Page 29 of No Pucks Given
Instead, he stabbed a couple of pieces of bread with his poker. The piece on the end hung precariously even as he moved it over to the pot. Of course, the moment the bread hit the cheese, it sank in the pot.
He let go of his poker and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his amazing abs. I licked my lips as I took in his happy trail leading from his eight-pack.
“Damnit.” It was half-hearted at best. Then, he picked up his cheese-soaked bread from the pot. As the cheese hit his mouth, he closed his eyes in pure pleasure. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”
I giggled. I didn’t know what was better. Watching him love the food so much, or admiring how good his body looked.
“You know, you don’t have to start with the shirt. You’re wearing socks.”
He shrugged as we both loaded up for the next few bites. This time, I went with Brussels sprouts, and he had a mini hot dog. Neither of us lost control of our bites.
As he continued with the orgasmic expressions with each bite, it hit me. This was unlike anything I had ever seen him eat. He lived by his nutrition plan and always had meals prepped for him with that in mind. This just didn’t seem like it fit the bill.
“I can’t believe you’re eating so much tonight. I would have thought this would be off your eating plan.”
He picked up one of the pieces of broccoli with his fork. As he dunked it and let it cook in the cheese for a moment, he smiled. “Well, I have some salmon in the oven for some extra lean protein, but overall, this isn’t actually that bad. The veggies are nice and clean. There’s a reason cheese is on a lot of diet plans like keto and Atkins. It could be a little heavy, so it’s not something I want to do before skating, and it’s not a great pre-game meal, but when I have lots of time to digest it, it’s perfect.”
When he broke it down like that, it made sense.
By the time we killed most of the food, I was stuffed, and the two of us were basically half-dressed, thanks to his little game.
After Carter lost his T-shirt, he got rid of his jeans and one of his socks. I had some bad luck with a couple of pieces of bread at the end, so I lost my bra, my socks, and even the cardigan. As soon as I was in just a camisole, Carter turned on the fireplace.
When almost all our nibbles were gone, Carter leaned over and pulled me onto his lap. “You have a bit of cheese right…"
His lips captured my bottom lip. His tongue swept over my skin just below the lip before sneaking into my mouth. It was a bit of a head rush with the way he took control. He was a damn good kisser.
His hand went up my back, and he pulled me close until both of us were practically breathless.
As he pulled back, his eyes were laden with lust. “Ready for dessert?”
My stomach was so full from dinner that the idea of eating another bite seemed like an impossible task. Besides, after that kiss, there was a very different type of dessert that I wanted.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That better be getting me all the way naked and taking me to bed with you.”
He growled, but his arms went for my ass so I could wrap my legs around him. “That wasn’t my first idea, but if that’s what you prefer…"
Before he pushed himself off the ground, I put my hands on his shoulders. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I thought you were on the same page as me.”
Carter lowered his gaze straight into my eyes. “I will never turn you down. But know that when you’re ready for it, we have chocolate fondue and a mountain of cut fruit.”
Time for dessert was always an innuendo for sex. Now I felt like shit for ruining his plans. “Oh, but we never get that kind of dessert.”
If we weren’t already half-naked, my guilt of overriding his plans to have chocolate-covered fruit would have won out. But I liked the idea of going up to his bedroom, especially since we hadn’t had too many date nights since the whole stalker situtaion blew up.
“I wanted to spoil you since we’re not supposed to be going on dates. I don’t want to be your booty call.” He pushed off the ground and carried me quickly to the bedroom.
I snorted at the idea of just being sexual objects for each other when he’d been my everything. And also because we lived together now for a few weeks despite us moving between the two homes. “Like I was ever just a puck bunny to you."
He kissed me one more time. “True.”
Once we got to his bedroom, he lowered me down onto the bed and stripped me of the rest of my clothes. Much like our first time, I reached into his nightstand for a condom. This time, instead of throwing it toward his face, I laid it on top of my pussy while he got rid of his boxer shorts.
“Jesus. You’re going to kill me one of these days if you keep doing stuff like this to me, beautiful.”
He grabbed the condom and pulled me toward the end of the bed so my legs hung off the side. His stubbled face moved between my thighs. God, I loved a good beard ride, and I almost hated being on the bed. But I also loved giving Carter control in the bedroom. He was so good at making sure I enjoyed everything.
He increased the friction while his tongue teased my clit. Every time I thought he was going to pull the trigger and let my orgasm come, he would stop.
