“Oh, I’m coming.” Her body tightened around his fingers as she came with a hard orgasm. He felt every part of her shudder for a good long minute that left him ready to go off as well.
When he withdrew, he washed his hands, turned her around, and kissed her, needing to take her mouth, her tongue, envelop her in the passion that had overtaken him. She wound her hand around the nape of his neck and wrapped her leg around his hip.
He needed a goddamn condom and he needed it now.
Breathless, Kat broke the kiss, her body still quivering from the orgasm that had left her weak and shaking.
Katrina had never experienced anything like that, had been so focused on what Grant had been doing to her that she’d lost all sense of time and place. She might have screamed. She couldn’t remember, and right now, she couldn’t care. All she knew was she wanted more.
And from the heated looks Grant gave her, she knew he was ready as well. He quickly grabbed soap and washed his body, then turned the shower off. They climbed out, dried off, and headed to the bedroom.
“I need to fuck you,” he said pushing her onto the bed. “Right now. I need to come hard in you.”
Having a man nearly shaking with need for her was a heady realization. What he’d done to her in the shower—the heights of pleasure he’d taken her to—had shattered her.
She spread her legs. “Do it to me again, Grant. Make me come like that again.”
With a low growl, he grabbed a condom and tore the wrapper open. She expected him to thrust inside her, but instead he went lower, kissing her inner thighs before burying his face in her sex.
Oh, the things the man could do with his tongue. He lapped at her *, then moved up to her clit, sliding his lips and tongue over her until she was ready to scream again. She was shaking all over, so close to an orgasm she had grasped his hair and was arching her * against his face.
Only then did he climb up her body, kiss her deeply, then put on the condom and thrust into her.
He raised himself up on his arms. “Now we’ll come together. I want you to squeeze the come right out of me, Kat.”
She reached up and slid her fingers over his lower lip. “Make me.”
Again, that animalistic growl that never ceased to make her sex flutter. He dropped down on top of her and cupped her butt with his hand, tilting her pelvis up so he could grind against her.
“I’ll make you. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t even know your own name.”
He kissed her, his tongue doing delicious things to hers. The kiss was deep and heady and she lost all sense of herself as he seduced her with his mouth and with his cock. And when she exploded, he was right. She was gone, an out-of-body experience, and she had no idea who she was. She knew only pleasure, only the slide of her hands across hard muscle, the feel of her * clenching his cock as stars exploded behind her eyes. She heard his loud groan as he went with her, felt them both shuddering together, then collapsing, holding on to each other like a lifeline in a storm of ecstasy.
He’d taken her breath away, exceeded all her expectations as to what sex was all about. And now, as he lay next to her, rubbing her back and kissing her shoulder, she realized she’d waited entirely too long for this sex thing.
Or maybe she’d waited just the right amount of time. Because Grant was pretty damn good at this. So maybe she’d just been waiting for the right guy to introduce her to it.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm.”
He brushed his hand over the top of her head, then kissed it and tugged her against his chest. “Sleep, Kat.”
That sounded like a really good idea. “Okay.”
TWENTY-TWO
GRANT WAS PRETTY GOOD ABOUT SWITCHING FROM play mode to game mode.
Last night with Katrina had been all about play. Today, it was getting into game mode. There were three days until the game, and even though it was still preseason, with every game, they drew closer to finalizing the team and the start of the actual season.
He worked with the offensive coordinator and the backup quarterbacks, trying to confirm the plays they’d use this year. He spent time trying out the rookie receivers to see who would make the team, who was going to fit with the organization this year.
All in all, there was a lot going on right now, especially for those who were busting their asses to make the roster.
Grant was the starting quarterback. His job was set. But he knew there were other guys on the bubble. His job was to help the team figure out which guys would stay, and which would go.
He’d explained all this to Leo as they’d driven in this morning. He was pleasantly surprised to find Leo up and ready when he’d come down at seven-thirty for coffee.
“It’s not even eight a.m. yet,” he’d told him.
“I figured whatever you had in mind for me today, I’d better be early,” Leo had said.