Free Loved by You by Victoria H. Smith Page B

Griffin’s attention. He stalked toward me, a clear goal in his eyes.
    Rich raised his hand to shake his. “Great job, Griff—”
    Griffin passed him, hastily mumbling a “Thanks” before grabbing me. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, taking me away, guiding me toward the door. When we were out of earshot he then whispered three words: “I want you.”

I caged her against the wall, locking her hips to it with mine. She giggled when I bit her neck, sighing as I pushed my hand between her thick thighs. Palming her sex underneath her short dress, I pressed my hardening length between the two perfect globes of her round ass, a thin layer of panties the only thing keeping me from more.
    Honestly, I didn’t know how I resisted that long. Getting my hands on her. Kissing her. I waited though. Opting to shower before I left the set, I didn’t want anyone or anything’s scent on me besides Roxie’s. I needed it, graved it like a potent drug. Besides holding her hand, I kept my hands and mouth free of her until this very moment across the threshold of our condo. She was mine in this space and I was hers. No one else’s.
    Just hers.
    I pushed her dress up over her hips, kissing her as I moved with backward steps into the kitchen. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I aimed for hers, seeking another taste. Biting down, I satisfied the need, but Roxie didn’t giggle like she had in the hallway. She moaned, so deep it shuddered throughout her entire little body, making her legs shake. Those beautiful legs.
    I wanted to see them, and I did as I turned her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. This very counter I told her I’d fuck her on and just the thought caused the word to leave my lips. I breathed it over the skin of her back; her luscious dark skin was revealed by the sundress she wore.
    She whimpered as I went lower, viewing her dress I’d gathered above her bottom. The back of those long legs extended to their fullest with me holding her at this angle, her petite toes touching the floor. She must have lost her heels on the way into the kitchen.
    “Griffin…”
    I pressed a kiss to one of those perfect globes, sliding her panties the rest of the way down her thighs. She stepped out of them and I tossed them, somewhere I didn’t know. The angle I had her at distracted me; her glistening wet sex so ready right in front of me.
    And I couldn’t resist a taste.
    Pushing a greedy tongue against her clit, I held shaking thighs apart with a firm grip. She was having difficulty keeping them open for me.
    “Fuck me,” she gasped pushing her lower lips back to my mouth.
    I’d been teasing her with my tongue. I’d admit that. But I loved how she wanted me—how she needed me. I needed her too, and if tonight’s events at the shoot said anything at all it was that. I needed her to feel my need.
    So I rose up from my knees, feeling her body along the way, her thighs, her hips. I pushed my hand up her stomach, making her stand. My hands moving to cover her breasts, I made it to her neck, settling a single kiss and she turned her head to me. Her large eyes were open, her full lips plumped and bruised from my kisses.
    Crashing my lips to hers, I wanted them plumped more. She shrieked, whimpering in surprise, and her hands ventured behind, her hands fumbling over my shirt and jeans.
    “I want to feel you please.” Her breathy words managed to turn me on more, and I did as asked.
    Reaching behind my back, I pulled my shirt off. Roxie had managed to unbuckle my pants and so the rest became easy. Kicking them off, pushing my boxers down. Now, she was the only one clothed, her dress pushed up between us.
    Getting a handful, I ripped the material down her breasts, tears sounding through the air. I wanted to apologize but I honestly couldn’t feel sorry about that. I unclasped her bra and her breasts fell free, the pert dark nipples like sweet chocolate kisses.
    Lowering, I puckered one and tasted. I had to taste. But