"Okay." Alaina stood and picked up the empty bottle. "I'll meet y'all there."

Emma led the way to the game room. She stepped into the room just in time to see Griff bend over to make his shot. His faded jeans tightened over that perfect a.s.s. A surge of desire shot through her body, directly to her c.l.i.t.

If they were alone, she'd be naked in ten seconds and bent over the table with her legs spread.

Since that wasn't possible, she walked up beside him as Kelcey slipped into one of the leather chairs. His ball sailed in a straight line to the corner pocket. She congratulated him by giving one b.u.t.t cheek a quick squeeze. "Nice shot."

He looked at her over his shoulder. "Thanks."

"Who's winning?"

"You have to ask?"

"Shut up, Griff," Dax said, frowning.

Emma laughed. "Can I play the winner?"

Griff straightened and slipped his arm around her waist. "You feel like losing again?"

"Don't be so c.o.c.ky, Coleman. It's impossible for someone to win every time."

"Yeah." Dax motioned with his stick. "I still see three of your b.a.l.l.s on the table."

"If I win," Griff whispered in her ear, "I want something special when we get to my house."

"How special?" she whispered back.

"Surprise me."

She could do that. She knew exactly what kind of surprise to give him.

"I think I'm drunk," Emma said, leaning her head on Griff's shoulder.

Chuckling, Griff tightened his arm around her waist. She may not be drunk, but was definitely past tipsy. "Not feeling any pain?"

"Nope. Not a smidgen." She looked into his face and smiled. "I'm glad you suggested we walk to your house. It's so nice out. The moon is gorgeous."

Griff looked up at the bright disc of the full moon. It turned everything in their path silver. "I thought walking was a good idea since neither of us need to drive right now."

"True. I don't normally drink so much, but it was fun. I had a good time tonight."

"I'm glad." He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Tired?"

"A little." Her hand dipped down to caress his a.s.s. "Not too tired to give you your surprise."

He liked the sound of that. "Do I get a hint?"

"It won't be a surprise if I give you a hint."

"Will I like it?"

Her grin was so wicked and s.e.xy, his c.o.c.k immediately responded. "I think you'll love it."

"Do you still want to try the hot tub?"

"That's a good place to start."

Intrigued by what she had planned, Griff quickened their pace. They arrived at his house moments later. Holding Emma's hand, he led her through the laundry room and into the small bathroom that opened into the hot tub area. The area was enclosed, but with a flip of a switch, two walls rolled back to expose the woods behind his house. The gla.s.s panels in the ceiling let the stars and moonlight shine on the sparkling water.

"This is wonderful." She looked up at the gla.s.s panels. "I love that you can see the stars while you're in the tub."

"It's relaxing." Griff flipped the switch to move the walls. He smiled when Emma's eyes widened.

"Oh wow. What an incredible view. The moonlight makes the ground look like it's covered in snow."

"I sat in the tub last New Year's Eve and watched the snow falling. It was breathtaking."

She faced him, a tender expression on her face. "You sat here alone?"

Griff nodded. "I could've gone out with Rye and Dax, but I wasn't in a partying mood."

"No, I guess you weren't."

Enough of the trip down memory lane. He hadn't invited Emma to his home to harp on his past. He tugged off his T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. "Time to get naked."

Chapter Ten.

Emma stood still and watched Griff remove the rest of his clothes. She swallowed when his briefs fell to the floor. His c.o.c.k was already half hard. It wouldn't take much coaxing from her for it to be full and ready for her to ride it.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenched and wept, her c.l.i.t throbbed. She doubted if she'd ever tire of looking at his body, feeling that thick c.o.c.k slide into her channel.

He walked up to her, a teasing grin on his lips. "You aren't naked."

"I'm enjoying the view."

"I want to enjoy the view too."

He pulled off her tank and dropped it. By the time he'd unhooked and removed her bra, his shaft had hardened until it stood straight up and almost touched his stomach. Emma wrapped her hand around the base and smiled when he drew in a sharp breath.

His reaction proved he liked her touch, so it surprised her when he gently tugged her hand away from him.

"No touching until you're naked."

She rose on her tiptoes and spoke against his lips. "Then get me naked, because I want to touch."

He obeyed her command, quickly stripping her of the rest of her clothing and shoes. Cradling both b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, he gave a tender kiss to each nipple. "Ready for the tub?"

Emma nodded. Griff released her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pressed a b.u.t.ton on a panel next to the rim. Lights came on in the bottom of the hot tub. Another b.u.t.ton started the jets bubbling.

"This is the low setting for the jets," he said. "Do you want more?"

"No, that looks good."

Griff climbed over the rim, held up his hand for Emma to take, and helped her into the tub. Still holding her hand, he moved backward and sat down. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, wiggling until she pressed her body completely against his.

"You know what we need?" she asked.

"What?"

"Champagne."

"Sorry. All out of champagne."

"Then I guess I'll have to settle for this."

She kissed him with all the pa.s.sion and longing inside her. Griff returned kiss for kiss, his hands sweeping down her back, over her b.u.t.tocks, up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Grasping her waist, he lifted her until his shaft could slide between her legs. His length caressed her feminine lips every time he pumped his hips.

