Violet was slowly kissing his abs now. The lingering scent of sandalwood from his soap mixed with his scent was driving her insane. Her libido was at an all-time high and all she could think about was him. Them. Him. She wanted them all.
Her mouth kept trailing lower, lips brushing the ridges of his toned stomach until they reached the sharp V-lines carved into his abdomen. She paused there, kissing the spot intentionally, then looked up at Griffin with that naughty smile on her face that spelt trouble. She planned to ruin him.
Griffin breath stuttered. His chest was rising too fast now, like he'd been caught in a sprint. His eyes were locked on hers and he could already tell where this was headed. He swallowed hard, heat pulsing through him.
Yeah. He was in trouble. The good kind.
Then Violet leaned in and dragged her tongue along the deep grooves of his V-line. She did it slowly as if tasting ice cream, savoring every sculpted dip and ridge.
