Page 51 of The Grinder

“Which way?”

“Right then last door on the left.”

“Damn, that’s far away.”

She laughed and he looked down, smiling like making her laugh was his main goal in life.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous when you smile. You’re fucking hot all the damn time but when you smile like that, I forget how to breathe.”

“Riley, that’s…”

She didn’t know what to say to that but he’d reached the door to her room by then. In the next second, she was airborne for a split second before her ass hit the bed and she sprawled on top of her quilt.

A second later, Riley came down on top of her, covering her better than any quilt ever could. The heat of him seared through her clothing and the second his lips pressed against hers, all thoughts of taking this slow blew apart like fireworks exploding.

She had her hands on his shirt, ready to rip it open, when he rose to his knees over her, trapping her with his knees on either side of her thighs.

“I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.” He already had his hands on his belt buckle. “Don’t wanna rip your clothes but I’m so hot for you, I might tear them off with my teeth.”

The image that flashed through her head at what else he could do with his teeth made her gasp.

And he groaned. “God damn, hon. Look at me like that again and I’m not giving any guarantees.”

She got to work.

“I’m going to need to get heavier clothes so I can wear less of them to the game.”

His deep laughter did wild and wonderful things to her insides. “I’m all for less clothing. And skirts. I think you should wear skirts every damn day. They come off easy and your legs look fucking amazing in them.”

She wanted to agree with him. She’d stripped off her top layers easily but her damn jeans were tight on her hips and a struggle to push down her legs. Especially with two-hundred-plus pounds of fucking hot man looming over her.

He’d stripped his pants and underwear down to his knees and his cock stood straight out from his body, ruddy and ready and tempting her to reach for it.

But she needed him to move if she was going to get her jeans off.

About to open her mouth and tell him to strip her, she let out a squeak when he backed off the bed and stood at the side, shoving his pants down then grabbing her jeans and yanking them off. It took him a few tugs but he finally got them down. She wanted to laugh because he had the same intense look on his face that she’d seen when he played. But she couldn’t quite manage because she was way too excited.

And horny. Definitely horny.

When he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs then knelt between them, she was practically panting.

Even more so when he dragged his hands, palms down, up her thighs to rest right at the juncture of her hips. His thumbs brushed against her mound and she wanted to clench her thighs together but his knees held her open. Wet and aching, she held her hand out to him. But he just smiled and moved his thumbs closer to her clit.

Her stomach contracted and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Something hurt, sweetheart?” His rough chuckle made her muscles tighten even more. “Do you need me to do something?”

“Yes, I need you to stop teasing me.”

His grin widened. “Aw, that’s half the fun.” His thumbs moved infinitesimally closer to her clit, which was throbbing and tingling and dying for him to touch her. “I don’t want to rush things this time. Last time, you made me lose my control. And it usually takes a hell of a long time to get me to break. So, this time, I’m determined.”

“Determined to do what?”

“Well, how about I start with ‘lick you until you scream’?”

Before she’d finished drawing in much needed air, he’d slid his hands between her thighs to spread her even more and bent to put his mouth over her sex.

She arched as his tongue flicked over her clit just before he sucked the little nub between his lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head before they closed completely and she sank her fingers into his hair so he wouldn’t get away. At least not without a battle.

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