up into her one final time, muffling both their cries of ecstasy as they came together. For a timeless moment, he filled her utterly, body and soul. Together, they were complete.

Hayley collapsed against Griff’s shoulder. For a long moment, all she could do was lie there, languid and wrung-out. His chest heaved below her, gradually slowing.

It had been so long since she’d last had sex, her memory was a little hazy…but she was pretty certain it had never, ever been like that before.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” she mumbled into his neck. “But I certainly feel better.” She felt as relaxed and glowing as if she’d just spent a week on a beach in the Bahamas.

Griff’s soft, low chuckle rumbled in her ear like a cat purring. He traced a lingering, gentle caress down her spine. “I’ve never felt so well in my entire life.”

“Good.” Reluctantly, Hayley pushed herself up off him, sitting upright. Suddenly a little self-conscious about how disheveled she must appear, she tugged her tunic back up to cover her overspilling breasts.

Harsh kitchen lighting, and I’m not even wearing my good bra! What I must look like-

“Hayley.” Griff caught her wrist, bringing it up to his lips. He inhaled deeply, his eyes half-closing in rapture, then pressed a gentle kiss to the delicate skin. His other hand skimmed the curves of her waist and hips, lightly, reverently. “You look beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful.”

The simple sincerity in his tone chased away her insecurity. “How do you do that?” Hayley asked as she scooted off his lap so he could deal with the condom. Away from his intoxicating heat, gooseflesh rose on her bare legs. She retrieved her panties and leggings. “Always know the right thing to say. It’s like you know what I’m thinking.”

“I do, somewhat,” Griff said absently as he zipped himself back up. “I’m good at reading people, thanks to my eagle.” He dropped the condom into the garbage. “My mother’s clan are white-tailed sea eagles, renowned for our uncanny perception. Olar sùil na grèine, we’re called in Gaelic.”

Hayley’s toes curled at the rolling, beautiful words. She’d always been a sucker for a gorgeous accent. “What does that mean?”

“‘Eagle of the sun’s eye’.” He pointed at his own bright eyes, winking at her. “When you can spot a fish swimming underwater from ten thousand feet up in the sky, noticing tiny tells in the body language of someone within arm’s reach isn’t hard. I can spot when people are lying, or trying to hide something. And now you’re getting nervous about that. But you’re also reassuring yourself that you don’t have anything to hide anyway, so it doesn’t matter that I can read you like this. And now you’re starting to get just a wee bit annoyed with me-”

“Griff!” Hayley took a mock-swing at him, which he avoided easily, laughing. “Stop that!”