“Brutal,” Cat commented. She didn’t sound averse. Griffin glanced at her. “No one touches you.” She bit her lower lip, looking adorably confused. “You’re touching me.” Griffin’s eyes fixed on her mouth. “I’m the exception.” She seemed to stop breathing, to maybe even like what she heard. Hope jerked in his chest. Smiling, Cat swayed toward him, and his fingers tightened on her hip. It took an almost herculean effort to resist hauling her up against him and kissing her like he’d wanted to since the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, weeks ago.
