She sucked harder, not surprised when he shuddered and jetted into her mouth. She swallowed, taking all of him, until he finally pulled out of her mouth and drew her to her feet. She felt a few more drops against her belly as he hugged her tight, kissing everywhere he could reach.
“Oh, Piper,” he kept moaning, and she smiled, wishing she could hug him back.
As if he’d read her mind, he quickly released her wrists and removed the blindfold.
The sight of him had her falling past affection into a deeper emotion, one she refused to name. But that handsome, happy face did something to her. As did the satisfaction she could clearly see.
“This was supposed to be more for you, but I won’t lie. I’ve been dreaming about you blowing me forever.”
She paused. “What?”
“Um...” He looked hunted. Then he smiled and said, “You blowing me? Amazing. But not as amazing as how sexy you look all tied up when I’m eating you out.” He hugged her again and laughed. “Happy late Thanksgiving, Piper. I told you that I’d bring the big guns, didn’t I?”
She laughed, relieved he didn’t make a big deal about anything more serious than sex. After coming so hard, twice, she didn’t think she could handle any emotional chatter. “You sure do have a big gun. I can’t wait to see you go off a few more times before we head back.”
“Oh man. Seriously. Marry me.”
She pulled back to kiss him. “I might if you feed me.”
“Done.”
Then he made her an omelet that had her seriously considering proposing to him.
Chapter 17
Grant couldn’t stop smiling and felt like an idiot. But he’d seriously never been so happy. They spent the rest of the morning settling in, and he knew he’d nailed the meal because she moaned as she ate.
“How are you such a great cook?”
“I told you I’m amazing. And I wasn’t just talking about my dick.” He laughed when she blushed and scowled up at him. “I’ve always liked to eat, and once I went away to school, I wanted to eat more than packages noodles and cheap hot dogs. I took a class, went to a few demonstrations, and picked it up.”
“You graduated with straight As too, didn’t you?”
“Yep. Summa cum laude in three years from OSU. Then, because I hadn’t turned twenty-one yet, I was on a farm team.”
“That’s the minor leagues, right?”
He nodded. “Spent two years with the Tacoma Rainiers, then instead of getting drafted to the Mariners, I ended up in California for a year. Finally got back to the Rainiers when their catcher left. I wanted to play for them all along but had to wait my time.”
“So you just got to pick where you wanted to go?”
“I was an independent starting out, but I hit whatever’s thrown at me. I’ve had one of the best batting averages in the league seven years running. And I’m an oddity in that I’m a catcher who can actually knock it out of the park at bat. Consistently.”
“Wow.”
He grinned. “You don’t know what any of that means, do you?”
“Kind of, Mr. Patronizing.” she said defensively. “I don’t follow baseball, but I do know that players don’t just get to choose where they want to be.”
“No, they don’t. But I got lucky and I’m skilled, plus I agreed to less of a salary the first two years.” With the option that if he’d proven himself, he’d make up for that loss in the last two years of his contract, which he had. Now he had just one more year to play, and he planned to quit while still at the top of his game.
“I don’t see Cade much, but whenever I do, he mentions you.”
Good man. “Do you ever ask about me?” Do you ever think about me?
She blushed. “No. He usually brings up your name first. But honestly, this, us, is so out of my league.” She laughed. “Ha, see that baseball reference??”
He frowned. “Why is ‘us’ out of your league?”
