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"You're making it damn hard to concentrate over here."
"Good," she hums against my skin, dragging her teeth down the tendon in my neck.
I growl, nearly ripping the fucking door off the hinges in my haste to get her through it. It slams behind us. I pause long enough to lock it and then charge for the bedroom.
Her teeth close around the shell of my ear, delivering a stinging bite.
We fall in a tangle of arms and legs onto the bed. She isn't content to let me lead. She's eager to explore, running her hands all over me. Touching me like I've been doing to her for the last couple days.
I growl, arching upward as her hand brushes my cock through my sweats. "You're killing me."
"Yeah?" She likes knowing that. "Take them off, Noah. I want to see you."
"You first."
She shrugs and strips her shirt off over her head. I swallow hard when her bra immediately follows.
Somehow, she keeps getting even more beautiful every damn time I see her. It shouldn't be statistically possible, but she just gets more perfect. I'm so in love with her its ridiculous. I'm not ashamed of it, though. She could bring me to my knees with a crook of her finger and I'd happily kneel.
I strip down too, giving her what she wants. To see me. Her eyes eat me alive as I pull my shirt off and then drag my sweats down. She reaches out, running her hand down my abdomen toward my cock. There's no missing him. He's a hard bastard, pointing heavenward.
"Fuck," I groan, arching into her touch.
"You're beautiful," she says simply. Her other hand traces the tattoo running down my thigh. "I thought the hockey puck was the only one."
"No. It's the only one I regret," I say. "This is the one that matters."
"What is it?"
"A little piece of everywhere I've played," I murmur. "I've added something to it to represent every team I've played with."
She runs her gaze across it, looking at each individual piece of the whole. "The yellow and black flowers on the mountain," she murmurs. "That's for the Yellowjackets."
"It is."
"Why a clock face?" She cranes her neck to read the time displayed on it.
"It's nineteen minutes and three seconds."
"Why that time?"
"I started playing when I was three. I was drafted when I was nineteen." I pause. "When you let me put a ring on your finger, I'll have an hour hand." As far as I'm concerned, that'll be the crowning moment of my life, the most important team I'll ever join.
"Noah," she whispers, her expression softening.
I seize the opportunity and sit up, dragging her down beneath me. Her eyes flutter closed on a sigh of surrender as I kiss my way down her body, stripping her panties as I go. Her legs fall open, the invitation clear.
Her bare pussy peeks from between her thick thighs, making my dick throb. I swear, I'm obsessed with it. How sweet she tastes. How wet she gets. How fucking pink it is. Every time she lets me see it, I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping between her legs.
I place little kisses all over her thighs, taking my time with her. Her scent fills my lungs, drowning me in desire. If I died with my tongue between her legs, I wouldn't regret a goddamn second of it.
"Noah, please," she pleads as sweetly as ever. "I need you."
I take pity on her and toss her legs over my shoulder, licking her from top to bottom. Her taste hits my system as powerfully as ever. Jesus Christ. I could write poetry to this pussy.
She rocks her hips against me, mewling as I eat her like I've got all day. Shit, as far as I'm concerned I do. This right here is the only item on my agenda for the rest of the day. Her honey spills across my tongue in reward for my efforts.
I lick up every drop, savoring it. Worshipping her. My tongue runs in circles around her clit before I suck each juicy lip into my mouth. I release them with a pop, thrusting my tongue into her tight hole.
