She's My Kind of Girl by Jennifer Dawson

come.”
    His lips lifted slightly. “Then come.”
    She shook her head. “I want to come on your cock the first time. You need to be inside me.”
    He growled and licked once again before raising his head and kneeling between her legs. He slipped off her shoes and tossed them to the floor before standing. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, three buttons at his neck, before ridding himself of his shirt over his head.
    Her breath came fast as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a condom, which he threw onto the bed, and then unbuckled his pants.
    Darcy was sure she’d never seen anything as sexy as Griffin stripping out of his clothes with that look in his eyes. That primal, possessive look she hadn’t seen in forever.
    Finally, he was naked, and he climbed between her legs, ripped open the condom, and rolled it over his erection. He ran his fingers between her legs, stroking over her soaking flesh before gripping her thighs and yanking her down the bed.
    He lifted her hips and impaled her.
    She cried out. Rolling up to meet him.
    He pulled out and slammed back in again.
    He cursed. Repeated.
    She reached for him and pulled him down so he covered her. Their lips met, fused, and parted on a gasp as the angle deepened the contact between them. She moaned. “Please take me.”
    He started to move in earnest.
    And the words came from her throat, unbidden, but what she wanted so bad. “Make me yours.”
    The statement seemed to explode everything between them.
    He pounded into her. Faster. Urgent and desperate. He growled in a low, primitive voice. “You are mine.”
    â€œYes.” Her body quickened. “Always.”
    â€œAlways.” He thrust, taking them higher as he took her harder and harder.
    She didn’t want it to end. She wanted it to last forever.
    But it was too much. Too intense. And she’d been on the edge for so damn long.
    He hooked her legs over his elbows, driving so deep inside her she screamed and burst.
    On a mad rush, the climax pummeled through her in wave after wave of pleasure so ruthless she thought she’d pass out.
    While she was lost in the power of her orgasm, he came, shuddering above her on a loud groan, calling her name over and over again.
    They moved together, grinding their hips as they fought to capture every last bit of pleasure before he collapsed on top of her and they lay gasping for breath.
    â€œWow,” she panted out.
    He laughed. “We’ve still got it.”
    â€œDo we ever.”
    He lifted onto his elbows. “I’m never going to be satisfied.”
    She ran her fingers over his damp temples. “Me either.”
    She wouldn’t. She’d never get enough of him.
    Not ever.

Chapter Seventeen
    Darcy sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her mom.
    Tammy smiled, her expression sly. “Did you have a nice evening?”
    Images of the night before flashed through her mind like a peep show. Last night with Griffin had ruined her forever. It had been so good. He’d taken her in every way possible, in that way only he could manage. Now she was sore and swollen. Her muscles ached. She was marked. In more ways than one.
    And her heart was breaking.
    Because she knew what she had to do.
    â€œIt was lovely, thank you,” she said, her voice shaky.
    â€œThe whole town is talking,” her mom said, her tone giddy. “You’ll have to make an honest man of Griffin.”
    Darcy recalled this morning, at his front door, him leaning against the wood. On her knees, she sucked his cock like her life depended on it.
    The good people of Revival would have heart attacks knowing what she’d done with their mayor last night.
    She’d given herself one night, and now she had to give Griffin what he deserved.
    Darcy folded her hands on the table and met her mom’s happy, interested gaze. Darcy’s throat closed over, not wanting to say the words but knowing they