Page 36 of Neo

“An honor that I imagine makes her skin crawl.”

“The joke only works because Kennedy is the antithesis of a puck bunny.”

“Right,” I agree.

“Although there’s nothing wrong with a woman wanting a hockey player between her thighs,” he says in a husky voice. “Nothing wrong with that shit at all.”

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I avertmy attention away from the insinuation hanging between us and place my focus on the television as well as the chicken wing in my hand. Neo ends up putting the Game Show Channel on as background noise and as the night continues on, I grow a lot more comfortable talking with him.

His grumpy disposition and good looks seem a lot less imposing now that his lips and fingers are smeared with buffalo sauce and we actually find ourselves frequently laughing as we play along with the contestants on Family Feud.

“You’re a mess,” I say, handing him a napkin during a commercial break. “Wipe your mouth.”

”And you’re sexy as fuck.” He suddenly moves within inches of me and says, “Let me wipe yours.”

He takes the napkin and gingerly wipes the side of my mouth, and something about the tenderness of the gesture makes me shut my eyes. I don’t open them again until his mouth finds mine.

His lips are soft, yet firm as they meet mine with a fiery intensity. My body responds immediately, my nipples hardening as Neo’s hand slides down my back, pulling me closer to him. The taste of hot sauce lingers on his tongue as it dances with mine. I moan softly, unable to resist the want coursing through me.

As we break from the kiss, Neo looks at me with a hunger that sends shivers down my spine and renders me defenseless. I’m doing so many things I shouldn’t.

He effortlessly pulls me onto his lap, as if I don’t weigh a thing, and I allow it. When his hands roam the curves of my body as he kisses my neck, I don’t stop him. And when his teeth graze my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, I inadvertently gasp in delicious delight.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispers huskily in my ear, making my sex starved vagina clench with desire. “And I can tell that you want me too, but I can wait until you’re sure. Tonight, I just want to give you something think about. Make you feel good. So you’ve got a choice, Violet. My fingers or my tongue?”

No man has ever talked to me like this. It’s unnerving. My body responds to every word he says, craving everything he’s offering, but my brain is flashing huge yellow caution signs.

Alert! Use Caution.

“Let me offer you some encouragement while you decide,” he says in a playful voice, probably sensing the inner battle I’m dealing with.

Neo’s hands travel under and up my shirt, cupping my breasts as he kneads them gently. I’m not wearing a bra, which may or may not have been a wise decision. I guess it’s all how you look at it. It feels entirely too good, so I arch my back, giving him better access and now his mouth finds one of my nipples.

“Tongue?” He growls the question as he sucks and tenderly nibbles on it, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core. “Or fingers?”

I’m lost in the moment, my body burning on fire as Neo slides one of his massive hands down my sweats and inside the crotch of my panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he sighs into my ear, and a tuft of his blond hair brushes softly against my face.

My hips writhe as Neo’s skilled touch between my folds sends me higher and higher, my brain foggy with want. It’s been so long that I quickly almost reach climax when my common sense finally kicks in. I have a boyfriend and I almost let a hockey player finger fuck me.

I grab his wrist to stop him.

“Wait–”

All movement immediately stops.

And my poor vagina weeps.

It’s heartbreaking, but necessary.

There’s a reason why Kennedy warned him away from me.She doesn’t need any new friends, Neo.She was probably protecting me from the big bad ice wolf and I need to remember that.

“I guess you’ve decided on an alternate option,” he says, his voice sounding disheartened as he pulls his hand from between my legs and lowers my top.

“Enjoy the couch,” I tell him.

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