Page 30 of Hockey Nanny

And in that moment, a profound, liberating thought bloomed in my mind. What if he’d been right before at the arcade? When he told me I deserved to have a little fun.

A giddy, reckless joy bubbled up inside me. I was done hiding behind professionalism. I was done being afraid of being seen.

Let them look. Let the whole world see. Let them see a woman who was happy and unafraid.

The realization was so powerful, so freeing, it felt like my own climax. I wrapped my arms around his neck, a surge of fierce, confident desire washing over me.

"Don't stop," I whispered.

His eyes widened slightly, sensing the shift in me, the new, bold confidence. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He understood.

Then his hand drifted away again, creating more faint ripples that break our reflections into fragments. I exhaled slowly, trying to retain my composure. It was impossible, and I almost didn’t care.

The water had become its own world. The air around us thick with heat and bubbling light, my pulse syncing with the slow lap licking my bare skin. I felt him there, inches away from my entrance, and my body responded to the proximity with a desperate pulsing in my clit.

“You’re exquisite.”

A droplet of water traced a path from his temple, down the column of his throat, and over the sculpted planes of his chest. My mouth went dry despite being mostly submerged. I watched, hypnotized, as it traveled down the center of his abs to join the rocking motion of the water between us.

I let my palms flatten against his skin, feeling the heat of him and the steady strong beat of his heart under my hand. My touch seemed to shatter his control.

In one fluid motion, he rose from the water and pulled me tightly against him. The world tilted, and then my back was against the smooth tiled edge of the tub, caged by his arms. Water cascaded from both our bodies.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this.”

He dipped his head, his hungry mouth finding my breast again. The sensation, coupled with the heat around them, was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that made me cry out. His hot tongue circled my nipple before sucking it in, lavishing me with attention until a series of quivers took over my body. A strong arm snaked around my waist, holding me up while he worked my other breast, thumb grazing over the nipple in tantalizing synchrony.

The liquid heat of the tub swirled around our legs, a sensual counterpoint to the fire he was stoking between my legs. He kissed a blazing trail down my sternum, my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my bikini bottoms. With one motion, he stripped them from me, exposing me fully to his searing gaze.

Boone crashed his mouth to mine with a possessive hunger that stole my breath. When I opened for him, his tongue slid over mine, knowing exactly how to make me whimper for more.The moment the sound escaped my throat, he smiled against my mouth, and tried to kick off his shorts all the way.

My fingers slid down his slick chest, meeting his kiss with equal fervor and heat as I helped him shove them off, laughing a little when his ankle got tangled in the fabric under the water.

“Shit… wait…” he growled in frustration, then finally kicked free.

Neither of us bothered watching as our clothes floated to the other side of the tub. I didn’t know about him, but I was too preoccupied with the sight of him naked, fully erect and magnificent, silhouetted against the terrace lights. It was almost enough to make me come right there.

He dipped back into the water, his movements deliberate. Strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me back to the center of the tub where the jets were strongest. He turned me, my back to his front, and nestled me between his legs. The warm, churning water caressed me everywhere, but it was nothing compared to the feel of his dick pressed against the small of my back.

His mouth moved to my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there while one hand slid around my waist, other palm flat against my stomach to hold me firmly against him. His hand drifted lower, down into the water, his fingers sliding with an agonizing slowness that made me give a whiny little moan that would’ve embarrassed me if I weren’t so goddamn horny.

“Boone… please...”

“Please what?” he murmured against my ear, his voice a velvety rumble. “You’ll have to be specific. I can’t do anything until you tell me exactly what you want.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but his fingertips brushed against my clit, a feather-light, torturous stroke. Despite my stubbornness, I heard myself pleading with him instead.

“I want— I need you to touch me,” I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder, body arching into his hand.

“I am touching you.”

“No. More.”

His low laughter sent another ripple of arousal coursing through me. “As you wish.”

He gave up the tease instantly. One finger, then two, slid into me, and I cried out, the sound swallowed by the New York skyline. He curled them in a come hither motion, finding that perfect spot with an accuracy that was diabolical, while the pad of his thumb made tight circles over my clit.

The dual assault was devastating. My hips rocked against his hand, meeting his rhythm thrust for thrust. The world narrowed to the steam, the terrace lights, and my own ragged panting. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, a spring wound to its breaking point. His breath came hot on my ear, whispers of filth and praise that pushed me even higher.