CHAPTER 15

GRIFFON

My hands find Mia’s waist as if I already have a map of her body. Her kiss is urgent and exploratory. Instinctively, I step forward, trying to take control of the situation.

But with how she’s gripping me, I can tell Mia is hungry, and right now, I’m ready to give her anything she wants. So I drop my hands from her waist and grip the counter on either side of her, giving her free rein to take whatever her body is telling her it needs. And by the way, she moans in compliance, I wonder if she’s ever been with anyone who has let her take control.

She’s strong; her arms wrap around the back of my neck as her tongue forces my lips to part. As I slip inside and a whimper escapes between her lips, I can’t help myself—I let go of the counter, reach down, and grab a handful of her ass before picking her up in one smooth motion. Mia’s legs immediately wrapped around my waist as I set her down on the edge of the countertop.

We’re still lost in each other's mouths; this kiss is not soft and sweet. It’s demanding, rough, and passionate. When I finally pull away, my lips practically burn with desire, and the sound that escapes Mia’s lips makes me regret ever stopping. But my hands find her thighs, and reluctantly, I force myself to push back to give us some space.

Both of our chests are heaving, and the only sound is our heavy breathing in the air surrounding us. I can already see the shine on Mia’s face, telling me she feels the same way I do.

The tip of my tongue barely grazes my lips before I finally speak up, “You gotta tell me what you want, Mia.”

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