Page 88 of Slap Shot Scandal
Shit. I’m already breaking the rules.
“I want…you.” I finish the sentence simply, leaving everything else unsaid.
A growl vibrates deep in his throat as his hand drops from my hip down to my panties. He caresses me through the silky fabric, finding my already swollen clit and circling the sensitive spot with his thumb. A bolt of pleasure shoots up and down my body and I’m hot all over.
“Are you attached to these?” he murmurs, toying with the lacy edge of my thong and trailing soft kisses up and down the tender skin of my neck.
I’m breathless, shaking my head ‘no.’ With a quick tug, he rips the panties from my body. The sound tears through the air, sharp and final, like the last thread of restraint snapping. He tosses the flimsy undergarment to the floor.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Dropping down to his knees, his face is inches from mybare pussy. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day we met.”
Without another word, he dips down, licking me all the way from back to front. His tongue teasing me, my legs trembling with pleasure.
“Oh…” I moan into the quiet darkness, threading my fingers through his hair. He hitches his arms behind my thighs, supporting me and diving deeper into my wet heat.
“Fucking delicious.” He eats me out like a starving man enjoying his last meal, waves of pleasure rolling through me. I’m glad he’s holding me up—otherwise I’d melt into a puddle of lusty desire right here on the hotel room floor.
Swirling his tongue around my clit, he gently sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth and my body shakes. The familiar tingle builds low in my center and I’m close, so freaking close, to coming.
“Weston—” I bite back a scream as my thighs tremble, an intense orgasm crashing through me. Hands flying to grip his shoulders, I dig into the thick cords of muscle and hold on for dear life as he continues to lap and suck at my pussy.
After several long seconds, I sink back against the wall.
“Wow. That was…amazing.”
He swipes at his mouth, grinning up at me. “A fucking delicious warm-up.”
Rising, he winds his hand around my neck and pulls me in close, kissing me. I’m acutely aware of my scent on him, my arousal coating his lips.
“You taste like mine.” His voice is low, rough against my skin. “And after tonight, you won’t forget it.”
Despite what I said back at the restaurant—all the talk about rules—his words send a thrill shooting through me.
Mine.
After tonight, you won’t forget it.
I doubt it’s possible to forget anything about Weston Steele at this point. And certainly not when it comes to sex.
The man’s as good in the bedroom as he is on the ice.
“Come here.” Taking hold of my hand, he pulls me gently toward the bed. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Stepping in closer, he inches my dress up slowly, so slowly, lifting the fabric up and over my head. Cool air hits the exposed skin, chill bumps rising in the wake of the smooth fabric.
His fingers trail up my thighs, over my belly, all the way to my breasts.
Caressing.
Reverent.
“I love your tits.” He thumbs my nipples through the thin satin bra, drawing them into diamond-sharp points. “So fucking perfect.”
Reaching around, he unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the ground.
Leaving me naked, exposed.
