Page 55 of Must Love Dogs… and Hockey

He reaches out a hand and slides it around the back of my neck, beneath my hair. Shivers cascade down my spine as he pulls me toward him and kisses me again. Our mouths wet and tasting like cabernet, we melt together. Heat ripples in my belly.

“You taste amazing.” He kisses one corner of my mouth, then my cheek. “Like blackberries and spice.”

“Mmm.” I tip my head to give him access and his lips graze over my jaw, my earlobe, the side of my neck. Pinpoints of sensation move over my skin and slide down my spine. “You taste so good too.”

“Wanna taste you everywhere.” He sucks gently on the skin where my neck joins my shoulder.

Flames burst low in my belly. Oh God. “I want you to.”

He lifts his head and peers intently into my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nod, knowing he’s checking in, appreciating it, and wanting him to know I’m definitely consenting.Definitely.

He takes my wineglass and sets both on the dresser, then turns back to me and eases me toward the bed. “Do you think there’s enough pillows here?”

I laugh softly. “We can get rid of them.” I sweep some onto the floor then pick up two more and toss them across the room. With his hands on my waist, he sits on the bed, then lies down, lifting me on top of him.

I stretch out, loving the contact against his body from my aching breasts pressed against his chest, all the way down to our thighs. He runs his hands over me, squeezes my ass as we kiss, and I frame his face with my palms. Our mouths slide, tongues tangle, and we’re both making soft moaning noises. Then he takes one of my hands, his eyes fastened on my face, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it.

God. My bones are dissolving I’m so turned on. We kiss again, my hand still in his, pressed to his chest. Then he slides his other hand into my hair and cups the back of my head, tilting it for a deeper kiss. I tug his shirt out from his pants and slip my hand under it. I want skin…hot, smooth, sexy skin. He feels so good, so firm and taut. I want to feel more and, daringly, I skim my hand down, lower, over the bulge behind his fly. Dear God, he’s enormous, so hard and hot. He groans, and I push back and up onto my knees, straddling one of his big thighs. He reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt.

Our eyes meet and hold and I give him a tiny nod. My body is pulsing, burning up. He lifts my shirt and I raise my arms in the air to allow him to slowly remove it. My nipples tingle, my skin prickles all over, and my breasts swell. He leans up to kiss my stomach and my heart lurches when his mouth moves between my breasts as the shirt goes up. My breasts are right at his eye level.

He tosses the shirt to the floor and studies me, his eyes dark and heavy lidded. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says hoarsely, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses between my breasts again, then turns his face, nips at the inside of one, and licks the nipple. My entire body seizes with delight. He kisses my nipples, then tugs one into his mouth. I feel it right between my legs and I can’t stop the greedy, needy noise that spills from my lips, my head falling back. He continues to suck and lick and nibble, and even moves back to admire my breasts, and I’m on fire, burning up. He presses his face between the full curves like he never wants to leave.

A whining noise makes us both freeze.

At the same time, we turn to peer over the side of the bed. Otis sits there, stubby tail quivering. Then Easton and I look back at each other. A giggle slips from my mouth. His lips quirk.

He looks back at Otis. “Go lie down, Otis.” He waves a hand. “Lie down. Good boy.”

Otis sadly pads over to the rug in front of the mirror.

“Mood killer?” Easton asks.

“No.” I bite my lip on a smile, then bend to kiss his mouth, touching his face, letting my fingertips rasp over his beard stubble. I shift off him and kneel next to him to work his belt and his fly open.

His body vibrates beneath my hands and he mutters, “Christ, Jesus, yes.”

I pull out his cock and it’s alive in my hand, pulsing, soft delicate skin over steel, hot and oh so beautiful. I brush my thumb over the glistening tip, sweep my hair behind my shoulder, and slowly lower my head. Easton drops his own head to the bed as my lips graze over him, and he groans.

I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and lick up and down, then trace my tongue over the firm, sculpted head. My pussy is aching, weeping. Then I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue, tightening my lips around him. His hips jerk.

“I want to touch you. So beautiful.” He reaches out and cups one of my breasts, its fullness filling his palm, his other hand caressing my back, then my arm from my shoulder to my hand. I shiver with pleasure at his slow, sensual touches.

“Need the pants off,” he growls, and we both push his pants and underwear farther down his legs and off, along with his socks. I resume my position to suck him more, eager for more of his clean male taste and the feel of him in my mouth, so strong and thick. His hand finds my ass, still in my flannel PJ bottoms (I can’t believe I’m wearing such awful clothes!) and rubs over it.

I rise back up onto my knees and he pulls down my pajama pants and panties slowly, caressing my skin as he does so, leaving wakes of shivers behind his fingers. He pauses to study my pierced belly button, then the triangle of hair on my mound, then he kisses my stomach. Then he wraps his arms around me and spins me onto my back.

I give a breathless laugh and gaze up at him. His shirt hangs open, and I reach to push it back and off his shoulders. He has to pause to remove the cuff links at his wrists, which he tosses onto the nightstand, then he tugs the sleeves and it too disappears, and now we’re both completely, gloriously naked. It’s my turn to admire him above me—his lean torso, wide shoulders, and rippling muscles—as he moves between my legs. I study the tattoo on his left upper chest—what looks like a hockey team logo, a triangle with two crossed sticks and the word “Warriors.”

“Oh yes…” My body quivers in anticipation of his touch there, and when his lips meet sensitive skin, a hard shudder wracks me. “Oh God!”

He’s still moving leisurely, his lips soft on my lower lips, his tongue sliding over my flesh. I bend my leg up and rest my foot on his back, throwing one arm up over my head and sliding my other hand into his thick, silky hair. Pleasure whips through me, every nerve ending burning. My body undulates as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue over my clit, and I push my hand behind my head to hold it up to watch him.

So beautiful. His eyes closed, thick eyelashes on his cheeks, his mouth working magic, it’s almost unbearable. Throbbing sensations rocket through me. Then his eyes fly open and he’s staring right into mine with a blazing intensity. My heart clutches, then races. I almost can’t breathe. “I want you inside me,” I whisper. “Please. I need it.”

It’s been a long time and I can’t stand the sharp pinch of desire inside me.

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