Page 16 of Hockey Halloween
He doesn’t answer right away, squeezing my hand. Then he says, “Only if I get to kiss you the rest of the night.”
He declares it so easily, making it the most obvious thing in the world. Like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. I nod nervously and unlock the front door. The lobby is quiet, lit by the flicker of a single wall lamp and the low buzz of the exit sign.
The elevator’s ancient, so we take the stairs to my third floor apartment. We climb up, neither of us speaking, everything between us feeling loud with anticipation. Our hands are still touching and his thumb moves gently over mine.
By the time we reach my floor, the silence between us has shifted to something charged. I fumble with my keys, acutely aware of his presence behind me, close enough to feel but not touching. My entire being shakes slightly as I turn the lock.
Not because I’m nervous. Because I want this. So much more than I expected to. Somehow, I know he’s going to give me exactly what I want and more.
Ford
The second we’re inside her apartment Willa pushes the door closed and grabs the front of my jacket, pulling me in. We’re pressed together, chest to chest, breath to breath. Her gaze burns into mine, full of the same want that’s been clawing at me since the moment we left the club.
“You sure?” I ask, my voice low.
“More than sure.”
I don’t need to hear it twice, backing her toward the living room as my fingers find the edge of her costume. The fabric of the mummy dress clings to her luscious curves, and I can’t wait to see every inch of her without it.
“You have no idea,” I murmur against her mouth, “how much I’ve wanted to unwrap you.”
She laughs, breathy and low, the sound shooting straight to my hardening cock. I bite my lip, peeling away the first strip of gauze from her body. Then another. And another.
She stands still, trusting me, letting me take my time. Which I do, because she’s breathtaking and worthy of all the attention.
Every layer I remove reveals more of her—lush skin, soft dips and swells, strong thighs, the slope of her belly, the curve of her fullhips. Trailing my palms down her naked sides and over her waist, I memorize her shape. She shivers when I brush the outside of her thigh. The small, breathy sound she makes next nearly undoes me.
“Goddamn, Willa,” I whisper, stepping back to drink her in. “You’re unreal. Every inch of you. Your thighs. Your hips. That gorgeous belly. These perfect breasts—” I trace the curves of her chest with my thumbs. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”
“I love hearing that.” She grabs the front of my shirt, voice rough with want. “Now you. Take it off.”
Stripping quickly, I shrug out of my jacket and shirt in one motion. Her gaze follows my movements, sharp and steady, cataloging every detail. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my pants, I push them and my briefs down. She doesn’t shy away, her appraisal dragging over my bare body.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, half to herself. “You’re—” Her words trail off, the glimmer in her eyes portraying everything. It’s caught somewhere between the urge to stare and the need to reach for me. Maybe both.
Letting her take me in without hurry, her expression shifts. It’s not only desire, but awe. She licks her lips. “I’ve spent so long convincing myself someone like you didn’t exist…now you’re here and I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Yeah?” I ask, stepping closer. “That good?”
She meets my gaze, cheeks flushed. “Better.”
That single word lights a fire low in my gut. Sliding my hands down her thighs, I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the couch. She spreads her legs, her breath hitching when my fingers brush her center. She’s soaked, all warm and ready for me. The sound she makes when I slide one finger inside her is pure need, a mix of a gasp and a moan, going straight to my spine.
“Look at you,” I rasp, curling my finger gently, drawing another gasp from her lips. “So wet and needy for my touch.”
She arches toward me, fumbling for my rock solid cock. I’m already having a hard time controlling my reaction to her, and whenshe wraps her delicate hand around my hardening length, I nearly lose it right then.
“Fuck, Willa,” I breathe as I thrust another finger inside her, feeling her pulse around me. “If you keep touching me, this is going to be over before we even get started.”
“Then we’ll try again. We have all night.”
She strokes me with a rhythm that matches my fingers working her over. Her thighs tremble with pleasure as I dip my digits in and out of her. My vision swims feeling her touch wrapped around me, thinking about how amazing she’ll feel taking me inside of her tightness. Summoning strength I didn’t think I had, I tear my hand away and turn to kiss her hard, desperate to regain control of myself.
“I want to be inside you when I come for the first time,” I groan, breath fanning against her lips. “I want you to ride me and take every inch I give you.”
Her breath catches, and she nods, dark eyes locked on mine. “Condom?”
I reach into my discarded pants, heart pounding. Opening my wallet, I find the foil packet one of my teammates gave me on our way to the club.
