Page 50 of Hard to Get

“Oh. Okay. Got it.”

“Tell me about your tattoos.” I stroke my fingertips over his shoulder, studying the ink.

“Not much to tell.” He flips over onto his back. “I just like them. This one is the Brandon Elk.”

“And this is obviously for the Orcas.” I trace a black killer whale.

“Yeah. I always liked whales. I thought it meant something good when I got drafted by them.” He makes a bitter-sounding grunt.

My lungs squeeze. I run a hand over his chest. “It can’t all be bad.”

“No. I was thrilled to get drafted. And thrilled that it was in my home town. That never happens. The years I played in Abbotsford were great. We had a good group of guys. I was excited when I got called up to play for the Orcas. My first season was good, too. Then everything went to shit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” He turns his head on the pillow to look at me. “I’m trying to be better this year. More accountable.”

I remember him talking about that. “How are you doing that?”

He purses his lips, then rolls toward me. “You know what? I don’t want to talk about hockey in bed with a sexy, gorgeous woman.” He kisses me. “I want to do more of this.”

“Mmmm.” I kiss him back.

This is more than a kiss. The feel of him, the taste of him, it’s like a drug. It’s flowing through my veins and making me high. He sucks on my tongue, licks my bottom lip, kisses me again and I can’t get enough, I want to take all of him inside me and hold him there. And I’m not sure that would even be enough.

I barely know this man but somehow, we’re connecting in a way I’ve never experienced.

“This time, we can take it slow.” He pushes the covers back and rolls me over onto my stomach. My belly does a flip flop. There’s a pause and a rustle as he dons the condom.

He kneels behind me and then I feel a soft touch on the back of one knee. I think it’s his nose. Then his mouth, kissing me there. Shivers run over my skin. He trails his nose up the back of my thigh, slowly, teasingly, all the way to the curve of my ass where his mouth presses again. Oh my God.

He lays slow kisses over both my butt cheeks, one hand tracing up the back of my other thigh. He spends long moments like that, caressing my legs, inside my thighs almost to my pussy, kissing my cheeks. I shiver and tingles run over my skin. He shifts off his knees to lie beside me, still stroking up and down, from knees to waist. With my head turned on the pillow, I peek over my shoulder to see him studying me as he pets me. His hair is messed up, his expression focused, and he leans down to kiss the upper curve of one butt cheek again.

A moan leaks from my lips and heat swirls in my bloodstream. As his mouth moves over me, his hand stays between my thighs, edging higher. I’m quivering, my clit aching for touch. But damn him, he stops, running his fingertips up the center of my back. I whimper.

Ah, I need more. I push up and shift onto my side, facing him. His lips quirk. His body is big and muscular next to me, his cock jutting. His attention drops to my breasts briefly before he kisses me, still sliding his hand over my skin, from hip to waist, to ribcage. His mouth moves to my throat, my chest, then my nipple, slowly tugging it into his mouth and releasing it, again and again until my nipples are tender.

“Goddamn, you’re sweet.” He growls out the words as he moves to my waist, kisses me and gently nips there, his hand petting my ass again, then he pushes my top leg over and now I’m flat on my back with his fingers in my pussy. I gasp as he touches there so gently, slicking through my folds, and finally finding my clit. “There. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I reach for his face, cupping his jaw, bringing his head up to mine to kiss him, open-mouthed, tongue-tangling kisses, and I lift my leg again, casting it over his hip. He draws back to watch my face as he reaches over my thigh to find his cock and run the head through my wetness.

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes.”

But he’s still drawing this out, releasing his cock to cradle my butt in his hands again and kissing me.

“Okay, then.” I shove my arm between us so I can hold his cock. His mouth curves against mine, one hand twisting into my hair, the other grabbing my butt to pull my leg higher and open me more to him. I make soft, needy sounds as I gently tug his shaft, trying to get him closer.

He’s partway in. Just the tip. I almost laugh at that but I’m too delirious. “Please.”

I run my hand over one shoulder, enjoying the rounded muscles, glide over his biceps, then curl around the side of his neck. He sucks my nipple again until I’m a mess of frantic sensation, my hips moving involuntarily, still seeking more of him. He cuddles my butt cheek in one hand and moves in small, shallow pulses, teasing me more. Torturing me.

“I’m dying,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”

Our noses are pressed side by side, our breath mingling. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, sliding inside me a little deeper, and again, my patience runs out. I push myself up and over him, straddling him, shifting myself until my knees are up next to his ribs and my pussy is right above his cock, and then I guide him into me, watching his face. His eyes gleam, his lips curve. “Greedy girl.”

I toss my hair back. “I am.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I lower myself all the way, and he’s filling me. “Ohhhh God.”

I lean forward to kiss him and his hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he lifts his hips and his cock slides in… and out. Slow. Lush. Decadent.