Pieces Of Us (Angel Sands 6)

Griff ripped open the packet, sliding it slowly on. Then he lifted her onto his lap, her thighs straddling him the same way she had on the sofa, the tip of him sliding against her wetness.

He bent his head to kiss her, his lips warm and soft, making her feel needier than ever. Her limbs felt languid, almost boneless as he cupped her behind, lifting her up to center himself, before slowly pushing inside her.

“Ohhh…”

“You feel so damn good,” he growled. He pulled out, before filling her up again. “Put your hands around my neck, baby.”

She did as she was told, hooking her hands together, and he balanced her with one hand. With the other he reached down between them, pressing his thumb against her. She was like the driest of tinder, just waiting for that spark, exploding around him at the faintest of touches. He followed her into oblivion, stilling beneath her as he let out a long, low groan, holding her soft body against his hard muscles until the pulsing inside her stopped.

* * *

Autumn was asleep in his arms, her back pressed into his chest, her sweet ass nestled against his thighs. Griff brushed his lips against her ear, and smiled as she murmured something intelligible in her sleep.

God, she was sexy. Not in an obvious way like some women he’d dated. It was in her confidence, her intelligence, and the way she met his eyes every time they spoke to each other.

When he’d gotten up this morning he’d never expected today to end like this, with her naked in his arms. And yet there was something so inevitable about it. As though it was destined to happen from the moment he’d set eyes on her, walking down the pier in those damn sexy shoes.

It would be so easy to lay here all night, to wake her up in the morning for a little more loving, then cook her breakfast before walking to work together.

I’m not looking for anything serious.

That was what she’d said. And she was right. He couldn’t offer her anything serious, even if he wanted to. He was a fuck up at relationships, his track record spoke to that. It was better for them both to keep this as fun.

And fun meant getting his things and going home before he got too used to her warm softness against him.

Griff pressed his lips against her temple. “Autumn.”

She let out a soft sigh and turned, nestling her head against his chest. He fought against the urge to wrap his arms around her and let himself fall asleep.

“Baby?”

Her eyelids flickered, then slowly opened. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but as soon as they caught his, her lips curled into a smile. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey.” He smiled back at her. “I’m going to head on home.” He gently released her, then rolled over to grab his shorts, pulling them over his thick thighs.

She blinked, the smile slipping. “Of course.” She propped herself up on her elbows, the sheet barely covering her chest. “Let me get some clothes on. I’ll see you out.”

“You stay there. You look cozy.” He winked at her. “I’ll make sure nobody’s watching when I leave.”

Her cheeks were pink from sleep. God, she was adorable. “Okay.”

“Thanks for a great evening. And for the steak.” He pulled his shirt on. “I had a good time.”

“I did, too.” She licked her bottom lip, her eyes following his every move.

He pulled his jeans on, then his socks and shoes, before he leaned over to press his lips against hers. God, she tasted good. Too good. He wanted to strip everything back off and start all over again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the pier,” she said, a strange expression on her face.

“That you will.” Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Sleep tight, beautiful.”

“You too. Thank you for…” She gave a little chuckle. “For everything.”

It only took a moment for him to reach the front door. Another for him to pull it open and step outside. He closed it gently, checking to make sure it was locked behind him, then he breathed in a lungful of air and headed down the beach toward his condo building.

He didn’t want anything serious. And neither did she. So why did it feel so damn hard to walk away from her?

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