Quarterback Draw Page 54

Anya grinned. “Awesome.”

“So what did you all buy?”

“Kat and I both got new capris. I love mine and I’m definitely wearing them to the game tonight. Kat bought pillows for your sofa. I helped pick them out. We argued for a good twenty minutes over which ones. She won, but only because she has the credit card.”

He looked over at Katrina. “You bought pillows for my sofa?”

“Yes.” Katrina went to the counter and pulled two pillows from the bag. “I thought you needed something extra on your sofas. They’ll add a nice design element and be extra comfortable.”

He didn’t know much about decorating, but the pillows were a tan with black and looked nice on his couches. What he really liked was that she’d thought about him.

“They look great. Thank you.” He put his arms around her as she surveyed the sofas. “It was so thoughtful of you.”

She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me.”

“Before you two make out or something, I’m going upstairs to change,” Anya said, scrunching her face up and grabbing her bags.

Grant grinned as she left the room. But she winked at him as she walked by.

He got the idea Anya approved of him.

For some reason, that meant something to him.

He turned Katrina around in his arms and brushed his lips over hers. She melted against him, so he deepened the kiss, intending to take just a quick taste. But she felt good, her body warm and pliant. He was getting hard, and he didn’t know when the kids would be back downstairs, so he pulled back.

“Did you have fun today?”

“We did. I only had to do a quick reshoot, so we were out of there within a couple of hours, which left us the entire day to go sightseeing and shopping.”

“Did you visit the Arch?”

She shook her head. “We were going to, but we ran out of time.”

He nodded. “Maybe we can fit it in tomorrow. I could take you.”

“Don’t you have practice?”

She palmed his chest, her nails digging in just a little. It made his blood rush. He wondered if there was time to sneak upstairs to his bedroom. The idea of a quickie appealed.

“I’ll have time to take you all to the Arch tomorrow.”

He was just about to tug on her hand, to lead her upstairs, when Leo came down.

“Oh, hi, Leo,” Katrina said. “How was your day with Grant and the team?”

Time was up. He left Katrina and Leo to talk. He ran upstairs and changed clothes. When Katrina came up and closed the door behind her, he turned to face her.

“Everyone ready to go?”

She nodded. “It’ll only take me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Don’t worry about it. We have plenty of time.”

He was going to head downstairs, but then Katrina asked him to help her unzip her sundress.

That got his attention. He walked into the bathroom.

“Turn around,” he said.

She did, facing the mirror.

“Pretty dress.”

Her gaze met his in the mirror, her lips turning up into a smile. “Thanks.”

He drew the zipper down, his knuckles brushing bare flesh. He couldn’t resist as he bared the skin of her back, so he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Do we have time for this?” she asked.

He gently pressed on her back, bending her forward. “Absolutely not.”

Moving into her, he was already hard when his crotch met her butt, rubbing his body against hers. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel her, the heat of her, breathing in the scent she gave off.

It was heady, and he wanted her.

“If you’re going to fuck me, you should unzip, and I should get out of this underwear.”

He opened his eyes, saw the passion reflected in hers, and dropped down on his haunches, reaching under her dress. He found her panties and pulled them down.

“I wish I had time to eat you, make you come,” he said, lifting her dress and pressing a kiss to her hip bone.

She let out a breath. “I do, too.”

He stood, opened the center drawer and took out a condom from the box there. “I’ll make you come another way. With my fingers, when I’m inside you, fucking you deep.”

“Grant.”

His name floated from her lips like a sexy whisper. He unzipped his pants, put the condom on, then lifted her dress over her butt. Damn, she had a pretty ass. He took a minute to let his hands roam over her, slid his fingers between her legs.

“You’re wet,” he said.

“I’m ready for you. Just you talking to me, touching me … I’m ready.”

He pulled the straps of her dress down over her shoulders, taking her bra with it, baring her breasts. He cupped a handful of her, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he slid into her pussy.

“Oh,” she said, pushing against him as he thrust.

He let his hand roam down, palming her sex, rubbing her clit as he drove into her again and again.

“Yes, there,” she said, giving him momentum.

He’d been consumed by her since that kiss downstairs. Looking at her, breathing her in—she made him want her in ways that were inexplicable to him.

She tightened around him, gripping him, making this pleasure unbearable. He needed to come in her, but first, she was going to come.

He played with her clit, listening to the sounds she made as he moved within her. He was learning her body, finding out what hit her hot buttons. She liked him to move his hand fast and easy against her, and as she clenched around him in orgasm, he shoved deep in her and let go, shuddering as he came, feeling her body unravel around him in deep, rhythmic waves.