Page 95 of One Last Shot

“Like I told you before, I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for. Just because I know what I want this to be, what I’ve always wanted it to be between us, doesn’t mean that I expect you to be in the same place mentally or emotionally. I understand why work has to come first right now,” I tell her, because hockey has always had to come first for me. Even when Stella first came to live with me, I couldn’t just not show up for games or practices. I had to learn both balance and compromise, and she will too, eventually. “I’m okay with long-distance, if that’s what you’re comfortable with. But Petra, I have to know that you see the possibility ofsomefuture between us. Even if you have no idea what that could look like or how it could work out, I need to know that’s what you want, or there’s no point in us moving forward.”

She slides her foot up my thigh and sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “Yes, I see a future. Even though I have no idea what it will look like, and even though it scares the shit out of me to trust you.”

“I swear to you,” I say, leaning forward and taking her hand, “I will do everything in my power to protect your heart. I know I screwed up once. I willnotmake that mistake again.”

Her breath hitches and she opens her mouth to say something but the waitress arrives with my credit card slip right then. There’s so much heat in Petra’s eyes, I can’t wait to get her home. My signature at the bottom of the slip is an illegible scrawl, and I slide her sandal back onto her foot and usher her out of there as quickly as possible.

CHAPTER24

PETRA

I’m not sure my front door is even fully shut before my back is slammed against it. Aleksandr’s knee is between my legs as he trails hungry kisses down my neck to my collarbone, leaving a fresh burst of lust in his wake. His impatience thrills me. Everything I did from the moment we walked out of that restaurant was meant to torture him. The way I turned and pressed my breasts into him when I kissed him on the sidewalk. The way I brushed the back of my hand across his crotch as I reached for the car door. The way my fingers trailed up and down the inside of his thigh in the back seat on the way to my place.

I roll my hips forward, sliding my center along the ridge of his thigh. His huge legs are insanely built, thick bands of muscle that reflect how hard he works his body every day. He presses into me, the hard line of his erection pushing into me.

I move to slide my hand in between us, eager to feel him again. But in response, he grasps each of my wrists in his hands and brings them up, pinning them over my head against the door with one of his enormous hands.

He steps back half a foot and looks at me, naked lust making his eyes into a twisting riot of steel.I will never tire of seeing him look at me like this. The thought makes my stomach flip over angrily. I don’t do forever. And yet ...

“This is better,” he says as he appraises my position trapped against the door. “But maybe it would be better without the dress, no?”

Yes, my body screams, but I just raise my eyebrow, daring him to undress me. He slips one hand behind me and gently works the zipper down, and the strapless dress falls away, landing in a puddle at my feet. His sharp intake of breath is his only visible reaction, but as his eyes slide down my body, taking in my nakedness, I glance down below his buckle and sure enough, his dick is straining toward me even bigger and harder than before.

“Could you possibly be any sexier?” he asks approvingly when his eyes finally meet mine.

“I’d be even sexier without my thong,” I say. He uses the tips of his fingers to move the straps of my underwear over each hip, where they fall down my legs. I step out of both the thong and the dress and kick them to the side so I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my heels.

He steps closer to me and trails the tip of his nose down the ridge of mine before tilting his head and capturing my lips with his. The kiss is gentle, like he has all the time in the world to appreciate my body. As he parts my lips with his tongue, his free hand slides up my hip and along my ribcage until he cups my breast in his palm. When his thumb finds my pebbled, aching nipple, I moan into his mouth and that small sound seems to unleash a beast.

His kisses turn hard and insistent, his thumb slides over my nipple again and again until I’m wrapping my leg around his lower back to bring him closer to me. My hips tilt up to meet his thrust for thrust, but I don’t want the stiff fabric of his jeans, I want the silky smoothness of his body.

I turn away from the kiss, mumbling “Take your pants off.” His lips are already kissing that sensitive spot behind my earlobe and I can feel myself getting even wetter in response. I need him inside me now.

He trails his hand from my breast down my sternum, the rough pads of his fingers leaving a trail of fire as he slides them over my stomach and down to my center. He slides a finger along my crease, but even as my hips move toward him, he doesn’t enter me. He brings a finger, slick with my juices, up between our faces. “How long have you been like this?”

“It started when you were rubbing my feet in the restaurant,” I tell him, though our serious conversation was a bit of a buzz kill for my arousal. “And then it really kicked up a notch in the car. I wanted to climb on top of you and fuck you right there in the back seat. I bet the driver wouldn’t have cared.”

“Jesus, Petra,” he hisses between clenched teeth. He’s working hard to maintain his self-control, and I’d do just about anything to break him down, including telling him a story.

“Could you imagine?” I ask. “I could have just swung my leg over your hip and slid my underwear aside.” He plunges two fingers into me, stroking deep and hard, how he knows I like it. “I was already so wet, I could have slid down your cock, taking you inside me easily.” I rock my hips toward him to meet the rhythm his fingers are setting. “My breasts would have been at the same level as your face, you could have just slid the top of my dress down and taken my nipple in your mouth.”

He’s panting, soft breaths meeting my neck, and they turn to a groan as he pushes his erection against my hip as he plunges his fingers into me over and over. “And what would the driver have thought?”

“I mean honestly,” I say, imagining the scene, “he’d probably have been jerking off to the sounds I’d have made.”

“Why does the thought of having sex with you in front of someone else turn me on?” he muses.

I don’t actually know. I’ve never before thought of having sex in front of an audience, but for some reason, this is turning me on as well. “Because it’s hot.”

“You’re fucking unreal,” he says as he pushes his fingers deeper into me, stroking the spot he knows will send me over the edge. The heel of his hand is pressed against my clit and I am so close. His lips crash into mine again, his tongue plunging inside and dominating my mouth. With each stroke of his tongue against mine and his fingers against the walls of my core, he brings me closer and closer to release. And then it’s there, an explosion of sensation that ricochets through my body. I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids and I’m moaning, almost screaming, into his mouth, but he doesn’t let up one bit. He milks that orgasm out of me until my legs hardly work and it feels like the only thing holding me up is his hand between my legs.

“I need you to stand by yourself,” he whispers into my ear. I laugh at the thought, certain I’m about to collapse. “Just for five seconds,” he says.

I nod, my eyes still closed, and lean back against the door to support myself. With one of his hands still holding mine above my head, I know I won’t fall. But then he lets them go, and I bring them down to my sides, rolling my shoulders. Already there’s an aching need inside me that only he can fill.

I hear him undo his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper. I open my eyes halfway to watch him slide his pants and briefs down his legs in one smooth motion. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side where he’s kicked his pants. And then he takes his erection in his hand, sliding his fist over himself twice. I didn’t think he could get any harder or larger than he was, but I was wrong. I lick my lips as I watch the scene, and my nipples tingle with anticipation. I want this man like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. It’s the same feeling every single time we’re together, like I will never be able to get enough of him.

He steps back to me and lifts one of my legs up so my knee is at his hip. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his head to me so I can kiss him, and when I do, he lifts my other leg and slides himself into me in one smooth motion. With my legs wrapped around his hips and one of his forearms under my ass, he pulls out and then careens into me. I’ve never felt stretched open this wide and I’ve never been so deliciously full. I rock my hips to meet him thrust for thrust and he dips his head, trailing his tongue around one nipple before taking the other in his mouth and sucking hard. Long, pulling kisses brings my nipple deep into his mouth and it’s like there’s a lightning rod connecting my nipple and my core as both begin to pulse.

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