Page 9 of Dating the Grump

Stepping inside, I’m greeted by the cozy, well-appointed space. It’s elegant yet lived-in, with personal touches everywhere—a far cry from the sterile, impersonal home I imagined the wealthy athlete would own.

We move to the kitchen where the scent of something delicious fills the air, causing my stomach to growl. Oh, shoot. I was so preoccupied earlier that I totally forgot to eat lunch. “I hope you like grilled steak,” he says, guiding me to a seat at the island. “It’s a favorite of mine.”

“Sounds delicious,” I reply, genuinely excited and starving. “I can’t believe you cook, too.”

He chuckles, a rich, pleasant sound. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it cooking.” He hands me a glass of wine. “I fumble around enough to get by, at least.”

Dinner is wonderful, but I barely taste any of it. My mind is too occupied anticipating what’s going to happen after our meal. I’m sitting here pushing the rest of my food around on my plate as I wonder if I’ll have the nerve to wear the tiny bikini that hardly covers my rear end. Why in the world did I pack it instead of my trusty old black one-piece?

“Shall we?” Hunt asks, nodding toward the back of the house. “The indoor pool is completely private, so don’t feel obligated to wear a swimsuit. In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t waste the time putting one on.” He really does read my mind.

Butterflies swirl in my stomach as I follow him down the hallway. As we step through the glass doors leading to the indoor pool area, I am immediately struck by the serene oasis before me.

The pool itself is an inviting expanse of crystalline water, its surface shimmering under the soft overhead lighting that mimics natural daylight. The room is spacious, with high ceilings that create a sense of airy openness. The walls are adorned with elegant tile mosaics depicting tranquil scenes of nature.

At the far end of the pool, there’s a stunning waterfall carved to resemble natural rock. The water cascades down into the deep pool, creating a soothing melody that echoes gently throughout the room. The water catches the light, producing a mesmerizing dance of reflections on the pool's surface. Lush, verdant greenery surrounds the waterfall, with potted plants and vines lending a touch of tropical paradise to the environment.

“Where can I change?” I swallow and hold up my tote bag.

“That door over there is the dressing room.” He points at the door along the right wall.

“I’ll be right back.” I look over my shoulder as I reach the door and notice him slowly stripping away his t-shirt.

When I step outside with my tiny bikini covered with a long flowing cover-up, I find Hunt already in the water, his strong shoulders gleaming under the soft light. He smiles as he beckons me. “Come on in, goddess. The water’s great.” I strain trying to see what he’s wearing, but the water obscures the bottom half of his body from my view.

Grabbing a hairband, I pull my long, curly blonde hair up into a messy bun before dropping my tote on a lounger. When I pull the silky cover-up over my head, I hear Hunt growl something indecipherable behind me.

Turning, I see the heated look shining from his eyes, and goosebumps break out along my spine as his eyes follow my movements. When I slip into the salty water, the warmth instantly wraps around me.

Suddenly, Hunt swims directly toward me. There's a spark in his eyes that makes my heart beat a little faster. Before I can react, he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body close against his warm, muscular frame.

The world seems to narrow to just the two of us as everything else fades into the background. His touch is gentle yet firm, his body burning hot against mine in the heated water.

"Molly," he whispers, his voice a blend of tenderness and intense desire. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. You blow my mind.”

I tilt my head up and close my eyes as his lips cover mine. The kiss starts off soft and exploratory before morphing into a raging inferno. My hands find their way to his shoulders and my nails dig in, anchoring myself in the swirling emotions.

The kiss turns from PG all the way to R as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. The warmth of the water mingles with the heat of our embrace, creating a cocoon of intimacy that feels almost dreamlike.

Hunt's hand softly traces the line of my back, sending shivers through me despite the warmth as his mouth devours mine. Every touch, every caress, causes my insides to melt even further until I don’t know where I end and he begins. I can feel the thudding of his heart against mine, mirrored beats that make me feel more connected to him than ever.

For several long moments, we float intertwined in our passion, the gentle movement of the water a soothing backdrop to the intensity of our emotions. This feels right, like finding a missing piece of myself I didn't even know was lost.

CHAPTER 5

HUNT

“Hunt,” Molly whispers against my lips, her soft body wrapped around mine. The warm water laps against us as we float, lost in each other. Her hands drift through my hair, driving me crazy. “I want…”

“Tell me, goddess.” I nip her bottom lip before plunging my tongue back inside to kiss the taste from her. Jesus, I can’t get enough of her. She tastes so fucking sweet, like sin and chocolate. My hands rove down her body, feeling every dip and curve along the way. I grab handfuls of her ass, squeezing both cheeks.

“That,” she gasps, her head falling back on a moan.

“You want me to touch you?” I drag my lips down her throat, making sure my stubble rakes her delicate skin before my lips and teeth do. “Or do you want more, sweetheart? Tell me, and it’s yours. Whatever you want.”

“More,” she pleads sweetly, making my fucking cock ache. Her legs twine around my waist, putting her sweet pussy right up against my cock.

I groan, burying my face between her tits in that tiny bikini top as my hands find their way under her bottoms. I grip her bare ass, grinding her against my dick as I lick the chlorinated water from her skin. She pulls my hair, moaning my name.

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