Page 35 of The Grinder

So she waited, practically holding her breath. Finally, he seemed to get the hint.

“Well then, I guess I better get going and let you sleep.”

She tried not to clutch at him as he shifted them around until he was on the edge of the couch. But he’d maneuvered them so they were face-to-face. She couldn’t avoid looking into his eyes, and when she did, she was fairly certain she was going to beg him to stay.

She managed, barely, to keep her mouth shut but only until he leaned forward and kissed her. And when he slid his tongue against her lips, she immediately opened for him.

He made a deep sound in his throat, a sound that made her sex clench and beg for anything he wanted to use to fill it. Fingers, tongue, cock.

Shivering, she let her arms wind around his shoulders, pressing her naked flesh to his and feeling her resolution to send him on his way sink to the soles of her feet.

She was just about to move her hands from his shoulders down his back to his ass when he released her and swung his legs off the side of the couch and planted his feet on the floor.

“I really like spending time with you.” He turned to look at her, shoving long fingers into his too-long dark hair to push it out of his hazel eyes and making her chest tighten. “So, tomorrow night. Are you free?”

Blinking as he stood and his perfect ass came into view, she had to take a few seconds to think about what he’d said before she could formulate an answer.

“Yes.”

When he reached to pull his pants up, she nearly swallowed her tongue. She watched him tuck his cock into his jeans but not zip them.

He looked back at her. “Bathroom?”

She had to suck in air before she could answer.

“Oh, yeah.” She pointed to a small door off to the side of the room. “Just in there.”

She watched the play of muscle across his back and chest as he walked to the bathroom and sat there for several seconds waiting for him to return before she realized she was naked. She’d just pulled her shirt over her head when he walked out again and returned to pick up his t-shirt and dress shirt.

As he shrugged them on, he turned to smile at her. And her heart kicked into heart-attack pace.

Not fair. And oh, so very dangerous.

“You wanna get some dinner tomorrow night after the game?”

Yes, she did. Very much. She wanted to do anything he wanted.

Which made the words stick in her throat. She wasn’t that girl, the one who tossed over her entire life for a guy she’d just met. Still, she wanted to see him again.

“Sure. That’s sounds… great.”

How did he manage to make her feel breathless and light-headed and heavy-limbed all at the same time?

Either he ignored her slight hesitation or he just didn’t hear it. His smile widened. “I’ll give you a call after practice.”

Leaning down, he put his hands on the back of the couch on either side of her shoulders and bent close.

She braced for another one of his mind-numbing kisses but he put his mouth on her neck instead. He nipped at her skin, sending her into a full-body shiver. She reached for him, her hands landing on his hips, and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

When he started to pull away, she almost didn’t want to let him go. She actually had to force herself to release him so he could stand.

“See you after the game. Puck drops at five. Game should be over by eight.”

“Okay.”

Halfway to the door, he turned to look at her.

“I have a great time with you, Aly. I think…” He stopped, appeared to reconsider his words then smiled. And totally didn’t say what was on his mind. “I’ll see you soon.”

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