Pieces Of Us (Angel Sands 6)

“I will.” Autumn felt sure of it. “Just let me get this charity day over with, then I’ll let dad know I’m not selling the pier. I’ll even tell him I’m serious about Griff.”

“You should probably tell Griff that, too.” Lydia winked.

Autumn laughed. “Whatever you say.” She reached forward to hug her sister tight, breathing in the aroma of strawberry shampoo in Lydia’s flowing hair as it tickled her nose.

There was nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore. Angel Sands meant safety, and Griff meant happiness. The thought of it made her smile.

24

Autumn woke to the sensation of warm lips sliding down her back, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin at the base of her spine. It made her toes curl with delight, and her breath catch in her throat. The sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the bleached color telling her it was early in the morning, before the yellower rays had stretched their arms to wake up.

She was laying on her front. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes met Griff’s as he ran his fingers over her ass, his suntanned skin almost eclipsing the white of her flesh.

“Good morning.” He grinned lazily at her.

“Morning.” She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers down the back of her thighs, his thumbs pressing into her skin. “You’re the best alarm clock I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled. “I aim to please.” He slid his hands around until his palms were brushing her inner thighs, the tips of his fingers tickling the crease where her legs ended and her torso began. She felt herself clench at his gentle touch, then again when his thumbs feathered against the warmest part of her. She arched her back, her breasts and stomach pressed against the mattress. Griff kissed her ass, scraping his teeth against the smooth globes.

“You have the most beautiful ass,” he told her, kissing her warm skin before he slid his lips down, curling his hands around her thighs to pull them apart.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” He feathered his lips against the inside of her thigh, then pushed her legs up, until her knees were bent, her ass raised, her face still on the mattress. “And this,” he said, kissing her right where she needed him. “Is even prettier.”

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered as he brushed the very tip of his tongue against her. “Lydia is across the hall.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” There was a grin in his voice.

“I’m not sure I… oh…” She pressed her face against the pillow to stifle her groan as he dragged his finger along her crease, that teasing tongue still flicking at her as he pushed first one, then a second inside. Her legs were shaking, and he used his free hand to steady her thighs as he continued his teasing onslaught on her body.

She gripped the edges of the pillow, pressing her lips closed as pleasure began to spark like electricity inside her. “Griff,” she called out, her voice muffled.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, not letting up on the rhythm. “I’ve got you.”

With her trembling body still kneeling on the bed, she felt Griff pull at her thighs until they were wider, then the hardness of his own legs as they pressed against her.

Something else was hard, too. Like steel cased in velvet. She covered her mouth with her hand as he pushed inside her, pleasure flickering and coiling as he slowly slid in and out. His hands reached around to grab her hips so he could move her the way he wanted.

He was overwhelming in every way. Leaning forward until his hard abdomen pressed against her spine, he pressed his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin, setting every part of her on fire.

The sparks danced, touched, then exploded inside of her, a kaleidoscope of colors igniting behind her closed eyes. Griff slid his hand between her face and the pillow, still grinding against her as he gently cupped her chin and turned her head to brush his lips against hers.

She was breathless, still riding the pleasure his body had brought her. He kissed her hard, her body rocking on the bed, the grinding of his hips making the pleasure dance and hiss all over her. Then he was coming, his body freezing as his fingers held her body tight against him, the lowest of moans escaping his lips as he spilled inside her.

And when it was over, he rolled to his back, lifting her until her body was curled into his, his hands brushing the hair from her face as he showered her with kisses.

“If you wake me up like that every morning, I’m never going to want to leave your apartment,” she whispered into his chest.

“That was the plan.” He pressed his lips against her hair. “I’m glad it’s working.”

* * *

“This place looks amazing,” Lydia said as she walked onto the pier. Autumn had been there all morning – after she’d somehow managed to peel herself away from Griff’s body and staggered into the shower. Her body still tingled at the memory of his touch.

“I can’t believe you’ve gotten so much done in a couple of hours.” Lydia grinned with delight as she looked around.

Autumn looked at her watch. It was twelve-thirty.