Page 47 of Claiming Her Cougar
From the corner of my eye, I see Mom wrap Mallory in a hug.Mallory is several inches taller, so she bends a bit to accept it and hugs her back.I’m glad my mother likes Mallory.She couldn’t stand Tiffany, the last real girlfriend I had back when I was in college.She was polite to her, but she wasn’t warm.Nothing like how she’s been with Mallory since the moment they met.
She never said anything, but I think she blames Tiffany for my accident.If she hadn’t insisted I come home to take her to that party, we wouldn’t have been on the road—but that’s not fair to her.The accident wasn’t her fault.It was my choice to come home to appease her.But wecanblame her for dumping me when it was obvious I’d no longer be a hockey star.With maturity and experience, I know now I never loved her, but back then, it was just another loss I suffered, and it hurt like hell.
Thank goodness she dumped me.I shudder to think what life would be like being shackled to her.The thought of missing out on Mallory is so distressing, I rub a hand over the ache in my heart.
I wave goodbye as they leave, and Mallory graciously walks them out.I continue to skate my drill under her appreciative gaze.After shooting the puck into the net, I reenact my old goal celly of gliding on one knee and pumping my fist to make her giggle.It’s a sweet sound, and I skate over to where she’s standing, hoping to resume what we were doing before my family popped in.
“He shoots, he scores!”she says with a grin.
I wink.“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“I may be able to help make that happen,” she purrs.“Do you have a change of clothes?”
“Yeah.In my car.”
“Good.I need a shower after my run.Care to join me?”
All the skating drills in the world couldn’t distract Liam Jr.from that invitation.
“Hell yes,” I growl.“Let me get these skates off.”
18
MALLORY
If I didn’t seehim take off his skates with my own two eyes, I’d assume his skates evaporated off his feet, considering how fast Liam had his sneakers on and was holding my hand as we rushed through the band of trees separating the rink from my house.
“Wow, Mallory, this is nice,” he says as we enter my kitchen through the back door.
“Thanks, I’ll give you the tour.”I spin to press a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away before he can deepen it and derail my train of thought.“Later.First, I want to show you upstairs.”I tug his hand to lead him up the back staircase.“Especially my shower.”
Chuckling, Liam follows me upstairs and down the hallway into my bedroom.Its blue-and-yellow color scheme always makes me feel like I’m outside on a sunny spring day with soft sunlight warming my skin.It makes me happy.I carried the theme over to my bathroom with the daisy shower curtain and yellow towels.It’s a very feminine space, but Liam doesn’t look silly here.He belongs.I turn on the shower, and we kiss hungrily, removing each other’s clothes.I reach into the vanity drawer for some condoms, and Liam’s ardent gaze follows my actions.
“I like the idea, but the next time I fuck you, it’s going to be in a bed.We deserve it,” he murmurs against my neck as he gives a gentle nip and then presses a soothing kiss to the spot.
I am so wet, and it has nothing to do with the steam coming from the shower.I peel my shirt off over my head and admire the broad chest Liam exposes when his shirt follows mine to the floor.Our first encounter in Vegas was all about our sexy bits fitting together.We didn’t have the opportunity, or the lighting, to see each other’s bodies and admire them.I’m sorry I missed that.The reflection in the hotel room window during our call didn’t do justice to what I have here in front of me today.
He is glorious, with his broad shoulders and firm pecs covered by a light dusting of brown hair.I’m so glad he doesn’t shave his chest bare.I appreciate thoughtful manscaping as much as the next girl.No one wants to be boinking Chewbacca, but I want some hair to show that I’m with a grown man.Maybe it’s the dormant shifter genes in me, but I appreciate a bit of manly fur in certain spots.No back hair, but a bit of chest hair to run my fingers through is nice.
I refocus to follow the light trail of hair down his tight abs to where it’s hidden by the waistband of his athletic pants.They need to come off.Now.He’s kicking off his sneakers while reaching to remove my pants too.Eventually we’re down to our underwear—black zip-front sports bra and cotton panties for me, navy-blue boxer briefs for him.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says reverently, resting his hands on my cotton-clad hips and pulling me toward him.His boxers contain his heavy erection, but it still presses against my belly as he moves his hands from my hips to the cheeks of my ass.I’m wearing the least sexy undies I own, but I feel like a goddess nonetheless.
“May I?”he asks, reaching for the zipper of my sports bra.I nod, grateful I chose this one, so there were no awkward contortions trying to get out of a pullover sports bra.I’m a full-figured woman—my sports bras serve a purpose and are feats of engineering.They aren’t decorative.The rasp of the zipper lowering joins the sound of the water flowing in the shower.The look of lust and awe that comes over Liam’s face when he sees my naked breasts for the first time is something I’ll remember forever.Glancing in the mirror, I can see the seam lines from the bra pressed in my skin, but in this moment I don’t care.The flush crawling up my chest is from desire, not embarrassment.
I shimmy out of my panties as Liam shucks his boxer briefs.Wow.I’ve had the man inside me.I’m well aware he’s been blessed with length and girth.I just wasn’t expecting his cock to be so…pretty.That’s such a ridiculous thing to say.Penises are big, jutting, curved to the left, whatever.They aren’t pretty.But his is.It’s straight and proud, bobbing a bit toward his belly button like an excited racehorse ready to enter the starting gate.The vein that runs along the shaft to the broad head of his erection—oh lord, I can’t believe I used a phrase right out of a romance novel—is prominent and just so manly.
“Come on.”I grab his hand and open the door to the shower.The steam billows out around us.“Time to get cleaned up so we can get dirty.”
The warm water rains down on us, and I revel in it.Liam’s body is glorious, with the water cascading over his muscles.I can see the feline grace of his body now and, man, I want him.Shower first, then sexy times.
Strong hands flex on my hips, pulling me closer to his body.
“You are so sexy,” Liam rasps, placing passionate kisses along my shoulder and up my neck.
Even though we’re under the warm spray of the shower, goosebumps break out on my skin from his kisses.
“You’re pretty hot yourself, cowboy.”I tilt my head so he can better access my neck for his kisses.
