Wrapped in her bathrobe, Kristen curled up in the corner of her sofa, once again facing Will, who’d sat in the other corner. They each had a fresh vodka soda, with an emphasis on the vodka, because what the hell had even happened tonight?
There was no way she could have known the hot guy in the gray Henley reading a biography of Abigail Adams in a Boston bar was the man her father and brother hated more than anybody else. Hating Cross Lecroix was like the family legacy—any night the Marauders lost sucked, but if Lecroix’s Harriers also lost their game, it wasn’t all bad.
Trying to wrap her mind around Will and the notorious Cross being the same man had her sipping her drink again, watching him over the rim of her glass.
“You’re not going to run your mouth, are you?” she asked after a few minutes of sitting in silence that was more contemplative than awkward.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re not going to use this as some kind of trash-talking weapon in your hockey war with my brother, are you?”
He looked so shocked and offended, she almost felt bad for voicing her concerns. “Okay, I get that we don’t actually know each other all that well, so I’m not going to get mad about that, but no. I wouldn’t do that to you. Or to him, to be honest. Family’s a line you shouldn’t cross.”
“Okay. It’s just that I have a very conservative boss, and I’m up for a promotion I’ve worked my ass off to get. The last thing I need is to be caught in some one-night-stand sex scandal with the most hated athlete in the city.”
“Maybe not themosthated athlete.” He scowled. “Probably top five, though.”
“You’re top three on a good day. And you getting caught defiling Erik Burke’s little sister would totally knock the other two out of contention.”
“Defiling?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sureyoudefiledme.”
“Possibly.” She shrugged, and her robe slipped down her shoulder a little. She was going to fix it, but Will’s dark eyes locked on the skin it revealed, and she left it alone. “It was something of a mutual defiling, but I doubt Boston hockey fans will see it that way.”
“So, what now?”
That was a good question. If she had any sense, she’d not only tell him to call an Uber but make him wait in the lobby for it. Then she should forget she’d ever met the man, because nothing good could come from letting this situation go on.
But he was already here. She’d already had sex with the official family nemesis, so what harm could a littlemoresex do?
“I think, when you’re done with your drink, we should go back in the bedroom and finish what we started.”
He downed the last of the drink in three swallows and set the glass on the coaster. “I’m done.”
Since she was naked under the robe and he was only wearing boxer briefs, they didn’t waste any time hitting the sheets. But the rush stopped there, apparently, because Will once again took his time lavishing his attention on pretty much every part of her body. At first, impatience distracted her—she really wanted his dick inside of her right now—but his mouth and hands were hard to resist and finally she let herself relax and revel in the feeling of being worshipped.
But when he finally reached for the condom, she waited until he had it in his hand, and then she shoved at his shoulder and laughed as he rolled onto his back.
“You in a hurry?”
“You have other plans?” he responded as she straddled him.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” And she set about seeing how patienthecould be.
She kissed his throat and his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipple before continuing down his body. His breath caught audibly when she reached the soft skin of his lower abdomen, and she grinned at him before sliding her palm up the length of his erection. His dick twitched against her hand, and she curled her fingers around it so she could close her mouth over the tip.
He groaned, maybe cursed, as she sucked in his length. She gripped him with one hand while she splayed the other over his stomach, holding him still. His body trembled when she stopped to run her tongue from base to tip before taking him in her mouth again.
It wasn’t long before he growled and, taking her under the armpits, hauled her up the bed. She laughed and rolled away from him, but he caught her and jerked her onto her knees, giving her a sharp slap on the ass.
“Hey! Just in case you get carried away, my safe word isicing.” She turned her head so she could see him and laughed at the look he gave her. “Hey, it makes sense. Like you overshot my comfort zone.”
“I don’t get carried away. Also, that’s a pretty strange safe word for a woman who hates hockey.”
“It’s individualized, just for you. And it amuses me to think you’ll never play hockey again without remembering how it feels to fuck me.”
His hand fisted in her hair, and he pulled her face close to his, arching her back so his mouth was near her ear. “I’ll be lucky if I can ever close my eyes again without remembering how it feels to fuck you.”
Then she felt his hand brush against her clit before he drove into her from behind. She cried out and couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure when he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust again. His hand was still tangled in her hair and he pulled it, making her push hard against him.
