Page 67 of Zero Pucks Given
I glared at her, and she giggled. “Relax. I’m only joking. Hurry up. I’ll see you up there.”
I crushed my lips against her one last time, then casually rounded the corner and walked down the back hallway to the stairwell.
I can’t believe this is finally happening, I thought as I climbed thestairs.I’ve wanted this for a lot longer than I’ve been willing to admit to myself.
But that was okay. I knew how I felt now.
I had never been more certain of anything else in my life.
33
Josie
The moment the hotel door closed behind us, Grayson was on me, pinning me against the wall and holding me like he never wanted to let go. He gripped my ass with his wide palms and raised me up until my back was to the wall. He gazed into my eyes for a moment, an unspoken agreement passing between us. One final acknowledgment that we bothdesperatelywanted this.
Then he sealed his mouth over mine with a kiss that was so powerful I almost died on the spot.
He was strong enough to hold me against the wall with one powerful arm, his free hand sliding underneath my hockey jersey to grip one of my breasts. He squeezed it hard with need, then dove his fingers beneath my bra to pinch one of my nipples. I surged upward with need as he kissed me harder, letting a groan rumble up from his throat.
I tore at his clothes, managing to pull his shirt off through our eager kiss. His lips returned to mine instantly, kissing me so deeply that time lost all meaning.
When I opened my eyes, I took in the sight of his bare chest. “Oh my God,” I muttered.
Grayson glanced down at himself, then returned his eyes to mine. “You’ve seen me shirtless before. In the locker room.”
“This is different. I actuallylikeyou now.” I let my fingers dance over his chest, luxuriating in the corded lines of muscle that covered him so thoroughly. “When I saw you in the locker room, I was determined to hate everything you—”
He silenced me with another kiss, pinning me against the wall even harder while his hand squeezed my ass through my jeans. Then the wall was gone and I was floating as he carried me deeper into the room, toward the bed.
“You’re messy,” he said.
“I was going to film a video after the game,” I said. “That’s why there are clothes and makeup boxes everywhere.”
“Sorry for derailing your plans.”
“I don’t think you’re really sorry.”
“You’re right.” He grinned wickedly. “I’m not.”
He tossed me on the bed like I weighed nothing. I smiled up at him while moving backward toward the pillows, but then Grayson grabbed my ankles and dragged me back to the edge. He had a steel gaze in his eyes, the kind of look he wore when he had stolen the puck and was racing toward the goal. I could tell there was only one thought running through his head right now:
What he was going to do to me.
He tore my jeans off, grabbing my panties along with them and tossing the clothes to the side. I instinctively pushed my knees together, feeling suddenly modest in my nudity, but Grayson grabbed my thighs and spread them with firm strength. He took a moment to admire the sight of me, another smile touching his lips.
“Are you supposed to have sex before a game?” I asked. “It’s not going to tire you out, is it?”
“I don’t give a single fuck,” he replied with absolute certainty.
Then he tugged me closer to the edge of the bed, fell to his knees, and buried his face in my pussy.
I moaned, my body writhing underneath his sensual kiss. His powerful arms held me down while he ate me out, tasting me like I was the meal he’d been dreaming about.
“You tasteamazing,” he breathed into my lower lips.
I tightened my fingers in his hair and pulled him back into me. “Don’t stop.”
He moaned while returning to his task, a wonderful humming noise that vibrated up into my lady parts. I gazed down at the sight of him, the bulging muscles in his shoulders and arms on full display while he licked my pussy.
