Page 31 of The Grinder

She shook her head, her gaze wandering below his chin. “Not one damn thing.”

Huffing out a laugh, he leaned back into the cushions. “Glad to know you approve.”

Lifting her hand, she placed her right index finger on his shoulder, her nail digging gently into his skin. “Oh, I approve. Now, I need you to lose the pants.”

“That means you’re going to have to move.”

“I’m sure you can figure something out. Come on, Riley. Show me how you maneuver in a tight spot.”

Holy fuck. When she smiled at him like that, he almost expected to see flames sparking between them.

“Your wish is my command.”

A flush burned her cheeks and it was his turn to grin as he moved his hands between them. He deliberately brushed his knuckles along the zipper of her jeans and had the satisfaction of hearing her suck in a sharp breath. Her hands rose to his shoulders and gripped him tight, fingertips digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks.

They’d blend in with all the other bruises on his body, but he was having so much more fun getting them.

Going as slowly as he could, he worked his hands between their bodies, making sure he made as much contact as he could.

As he reached for his waistband, he slid his hands between her legs, pressing the seam of her jeans against her mound. Her chest rose and fell in an ever-increasing rhythm, almost matching his own.

Hooking his thumbs in the sides, he tugged at his pants. Luckily for him, they weren’t that tight. If he’d had to struggle at all, he might’ve put just enough pressure on his rock-hard cock to trigger his orgasm.

But because of her position directly over him, he did have to lift his hips to push them down over his ass, which meant his cock rubbed right between her legs, exactly where he was going to be soon.

Making sure to drag his underwear with his pants, he worked them down just far enough to expose his cock, which was so hard, it practically pressed against his stomach.

Aly’s gaze had dropped to watch, and when the tip of her tongue came out to touch her top lip, he groaned.

Leaning forward, he cupped her cheeks and brought her forward so he could kiss her and let his tongue slide across those lips.

She caught him off guard when she drew the tip of his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.

The sensation made him think of her sucking on his cock the exact same way.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Concentrate, asshole, or you’re gonna lose it.

He wanted to lose it inside her, not come on her stomach like a virgin.

But when she dropped one hand to wrap it around his erection, all bets were off.

Sinking his hands into her hair, he held her steady and opened his mouth over hers, eating at her with a hunger he almost couldn’t control. It rose up in a rush, a tidal wave of heat, flooding his body and loosening the chains he’d been struggling not to break.

Aly appeared to have reached the same breaking point. She moaned low and deep, her hand tightening around his cock until he thought he’d have to tell her to stop. A second later, she loosened her grip. But that only made him want more.

He got to work on her jeans, getting the button undone and yanking down the zipper. But she was going to have to move if he was going to get those jeans off.

Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off his lap and twisted to the side, setting her on the cushion beside him.

Surprised at the sudden movement, she sprawled on her back, wide eyes blinking up at him as he shifted onto his knees to loom over her.

Her gaze locked with his, she came up onto her elbows as he grabbed her jeans and yanked them down her legs.

Unfortunately, they were a little tighter than he’d realized and she came with them. She started to laugh a split second later, her head falling back, sending all that blonde hair spilling across the cushions.

With a growl to cover his own laughter, he yanked again and was rewarded when she lifted her ass and the denim bared a few inches of flesh.

He looked into her eyes, bright with laughter. He loved her smile but in a few seconds, he was going to make her scream. “Sweetheart, if I have to strip them off with my teeth, they’re coming down.”

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