Page 53 of Grant’s Heat

“Just yes or no, Blaze,” he said with husky calm while he finally found the right key and unlocked the damn door. But he didn’t open the thing. Then he turned and looked at me expectantly.

Finally, I started to move my hands down to open it myself, but a censuring arch of his brow made me stop in my tracks.

“Yes! You know it is! It always is when you’re around.” I looked down at my wild cherry Converse before adding in a mutter, “Asshole.”

His dark chuckle worried me at first, but I closed my eyes and relaxed into him when he pressed in behind me once again. His body heat was comforting. So strong.

“I heard that.” His tone flowed over me, as dark and silky as melted chocolate, as he slid his hands down into the front of my open jeans and into the thin band of my panties. There, he found the wetness he was so interested in.

“Oh, baby. Feel this cunt.” He made a strangled sound low in his throat. “Christ. How can it be better than I remembered?”

“That feels so good,” I moaned in response as his fingers teased my slick folds.

“Yeah, it does.” He skated a finger over my clit, and I bucked my hips into his hand. “Do you want to come?”

“Standing here? Like this?”

“Mmmm.” He growled and kissed along the side of my neck. “Of course.”

“I don’t think that would happen. I mean…”

“Oh, Rio,” he clucked. “You poor girl.”

I couldn’t begin to imagine what that meant, and I didn’t dare ask. “Let’s go inside. Plus, my neighbors will hear us. The houses are too close together.”

Grant looked from side to side, scanning around my orderly garage, and then abruptly pulled his hands from my pants. Despite how I’d been the one suggesting we get into the house, I whimpered at the loss.

Actually whimpered.

I hung my head between my extended arms. What was I doing here? This whole scene was ridiculous—and hot. So fucking hot, I couldn’t organize enough brainpower to object. I watched him stalk across the small space to the supply shelves and grab something from one of the open storage bins. He worked quickly with his back to me and then turned back to face me, his mischievous grin firmly in place.

“Eyes straight ahead or closed. You pick.”

“Always so generous,” I retorted with an eye roll for good measure.

His long stride brought him back to my side quickly. “I knew this was the right call. I have just the thing for that sassy mouth.”

I fell right into his verbal trap, because when I turned to question him, he swiftly placed a wide swatch of blue painters’ tape over my mouth. He had a second piece stuck to his hip that he quickly smoothed diagonally over the first, ensuring no sound could escape. I glared at him, using my eyes to scream every obscenity I could think of. Some freshly created ones, as well.

“Your dirty looks are making my dick harder, baby. Was that what you were going for?” He ground his crotch against my hip, and I let my eyes flutter closed. The man was impossible.

“Now,” he said, stepping back a few inches, “I think there was a challenge—of sorts—issued?”

I cocked my head to the side, basically asking, “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t think I could get you off while you stood here.” He shrugged. “I can.” He cradled my face in his large hands and then kissed my temple, maneuvering my head however he wanted with his strong fingers. “And I will.” Grant continued the trail of kisses down to my ear, where he said, “In less than one minute.”

I rolled my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure but also with a shred of disbelief.

“Hold on tight. This is going to be hard and dirty, Blaze. Never said I played fair. Scream if you need to.”

He gave me one of those sexy, infuriating winks and moved in to kiss below my ear, already not playing on even ground because that was one of the most sensitive spots on my body. After a few more lazy kisses and nibbles there, Grant moved back around to stand in front of me. He yanked my jeans and panties down to my knees in one forceful tug.

The bastard held my gaze while seductively sucking his middle finger into his mouth until I moaned behind my muzzle. When it was slick with saliva, he lowered it directly from his mouth to between my legs.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he growled. “Let me in that hot pussy.”

He rammed his finger into me so fast and so deep, I almost came from that single thrust. It was the intense way he stared at me while he made every move. Like he was crawling into my soul while he felt my body with his hands. He flicked and rubbed my clit with his thumb and index finger, fucking me with his middle finger at first and then adding his ring finger as well.