Desire in Lingerie (Lingerie 7)

Bones reached his truck and unlocked the passenger door.

I wasn’t going to make it. “Griffin!”

He stilled at the sound of his name, his hand pausing as it gripped the door handle. The woman looked at him, watching his confused expression.

I kept running, getting closer. “Wait. Please wait.”

He turned around and stared at me, his blue eyes guarded with uncertainty. He didn’t seem happy to see me, just confused by my figure running down the sidewalk away from the club. “Give me a second.” He left his date against the truck and walked toward me, his broad shoulders wide and powerful. The hostility wafted from him, the steam from his anger rising. “What?”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to do. I wanted him to lift me into his arms and pull me against his chest, just the way he did when I’d walked home drunk. I wanted him to kiss my hairline and call me baby.

“What?” he repeated. “Did you want something, Vanessa? Because I’m in the middle of something right now.”

The tears still bubbled in my eyes. “I don’t want you to be with her.”

“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “You told me to stay out of your personal life. That goes both ways—stay out of mine.”

“I want to be with you…I want it to be us. I’ve changed my mind.”

He shifted his weight slightly, his eyes narrowing even more. “Don’t pull that shit with me unless you mean it. Don’t say you’re in this, then leave me in the morning. You’re either with me completely, or you’re not. Which is it?”

Tears fell down my cheeks. “I’m with you—always.”

That must have been the reassurance he needed, because he stormed toward me and gripped my cheeks with his hands. He kissed me hard on the mouth, claiming me with his lips even though his date stood next to his truck. He kissed me the way he used to, but even harder than before.

I dropped my heels on the ground and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his warmth surround me and chase away the cold. I stood on the top of my tiptoes so I could take his mouth, feel his stubble brush against my cheek. “Take me home.”

Bones carried me across the living room, my legs wrapped around his waist and my dress bunched up around my stomach. His large hands gripped the back of my thighs and my ass, holding my waist against his hard stomach.

My arms were circled around his neck, and I kissed him with desperation, needing this man more than I ever did before. Tears continued to escape because having him back hurt as much as it did when I lost him. Maybe this decision would make my life more difficult later on, but I’d finally accepted my fate. I didn’t want him to go home with someone else. I only wanted him to go home with me.

He carried me into my bedroom then moved his knees to the mattress. He used one hand to lower himself to the bed, while the other held me around the waist. He gently placed me underneath him and stepped between my legs, his jeans and t-shirt still on.

I pulled his shirt over his head and immediately went back to kissing him, my hands sliding across his hard chest. My fingers snaked up the back of his neck and into his hair, feeling the short strands I used to fist every night. His cologne wrapped around me, and I’d finally returned to the bubble of warmth I’d missed so much.

He peeled off my dress, yanking it over my hips and stretching it out carelessly.

I didn’t care about that dress anyway. He could rip the damn thing.

My panties came next, my black thong disappearing down my long legs.

I unbuttoned his black jeans and pushed them down, revealing his thick and long cock. I’d missed it so much. It was so much better than my fingers. “Yes…” My legs circled his powerful torso, and my thighs gripped his waist.

His arms flexed as he held himself on top of me, the swollen muscles and corded veins sexy. His frosty blue eyes were as beautiful as ever, focused intensely on me. He looked at me in a way he never looked at that other woman. She was just a piece of ass, but I was the one woman he really wanted.

He pushed down on the shaft of his cock and pointed his swollen tip at my entrance. His smooth crown rubbed against my flesh, gathering the moisture that seeped from my opening. He slathered himself in my arousal, a deep moan coming from the back of his throat.

My nails clawed into his chest on the way down toward his stomach. My pussy clenched when I felt him try to pierce me, my nipples hardening until they ached. He was teasing me, making my lips tremble because I wanted to beg.