Page 30 of The Grinder

“Fuck, yeah, it’s torture. The good kind.”

She laughed. “Glad to hear you’re enjoying it.”

“I’d enjoy it a hell of a lot better if your hands found their way into my pants.”

“I’m getting there. Are you always in such a rush?”

Because it’s exactly what he’d been thinking about only seconds ago, he ran his hands from her hips up her sides to just under her arms, his thumbs barely brushing the sides of her breasts.

He heard her swift inhale and felt her shiver beneath his hands, making him that much hungrier for skin-on-skin contact.

“Sometimes fast is good. You can’t catch your breath and your adrenaline’s pumping and everything’s hypersensitive.”

“Are you talking about sex or hockey?”

She was definitely having trouble breathing now and his lips curved.

“Both. Hockey’s much better when the pace is fast. Keeps your blood pumping and your attention focused. Fast sex can be mind-blowing. And I’m not just talking about the guy shooting off in five seconds and the girl left hanging.”

Her fingers popped the button on his pants but she didn’t reach for his zipper. “Glad to hear it.”

“No, I’m talking about getting you so worked up in a couple of minutes that the second I get my cock inside you and start to pump, you come while I’m still getting off. You come so hard you can’t breathe and your muscles don’t work anymore and your brain’s fuzzy.”

He could barely control his own breathing right now, so fucking turned on by the woman in his arms and the images in his head. Images he planned to replace with the reality.

She sucked in a deep breath and he glanced down to find her fingers trembling over his zipper.

“Come on, baby.” He leaned forward and sealed their lips together. “Let’s blow our minds as fast as we can and I promise I’ll take my own sweet time with you for the second round.”

Her fingers hung in midair before she shook her head. “I don’t know, Riley. Maybe I’m having fun tormenting you.”

“Think about how much more fun you’re gonna be having riding my cock.”

He didn’t know if it was the image he’d planted in her head or if she just took pity on him, but a second later she grabbed the tab of his zipper with deliberate fingers and began to pull it down.

Already pounding, his heart kicked into another gear as she released his cock. Her head bent, she reached into his pants and cupped his erection through his underwear.

Holy shit. Sensation shot through his erection to his balls and up his spine. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in her hands.

And that would be embarrassing as all hell.

But he didn’t want her to stop as she traced her fingers around the tip of his cock, pushing at the band of his underwear

“Lift up.”

He obeyed immediately, prepared to give her anything she wanted.

Her mouth curved in another one of those smiles that made his blood run lava-hot.

“You’re so agreeable.”

“Sweetheart, you keep stroking me like that and I’ll do whatever you want. Go ahead, ask me to rob a bank for you.”

Her laughter brushed against his skin, raising more goosebumps. “Why don’t you just start by taking off your shirt?”

Shifting forward, he reached one hand over his shoulders and pulled the t-shirt over his head. After he tossed it to the side, he found her staring at him intently.

“What’s wrong?”

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