“Griffin.” I placed my hands against his cheeks, and his brows stitched together. “Look at me.” He shook his head, knotting his jaw. “I can’t.” “How come?” “Because, Jane,” he paused, and his fingers dug into my back. “Because if I do, I will lose any self-control that I have, shove you against the edge of the pool, and fuck you as hard as I want.”
