Page 59 of Getting the Grinder
I grab her around the waist and pull her against me. “Damn right you will. I’ve been thinking about touching you every minute since I left.”
A little worry line appears between her brows. “I’m so here for it, but is there a restaurant at your hotel? So I could maybe grab a sandwich? I’ve only had a bag of airplane peanuts.”
“We’ll order room service.”
Her face lights up. “Yes, please. Are there any fluffy white hotel robes? I’ve never stayed at a place nice enough to get a robe.”
I put my arm around her waist. “We’ll get you a robe. Later. Right now, I’d rather get you out of your clothes.”
We start the walk to the arena’s exit, and as I hold the door open for her, her eyes lock onto mine.
“Thanks for being happy I came,” she says. “I thought you might think it was too much.”
I give her a serious look. “It’s been a hard week, and it means a lot to me that you’re here. More than you know.”
I call us an Uber, and she snuggles into my chest as we wait for it to arrive. I only have my suit jacket, and it’s freezing, so she tucks her hands inside the jacket.
Not only have I been frustrated about not playing all week, but I’ve also been worried about her because of the guy who sent the email. The police still haven’t found him. She’s been staying with Dex, but I don’t know how long she’ll want to keep doing that.
The team’s hotel for this trip is understated on the outside, but very nice inside. I checked in earlier. I already have my key card. Teammates occasionally have their wives or girlfriends stay with them after a game on a road trip, but I never have.
It feels fucking amazing, walking across the hotel lobby with Mara at my side. I’m not playing any games with her—I like her a lot, and I want her to know it. I sent flowers and have been keeping in touch every day with calls and texts.
This is her version of not playing games—she wanted to come here, so she did. I’m going to be making sure she’s happy about that decision.
As soon as the door to my room is closed behind us, a switch is flipped inside me. I feel like a lion stalking its prey; I’m hungry for her, and I’m not feeling patient.
I take off my suit jacket and set it on a chair, then kick off my shoes.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I say, already rock hard.
“I missed you, too. But I haven’t even touched my vibrator. I only wanted you.”
I pull off my tie and drop it on the floor. “Good girl. Take off your shirt so I can see your tits.”
She slides out of her jacket and toes off her shoes, then strips off her shirt. Her bra is black, a little bow resting between her breasts.
I manage to get my dress shirt off before I pull her body against mine and kiss her. She moans and unfastens my pants, as eager as I am. I make quick work of releasing the brace from around my knee and tossing it aside.
Then we’re all lips and tongues and roaming hands, both of us pulling each other’s clothes off. Once she’s completely naked and I’m only in boxers, I stand back and look at her.
“So beautiful,” I murmur. “Lie down.”
She gets on the bed, unfazed by the lights being on. Her confidence is a huge turn-on.
I take my time, kissing her ankles, her calves and her thighs. She gasps and holds onto my hair, trying to guide my head between her legs. I just laugh against her bare skin and kiss my way from her lower stomach to her breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other before I repeat the process.
“Please, Leo,” she begs.
I fucking love the sound of my name on her lips. I reward her by licking her seam from bottom to top, making her whimper. As soon as my tongue touches her clit, she tugs on my hair hard and bucks her hips.
She’s already close. I put a finger inside her, sucking her clit into my mouth. Within half a minute, she’s coming, pulling on my hair and crying out my name.
Her eyes are glazed when she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
“Inside me,” she says breathlessly. “Fuck me the way you like it until you come.”
I tug off my boxers and bury my cock deep inside her. It’s everything I’ve been fantasizing about and more. She puts her hands on my ass and pulls my hips closer, urging me on.
