Page 3 of On the Line
He was a hockey player, damnit. Making out shouldnotbe making him this breathless.
But, as he studied her from behind while she punched her code into the door and stalked inside, he realized her ass had spelled trouble from the beginning.
When she faced him again, he was leaning against the doorframe, a wicked grin splitting his face.
“What are you doing?” she asked, cocking a hip and setting her hand on it.
“Admiring the view,” he said.
She smirked. “Well, I can assure you it’s a lot better when it’s not covered in all this denim,” she said, gesturing to the jeans that molded perfectly to her, like a second skin.
Closing the distance between them in one long stride, he hooked her by the belt loops and pulled her flush against him. Mitch dwarfed normal women, but Lexie was tall enough that he hardly had to duck to kiss her. Tipping his head toward hers, she greeted him hungrily, shoving her hands under his shirt and scratching her nails down his back.
Mitch groaned as his skin pebbled. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Awfully bossy for someone who doesn’t live here,” Lexie said, her words a whisper.
“Lexie,” he growled.
She pulled back with a smirk but grabbed his hand and turned, pulling him through her apartment.
Before they stepped inside, Mitch pushed her up against the wall outside her bedroom door and slid his knee between her legs, reaching around to cup her ass. She arched into him and whimpered as she ground her center onto his thigh.
The sound nearly undid him, his cock hard as a rock, his balls aching, begging for release.
But for some reason, Mitch felt compelled to savor this. To wring every last ounce of pleasure from Lexie before giving in to his own. Once he was buried inside her, he wouldn’t last long anyway.
And that would be embarrassing.
He needed to take care of her first.
Several times.
“I know, baby,” he said, sliding his hands under her sweater and pulling it over her head. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first.”
He unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and dug his hands inside to slide them past her hips—
And her phone rang.
He pulled one hand out of her jeans and slid it from her back pocket, seeing Berkley’s name on the readout. Lexie snatched it from his hand.
“Berk,” she said when she answered, putting the phone on speaker. “I’m in the middle of something here.”
Mitch laughed, and Lexie smacked him as Berkley’s voice echoed between them. “I…something happened.”
“What? Are you okay?” Lexie asked, her face leached of all color.
Little alarm bells went off in his brain, the adrenaline coursing through his veins shifting in a heartbeat from wanting to rip Lexie’s clothes off to wanting to protect Berkley. All thoughts of taking Lexie to bed flew out of Mitch’s head, the lust he was feeling moments ago replaced instantly by concern.
As a man who had spent his entire career protecting his teammates and as one who understood how it felt to need protecting, the need to be there for Berkley after whatever had happened tonight came as naturally as breathing.
Plus, sticking around should earn him some major brownie points with her best friend.
Mitch’s mind was spinning. Something had happened in the twenty minutes since he and Lexie had left her, bad enough that Berkley was shaken.
When they had left her, Berkley had been with Parker, so if something happened…
Berkley’s voice, low and shaky, filtered from the phone. “I don’t know. Lex, I know you’re with Mitch, but I can’t be alone right now.”
