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“I missed you,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against my stomach, hands flexing on my ass. “Did you miss me, Hazel?”
I shouldn’t have, but I did.
“Yes,” I admit.
He presses a kiss to my stomach, flicking his hot gaze up to me. “Good.”
He pulls me into his lap, one hand spanning the width of my thigh to keep me there and the other roaming my body, smoothing over the low back of my bodysuit, the high-cut thighs, the thin satin straps. I cling to him, watching his look of hot admiration as his hand rakes over me.
Having a hockey superstar look at me like this is doingincrediblethings for my confidence.
“This one was a good choice,” he says in a low voice, playing with the strap, dragging his fingers over my neckline.
Through the thin fabric, my nipples pinch. I press a kiss to Rory’s neck, the stubble prickling under my lips. “You have great taste.”
He stares at me, eyebrows lifting with that constant, steady, teasing smile, like he has a secret. “I know.”
I pull him down to kiss me, and a soft moan slips out of me as he coaxes me open, tasting me, exploring and claiming my mouth.
“Better?” I whisper between kisses.
“Uh.” Another pained noise in his throat, a frown between his brows. “Not really.” He pulls me harder against him, and I feel the thick, hard length pressing into my stomach.
My breath catches, and warm pressure squeezes at the apex of my thighs. My hand comes to his and I place his palm against my breast, urging him on. Everything inside me tightens when his fingers find the stiff peak, toying and tugging and rolling and driving me absolutely fucking nuts.
He shakes his head, staring at my breasts with a look of awe. “Your tits are beautiful.”
I laugh, even as I’m coiling up with need. “What about now?” I ask again, biting back a moan as he toys with my nipples. “Is this better?”
“No.”
“What would make it better, Rory?” I don’t know why I’m acting like this, trying to find out what would satisfy him.
His hand slides between my legs, and I suck in a breath and let it out on a moan as his fingers press and circle my clit over the damp lace.
“Hartley, you’re drenched.”
CHAPTER48
HAZEL
I pressmy lips together to hold in the moan as his hand works exactly the way I need. My face is buried in his neck, huffing in his scent as his hand massages my pussy into another state of consciousness.
“Still feeling jealous?” My voice is thin as he slips his fingers beneath the fabric, and our moans mingle as he drags friction over my clit. “Oh my god,” I breathe against his warm skin. Heat builds under his fingers, swirling and gathering at his touch, and I see my release on the horizon.
He makes a low, pleased noise, hand working steadily with flat fingers, wide and firm circles, exactly the way I touch myself. I don’t know how the hell he knows.
“This is helping,” he says.
“Good.” My lips run up his jaw to his ear. “Keep going, then.”
He reaches over his shoulder and pulls his shirt off before shooting me another knowing grin and getting back to work with his hand between my legs. “Give you something pretty to look at while I get you off.”
So sure of himself. It only drives me higher. His fingers swirl and the spring of tension around the base of my spine winds tighter and tighter.
“Only one thing will really help, though,” he murmurs.
His fingers sink into me, and every nerve in my body lights up. I can’t think, I can’t speak other than the breathy, needy noises slipping out of me, and I stare wide-eyed into Rory’s eyes as he pushes his long fingers into me, not even giving my body time to accommodate him.
