Immortal Desire by Denise Tompkins Read Free Book Online Page B

The mattress dipped as he crawled up. “What do you need?”
    She didn’t think before answering. “You.”
    Griff froze. “What do you need from me?”
    It was so clear, this distance he kept between them. Boundaries. Seemingly unbreakable boundaries. He continued to redefine them with hard lines and harder words every time she exposed any emotional vulnerability. How could she explain that it wasn’t just his body she was interested in? Bodies were a dime a dozen on the dance floor. But he, he was different.
    Her eyes fluttered closed. Screw it. “Just you, Griff.”
    Instead of words, his response came in the form of hot lips moving over the sensitive skin inside her knee. Heated breath blew over the path his tactile tongue traced. Progress took him up the inside of her thigh.
    A shuddering sigh escaped her when his mouth reached her core. “That’ll work just fine.”
    He chuckled. “It’s somewhere to start anyway. We haven’t been able to really enjoy the dance until now.”
    Foreplay. They hadn’t had that luxury tonight. As bad as she was hurting now, she didn’t know how long she’d last. Anything was better than nothing, though.
    He traced the juncture of her thighs, exploring and tasting. Then he flicked her clit.
    Her hips rocked forward at the same time she cried out.
    Griff wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her in place. “You’re so prime, baby.” He nibbled, licked and sucked until she pled for release.
    Bowing off the bed, she blindly reached for his head and wound her fingers through his hair. She ground against his mouth as he worked her. His tongue delved deep before moving up to lazily circle that bundle of nerves. A deft pull from his lips would send her over the edge. She moved beneath his hands, encouraging, guiding, silently pleading.
    He slid a finger inside her and crooked it, stroking her G-spot with deft movements.
    Bailey bit her lip to silence her cries. Pleasure built in intense waves, pulsing through her with every heartbeat. She let go of his hair to fist the sheets. The pressure in her pelvis was too much. “Griff.” His name was an invocation uttered with raw desperation.
    Then he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked.
    Silence be damned. She screamed as the orgasm crashed through her. Control lost, she reveled in the almost electric shocks that traveled through her body as his teeth grazed the tiny bud, the way his heavy breaths skated across skin slicked with arousal, how thoroughly she fractured in his embrace.
    Safe. She was safe here in his arms. He wouldn’t let her die.
    Bailey lay boneless as Griff brought her down from the precipice. The pain wasn’t completely resolved, but she also wasn’t as desperate as she’d been. Momentarily sated, she smiled when he prowled up her body and paused over her.
    He arched a brow. “Better?”
    She considered his face. His studied indifference was too perfect. There was something behind the facade, something he didn’t want her to see. The longer she stared, the more aloof his gaze grew.
    “You’re thinking too hard, Bailey.”
    She lifted one shoulder. The urge to pull the traditional female “What are you thinking?” thing ate at her. No way was she that woman—never had been, never would be. Still, she wanted him to see her as more than this, this approximation of a bed partner caught between obligation and desire.
    “Would you have ever chosen me?” The blurted question was out and irretrievable before she had the chance to stop herself. Great. I’m like an emotional Taser. Take him down with one shot , sit on his chest while he pisses himself and then ask the hard questions while he’s scrambled. Her impulse-driven, emotionally needy, come-across-as-desperate-why-don’t-you speech center should be surgically removed.
    He looked away. Rolling to his side, he grabbed the remote for the room’s lights and absently draped one heavy leg across her nearest thigh. “The pain any