Page 50 of The Grinder

“Fuck, sweetheart. Keep that up. I’m loving that.”

His voice fired her libido, her muscles tightening as his hands continued to pet her. Down her back then up again, several times, until her skin felt so sensitized, her clothing was a nuisance.

“I want your clothes off.” She drew her hands down from his shoulders to his shirt, pushing buttons through their holes as fast as her hands would go. “You need to be naked.”

She could feel his mouth curve in a smile against the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

“I agree. But you need to lose the clothes, too. You have the most amazingly soft skin I’ve ever felt. I want to rub my cock between your thighs then I’m going to flip you over and rub it between your ass cheeks. Do you know how soft you are there? Like silk, baby.”

His hands landed on her ass and scooped her closer, making her shudder.

“And holy fuck, when I get my hands between your legs, it’s like butter. So soft. I can’t wait to put my mouth on you.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he spoke, her brain unable to process the heat coursing through her body.

Her first instinct was to give him whatever he wanted. And since he wanted what she wanted, there was no decision to make.

She gave in.

Turning her face into his neck, she bit him, hard enough to make him flinch. And groan.

His hands clutched at her ass for a second before moving to her front, where he snapped the button on her black jeans and began to work them down her hips.

Her hands had already begun to work at his shirt but their actions kept getting in the way of each other.

Frustration began to make her fingers more frantic until finally she moaned.

And he grabbed her hands, forcing her to look up at him. “Aly. Hon. Wait.”

She raised her eyebrows, barely able to breathe. “You want to wait?”

His smile made her thighs clench. It was playful and wicked and sweet all at the same time.

“No, I really don’t. I want you naked and riding me right now, but I’d also like to do that on a bed. Because first, I’m gonna lay you out naked and put my face between your legs and make you come.”

Her lips parted at the carnality in his tone and her lungs contracted. And, holy hell, she soaked her panties.

“That mouth of yours is dangerous.”

That mouth curved into another one of his wicked grins.

“So I’ve been told. But usually only by people who want to punch it.”

Scrambling to her feet, she held out her hand, which he grabbed as he stood.

“Well, I definitely don’t want to punch it. I have much better uses for it.”

“Lead the way, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

She continued to stare into his beautiful eyes for a few more seconds and the triumph she felt at his statement took the rest of her breath away.

With a grin of her own, she turned and pulled him along behind her. By the time they reached the stairs to the second floor, they were practically running.

And when he swung her into his arms and took the stairs two at a time, she very nearly lost her ability to function.

No man had ever made her feel like he couldn’t wait to get her in a bed because he wanted to make her feel good.

Riley did.

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