It sounded so delicious to have s.e.x in a hot tub, but she knew from experience that it wasn't comfortable. Instead of the water helping, it washed away her natural cream. She'd like nothing better than to rise up and take Griff's c.o.c.k inside her. If she did, she'd regret it.

"Griff, we can't make love here."

"There are a lot of ways to make love, Emma."

He kissed her before she had the chance to ask him to explain what he meant. Then she couldn't speak at all because his kiss stole her ability to form words. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue caressed the seam of her lips. She parted them and sucked his tongue into her mouth. It explored her mouth before he withdrew it and licked a line down her neck. At the base, he nipped her skin firmly enough to make her gasp.

"Hurt?" he asked.

"No. I love it."

Griff held the back of her head and tilted her neck to the side. Emma could feel the sucking motion of his lips. "You're marking me."

"Mmm-hmm."

"I have a meeting with your father tomorrow."

He kept sucking. Each pull of his lips corresponded with the throbbing of her c.l.i.t. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her l.a.b.i.a over his c.o.c.k. G.o.d, she was so close to coming...

Griff released her skin as he gripped her hips and kept her from moving. Her o.r.g.a.s.m faded and died before it could peak. She couldn't complain, not when he was kissing her so deeply again.

"Lean back," he whispered in a ragged voice. "Let yourself float on the water. I'll help you."

She had no idea what he had in mind, but she was willing to do whatever he wanted. Releasing his shoulders, she leaned back and relaxed. Griff clutched her hips, so she didn't worry about going underwater.

"Reach over your head and hold the rim."

Once she'd done as he said, he shifted his hands to her thighs and spread them wider. Emma barely had the time to inhale before he touched her c.l.i.t with his tongue.

He'd come in her mouth and they'd f.u.c.ked, but this was the first time he'd put his mouth on her p.u.s.s.y. He'd kissed her through her panties, yet had never touched her bare flesh with his tongue.

Until now.

Draping her thighs over his shoulders, he clasped her b.u.t.tocks and brought her p.u.s.s.y out of the water. Emma gripped the padded rim tighter when he laved her entire l.a.b.i.a. She slowly released the death grip, relaxing again so her upper body floated. The warm water made her feel as if she were drifting on a cloud with all her focus between her legs.

Griff took his time, slowly bathing her intimate flesh. He didn't flash his tongue over her c.l.i.t, didn't suckle it between his lips. He simply lapped at the feminine lips, the sensitive bud. He ventured almost to her a.n.u.s, but didn't lick that highly erogenous part of her body.

Most of the men she'd been with enjoyed a.n.a.l play. Emma wondered why Griff avoided licking her there, a place where she liked a lot of attention.

He returned to her c.l.i.t. She forgot all about where he hadn't gone and concentrated on where he was now. He still licked her slowly, letting her pleasure build gently instead of crashing through her. The tip of his tongue barely touched her, then it darted into her channel. Emma gasped. Using Griff's shoulders under her thighs for leverage, she tried to arch her p.u.s.s.y closer to his mouth.

"Faster, Griff. Please!"

He ignored her plea. He held her so she couldn't move and continued to nibble and lap. The pleasure built, an o.r.g.a.s.m just beyond her reach. If only he would lick her a little harder...

Without any warning, Griff latched onto her c.l.i.t and suckled while he pushed two fingers into her channel. Emma's body jerked as the climax slammed through her body.

"OhG.o.dohG.o.dohG.o.d!"

She released the rim of the tub, but Griff's strong arms slipped around her and held her afloat. She appreciated that for she probably would've gone underwater and drowned. At least she would've died happy.

Emma had no idea if seconds or minutes had pa.s.sed when she was finally able to think again. She lifted her head and looked down her body. Griff had his chin propped on her mound. The heat in his eyes sent a fresh wave of wanting from head to toes.

He released her legs and stood in the tub. Water sluiced down his skin, making her think of a G.o.d rising from the sea. She could see only to his waist, but she easily imagined the hard c.o.c.k hidden beneath the surface of the water.

Without speaking, he took her hands and helped her to stand. Holding her waist, he turned her body and pressed between her shoulder blades, silently telling her to bend over. Emma bent over the rim and rested her torso on the ledge built around half of the tub. The position lifted her a.s.s in the air.

Warm, wet palms kneaded her cheeks, then pulled them apart. She could hear Griff's heavy breathing over the bubbling jets. She moved farther out on the ledge so her a.s.s was even higher in the air.

"f.u.c.k," he muttered before he rammed his c.o.c.k into her channel.

Emma crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them. Griff drove into her p.u.s.s.y again and again, each thrust harder than the last one.

Pleasure flowed through her, a prelude to another o.r.g.a.s.m. He held her hips so tightly she couldn't move, but she tried to open her legs another inch. She needed more of the brush of his b.a.l.l.s against her c.l.i.t.

As if he read her mind, he spread her legs wider and shifted his thrusts. Emma moaned loudly at the feel of his b.a.l.l.s slapping her p.u.s.s.y.

Griff slid one hand around her hip and fingered her c.l.i.t. "Is this what you need?"

The extra stimulation, along with his pounding thrusts, pushed her over the edge again. Her climax started in her toes, rushed through her entire body, and ended deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. Her internal walls pulsed around his c.o.c.k, squeezing the hard flesh as if to never let him go.

"Jesus, Emma."