Free Somethin' Dirty: Country Fever, Book 4 by Em Petrova Page A

most sumptuous treat.
    Small squeaks emitted from her. If Molly were here she’d stand in the corner clapping with glee. Nola was female after all! I shouldn’t give in to him. I don’t need a lover when I’m leaving Reedy. And he’s my boss.
    Griffin raised his head and their gazes locked. In that moment, a thousand sentiments zapped between them. Her emotions somersaulted and she lost her grip on them.
    “Yes,” she whispered, gritty.
    “Damn straight,” he growled. In a fluid motion, he plucked her off her feet and spun toward the living room. The warm colors of the space blurred past her vision as she sank her teeth into his earlobe, the side of his neck.
    He tugged her head and latched onto the spot above her collarbone until she felt the warmth of a bruise blossom on her skin. By the time he laid her on the sofa and stretched atop her, her panties were totally soaked.
    He gripped her outer thigh and hitched her leg high around his hip. Then he angled his cock right at her pussy.
    She cried out as the rock-hard length battered her through barrier of jeans and sweatpants. And she couldn’t get enough of his big, bare chest. A faint spattering of hair coated his sculpted pecs. She ran her fingers through it.
    “You’ve been tormenting me since that night in The Hellion,” he said. Through her shirt he pinched her nipple.
    Need clawed at her inner walls. She dug her hands into his thick, dark hair and simply felt. Nashville couldn’t be farther from her right now, but she didn’t care about anything but giving and taking pleasure from this man.
    He peeled her T-shirt and sweats off as if he were unwrapping a prize. The look on his face made her feel more beautiful than she’d ever felt in her life. When he stared down at her in only her cotton panties and sports bra, she drank in his rugged beauty.
    Hair tumbled over his blazing eyes, but he didn’t bother to shake it free. She practically felt her skin tingle with excitement to feel his rough beard on her skin.
    “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he grated out.
    She reached for him, and he brought his hot chest atop hers. The kiss of skin ignited her. He moved one big hand up her torso, dragging her sports bra up and off. He sucked in a ragged breath before burying his face in her cleavage.
    Her nipples pinched hard, and she arched upward, seeking release. “Rub against me. I want to feel your skin on my breasts.”
    He lifted his head, a primal expression coating his features. Then very deliberately he braced himself on his arms and skimmed her tits with his chest. The warmth and sprinkle of chest hair teased her. Her eyes threatened to close with pleasure but she couldn’t stop looking at Griffin.
    As he slowly rubbed up and down and back and forth, their gazes remained locked. Her pussy pulsated with need.
    He slipped his hand between their bodies and cupped her mound through her panties. She wished for her sexiest lace or silk underwear. Her undergarments might be plain but her first encounter with Griffin was anything but.
    Slipping one thick finger inside the elastic, he studied her face. “Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch the pleasure on your face.”
    She sucked in a breath as he tunneled his hand into her panties, still moving maddeningly against her breasts. Her nipples were sharp peaks dragging over his chest. When he followed the slick seam of her pussy downward, Nola stopped breathing.
    Something wild sparked in his eyes, and she knew he was barely restraining himself. His cock lay against her upper thighs, a hard, enticing ridge inside his jeans. She wanted to strip him, sink over him and take her pleasure.
    He stroked her closed pussy lips over and over. The action created friction against her clit, which was trapped beneath. She moved restlessly, and he flashed a grin that almost stole her heart.
    “You’ll get this on my terms.” He pinched her pussy lips together right over her clit, applying the perfect pressure to it.