The burning heat in Griffin’s eyes lit me from the inside out. Never in my life had I felt more desired than in this moment. Wanted for my body and mind, my heart and soul. My hands went to the button on Griffin’s jeans, popping it open and pulling down the zipper. I let out a strangled sound as my hand met the rigid line of him. I took him in my palm, and Griffin let out a groan. “You keep doing that, and we aren’t going to get to have any fun.”

I grinned. “This seems pretty fun to me.”

“You don’t know the meaning of the word.” Griffin froze. “Shit.”

I released my hold on him, looking up. “What?”

“I don’t have any condoms.” His gaze swept over my face. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

My stomach flipped. “I haven’t either. And I’m on the pill.”

He trailed a finger down my neck, hooking it in my sundress’s strap and pulling it down. “Can I take you bare? Feel every inch of you?”

I shivered. “Yes.”

Suddenly, my dress was in a pool at my feet, and Griffin’s eyes flared. “No bra?”

My cheeks heated. “Can’t really wear one with this dress.”

His fingers hooked in the sides of my panties, and he slowly pulled them down my legs, each millimeter stoking the flame that had been lit in me. He lifted one leg and then the other, his eyes focused solely on the apex of my thighs. His thumb stroked my folds. “Shouldn’t be surprised you’re beautiful here, too.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

Griffin looked up at me through hooded eyes. “What do you need?”

“You.” It was such a simple answer, but it was the only truth I had. I needed to feel him moving in me. To have him sear his essence into my bones so I’d never lose him.

Griffin pushed to his feet, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his pants. He was in front of me in a flash, moving me back towards the bed. “You have me.”

“Prove it.”

As Griffin lowered me to the bed, I trembled. Not out of fear or nerves but because I knew this moment would change everything. I raised my knees, hooking my legs around him. His tip bumped against my entrance, but he stopped there, staring into my eyes.

Then, without a word, he slid inside, showing me everything I needed to know without another sound. In the gentle sweep of his rough fingers across my nipples. In the trail of his tongue down the column of my throat. In the slow, steady build of his thrusts.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he drove deeper. Griffin stilled. “You okay?”

“More. Please.”