“And you’re”—her eyes scan down my body—“verydistracting.”
I click my tongue, leaning down toward her as I murmur, “Tsk-tsk-tsk. Well, if it’s for the well-being of the team, how can I say no?”
“Just a taste,” she mutters into my parted lips. “Just once.”
“Just once,” I exhale almost inaudibly, closing all distance between us.
I seal my lips against hers. She groans as our lips roll together, and my dick twitches in response to the sweet sound. Taking control, she separates the seam of my lips with the tip of her tongue. Mine finds hers instantly, and they dance together as my fingers grip the wall by her head.
God, I need her more than I need to breathe. More than I need hockey. More than I need to win. I just needher.
“Please,” she whimpers between kisses, her hands finding my chest and pushing me backward into the room.
Rounding my hands over her hips, I scoop her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist, as if they had a thousand times before. My lips find her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck to the top of her collarbone, where my tongue traces the line that disappears beneath her shirt.
Dropping a knee onto the bed, I lower her down while pressing my lips back up her neck, her hands sinking into my hair. She tugs slightly, and I think I might combust.
Pulling back, I find her flushed and her breathing fast. “You are so goddamn sexy. I don’t know if one taste is going to be enough.”
She bites her smirk, staring at me with hooded eyes. “You’ll get more … if youwin.”
“If?” I chuckle. “And if I don’t?”
She grins, leaning forward and casually undoing the buttons of my shirt. “Then I guess you’ll have to find some other way to earn this.” She pushes my shirt off of my shoulders before trailing her hand between her legs, up her stomach. “And these.” She works higher until she sucks her finger in her mouth before popping it out and pointing to her lips. “Andthis.”
Images of her mouth around my cock with my hand buried in her hair flood my vision.
Reaching down, I palm my dick, and her gaze follows, her eyebrow kicking up.
“You think this will fit between those pretty lips?”
Taking my challenge and doubling it, she stretches her arm out and flattens her fingers against my dick, rubbing it up the length. I can’t even tease her without her turning it right back on me.
“Maybe we should find out? You get a taste of whatever you want.” Her confidence wavers ever so slightly, but she gets it back as I rock against her hand. “And I get mine.”
Sitting up, I flick my arms and let the shirt drop until I can peel my wrists out of it. Her hands fall to her dress shirt, working the buttons undone from top to bottom, revealing pink lace hiding underneath.
“You don’t have to do a single thing to me tonight—you realize that, right?” I assure her, unbuckling my belt and dropping it to the floor before popping the button on my pants so my erection can at least breathe.
She relaxes into herself more, the sexiest arrogance in her stare. “I know. But what if I want to?”
My dick pulses. “Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want to me.”
Reaching behind her back, she unhooks her bra and shrugs her shoulders, letting it fall to expose her tits. “Good. Because I really do want to find out how far that’ll fit down my throat.”
I inhale and grunt at her confession. Holy hell, she is ruining me.
I’m not going to last more than five seconds in her mouth.
As I drop my pants to my ankles, she watches me, studying every movement as I hook my thumbs in my boxers and push them down, my hard-on springing free. Her eyes track it, swinging up and down as it bobs between us.
She wets her lips and sticks her hand out, palm up. I give her what she wants, stepping forward until my dick brushes against her hand.
Turning her hand over, she wraps her fingers around me, and she pumps from my tip to my base, making the floor fall out from under me.
“Holy fuck.”
Giggling, she hums, her voice raspy, “God, you’re soreactive.”
