Page 6 of Stalked By the Hockey Player

A dark thrill runs through me at his words. I don't know what to think, but as his lips find mine again, I give in to the blistering desire coursing through my veins.

My pulse races as Tyler deepens the kiss. I know I should stop this, but the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips devouring mine is intoxicating.

He pins me against the wall, the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me. I arch into him, craving more. Needing to feel his skin against mine.

Tyler growls and lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carries me down the hall and into the lockerroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

"Are you going to let me have you, swee Emila?" Tyler lays me on the bench and braces himself over me, eyes dark with lust.

Heat floods my cheeks even as anticipation unfurls inside me. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, my silent answer.

Our kisses turn frantic and messy, all teeth and tongue. Tyler's hands slide under my shirt again, palming my breasts over my bra. I gasp into his mouth, desire coiling tight within me.

He tears his lips from mine and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I tilt my head back with a soft moan, giving him more access.

"God, the sounds you make," he rasps. "I could listen to them all night."

His words make me blush, but I pull him back to my mouth anyway. I don't want to think about anything except Tyler's touch and the pleasure that's building inside me.

Right now, that's all that matters.

With a groan, Tyler pulls back from me, and helps me sit.

My cheeks flush in embarrassment. Did I really almost let him take my virginity right here? A guy a barely know with no questions asked?

"Stop it," he tells me as if he can read my mind. "You're perfect. So perfect that I don't want to do this here. I want to take my time with you, sweet angel. And, sadly, I don't have time to do everything I need to do to you before I have to hit the ice for the last half of the game."

His words comfort me, and I smile up at him.

A buzzer sounds, signalling it's time for him to get back on the ice. He cups my face in his hand and presses another firm kiss against my lips. "Don't you dare go anywhere. Wait for me?

I nod, and he leads me back out to the stands before he takes his position on the ice again.

He plays with even more vigor than before, wowwing all the spectators in the stand—me included. By the time the game is over and Tyler makes a beeline to me, I'm just as starstuck by him as everyone else in the rink.

Tyler makes his way over to where I'm standing, leaning against the wall. "You waited," he says, voice tinged with wonder.

"I told you I would." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly shy under the intensity of his gaze. "You were amazing out there."

"Yeah?" He shifts his weight, seeming almost nervous. "I'm glad you saw that goal in the last period. I was thinking of you when I scored."

My breath catches at his words. "Really?"

Tyler nods. "I've been thinking about you all week, Emila." He reaches out and cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the day I first saw you."

Heat flares inside me. I lean into his touch, heart pounding. "Me too," I admit in a whisper.

"Good." Tyler's eyes darken. "Because I want more of you. Much more."

My lips part at the promise in his voice. "Tyler..."

He cuts me off with a searing kiss, one hand sliding around my waist to pull me flush against him. I moan into his mouth, sparks igniting throughout my body. We break apart, breathless, and Tyler rests his forehead against mine.

"Come back to my place?" His voice is rough with need. "I want to make you dinner, get to know you better. If you want to, that is."

I smile, tracing his lower lip with my thumb. "I'd like that."

Tyler's answering grin lights up his whole face. He takes my hand and leads me out of the rink, and I go willingly into the night with him.

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