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There’s that low laugh again, like that isn’t even an option, but sure, he’ll humor me. “Then you can have whatever you want.”
Between my legs, he’s drawing the most intoxicating circles. My head spins.
“You said I should eat what I want,” he adds with a smirk.
I guess I like playing with fire. I guess I forgot how it feels to be burned. Rory’s hands have been on me all night and I’m so worked up, aching between my legs. I’m not thinking straight.
There’s a version of me from months ago who hated Rory, the one who’s screaming at me toshut up now, and I slam the door in her face.
She can wait outside while I make bad choices.
He brings his lips to my ear. “Say yes, Hazel. Let me do something I’ve been thinking about since the day I met you.”
I’m nodding, because consequences be damned. Despite what Rory says, it’s just once.
And I’m really, really curious if Rory will win.
His hand slips out of my leggings and he laughs at my noise of frustration, but then he’s pulling my t-shirt over my head.
His eyes darken as he stares at my breasts, shaking his head. “If you ever thought I wasn’t attracted to you, Hazel,” he tugs one bra cup down and pulls a stiff peak into his mouth, and my back arches as a bolt of pleasure hits me between the legs, “you’re delusional.”
While his mouth is on my nipple, his hands work fast, pushing my leggings down and helping me kick them off before he drops to his knees, looking up at me with a dangerous smile.
“Like this?” I ask as he brushes a kiss on my inner thigh. Self-consciousness streaks through me. I’m standing in front of Rory in two tiny scraps of lace while he’s fully clothed and kneeling in front of me, but the look in his eyes is pure heat, pure bliss, as his hands move over my thighs and waist.
“Mhm.” A trail of soft kisses up my thigh, over my hip. “Exactly like this. Want to see you in what I bought.”
He slips his hand beneath the front of my panties, drags a thumb over my clit, gaze flicking between my face and his hand, and a moan slips out of me. Sharp pleasure courses through me as he winds me higher, and I claw at the door with my nails for something to hold on to.
“Put your hands in my hair,” he tells me in a low voice, and when I do, he makes a pleased noise. His thumb is unrelenting and firm, stroking over me, winding the coil around the base of my spine tighter.
Rory touching my clit is beyond incredible—the pressure and speed are perfect, and seeing this big hockey player on the floor in front of me, looking at my body with reverence, feeds my bruised ego and confidence. His eyes meet mine, and the corner of his mouth lifts.
“Rory.” It’s a desperate plea because, holy hell, Rory Miller is so fucking hot, and I’m soaked.
“Holy fuck, I like that,” he says, spreading my wetness over me, swirling, winding me higher. “I like it when you say my name like that, Hazel.”
His fingers slide lower, push inside me, and my eyes roll back as the intense feeling rolls through me.
“Fuck,” I gasp. I’m so full, and it’s only his fingers. What’s it going to be like when it’s him inside me? I’m going to break in half.
“Tell me it’s good, Hazel.”
“It’s fine at best,” I choke out, wanting to tease him even now, but he laughs, and his fingers hook against a spot that makes my vision blur.
Who am I kidding? I’d say anything to make him keep going.
“It’s good,” I rush out. “It’s so good. Your hand is incredible, Rory.”
He makes that pleased humming noise of approval again, and my muscles clench around his fingers.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
With a big arm around my hips, he hooks my panties aside, pulls me toward his mouth, and licks a long line up my seam. Pleasure ripples through me. I should be embarrassed at the needy, desperate noise that stutters out of me, but I’m not. I don’t care.
“I knew I’d love that,” he growls, and I clench again. His fingers are huge, and my muscles ache around them in the most mind-bending, pleasant way as he slowly strokes in and out of me.
His tongue swirls on my clit, and I’m lost, spinning out. Everything is tightening, tensing, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. Rory’s lips close over my clit and his eyes meet mine as he sucks. He lets out the same groan he did earlier tonight when he was eating, that satisfied, ravenous sound that sends electricity through my limbs.
