Chapter 10: Bad Choices

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 fucking 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 nipples, before he bent over and suckled one into his mouth.