My hands roamed his body. His shoulders, arms, and chest until they reached the waist of his jeans. I stroked my fingers along the inside, hoping he would understand what I wanted.
“Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes wide with desire.
I nodded. “It's been too long," I said, searching his face.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and carried me over to the bed. The logical part of my brain kept asking questions? Did I really want to have a one-night stand with a f*****g musician? I squelched my inner dialogue. Damn right I did.
Griffin stopped at the side of the bed and put me down. With both hands, he unbuttoned my shirt, but I didn't have the patience and ripped it open, sending buttons scattering everywhere. His hands came to my breasts, pulling my tan bra down, exposing my n*****
