Page 99 of Racking Up Penalties
I close the gap between us. Our bodies align with an electric jolt that ripples through my veins. My mouth finds hers with a hunger I can no longer contain.
The kiss ignites every nerve ending, every fiber of my being. She responds with equal fervor, her arms winding around my neck as we lose ourselves in each other. Our kiss deepens, and I savor the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine, the way her breath catches when I deepen the kiss.
“Seeing you in Tristan’s sweatshirt makes me want to see you in my clothes. Want to wear my jersey to the game tomorrow?” I breathe against her lips, my voice a hoarse whisper that betrays the depth of my longing.
“Absolutely,” she whispers back, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer still.
Her softness presses against my hard edges, a contrast that sends a jolt through my system. My hands roam over the fabric of her baggy sweatshirt, feeling the warmth of her beneath it. She’s all curves and heat, waking every nerve ending in my body.
“We have to be quick,” I whisper against her mouth, words barely forming before I’m tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt. The air between us is charged, the need palpable.
Tessa’s fingers work with an urgency that matches my own, pulling at my clothes. She pushes my jacket off my shoulders, and it falls with a thud onto the tiled floor. We’re a tangle of limbs, a mess of hurried movements. Her leggings follow, slipping down her legs like they’re as eager as I am to see her bare.
“Always so impatient,” she teases, a breathless laugh escaping her as she helps me shrug out of my shirt. But there’s no real reprimand there, just excitement sparking in her voice.
“Only for you,” I retort, the truth of it cutting through the haze of lust.
Her hands find their way to the band of my sweatpants. I kick them off and they join the rest of our discarded clothing. Our bare skin brushes, sending shivers down my spine. The rush is like the high after a winning goal, intense and exhilarating.
“Look at us,” I say, a low growl of appreciation in my voice, “can’t even wait two damn minutes.” But I wouldn’t have it any other way. With Tessa, every second counts.
“Who needs minutes?” she fires back, her eyes locked on mine, full of that exuberant life that drew me to her from the start. It’s reckless and wild, this thing between us, but damn if it isn’t the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
I lift Tessa with ease, the muscles I’ve honed on the ice serving me well off the rink too. Her body is a familiar weight against mine as I set her on the cool surface of the bathroom counter. Her leggings are a memory now, and that baggy sweatshirt might as well have been a mirage for all it matters at this moment.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice husky with raw desire. My hands glide up the smoothness of her thighs, my fingertips brushing against the heat of her, feeling the evidence of her arousal. It’s like a spark to dry tinder, igniting something primal within me.
She gasps softly, her hazel eyes darkening, pupils blown wide. There’s a vulnerability there, a silent plea that matches the quickened pulse I feel beneath my thumb. I explore her with a reverence that belies the urgency of our encounter, drawing out her pleasure, stoking it until her breath comes in short pants and her hands clutch at my shoulders.
“Please, Liam…” Tessa whispers, her hips canting forward in a silent demand for more.
“Shh,” I soothe, even as my own need roars to life, “I’ve got you.”
And then I can’t wait any longer. With one swift move, I align myself with her, pushing into the warmth that beckons me. A guttural groan escapes me.
Tessa’s legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me to her as I start moving. Each thrust is a mix of power and restraint, a testament to the countless hours on the ice where control is everything. Here, with her, I let that control fray at the edges, driven by an all-consuming passion.
“More,” she breathes out, and I comply without thought, picking up the pace.
Her fingers dig into my back, and I relish the sting, the faint echo of pain that serves as a grounding wire to the electric pleasure coursing through me.
Without a word, I grip Tessa’s hips, pull out and spin her around. Our gazes lock in the mirror—the flush of her cheeks, the tangle of red hair framing her face, those hazel eyes that see right through to my core. She leans forward, palms flat against the cool surface, anticipation shimmering in her reflection. I position myself behind her, my hands sliding over the curve of her waist, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths.
“Look at us,” I whisper, my voice heavy with desire. The image in the mirror is raw and real: two bodies hungering for satisfaction and stripped down to sheer need. I enter her again from behind, and she gasps, her eyes never leaving mine in our reflection.
“You’re incredible,” I groan as I start moving, my pace relentless. The sight of us together, the way her body responds to mine—it’s intoxicating. I can’t help the praise that spills from my lips, a litany of adoration and lust. “You feel so damn good.”
Tessa bites down on her lip, pushing back against me, matching each of my thrusts with an eagerness that sends ripples of pleasure crashing through me. My hands roam her body, memorizing every detail, the softness of her skin, the way she shivers when I brush past certain spots.
“Tell me you like it,” I demand, my voice a low growl. Her affirmation is immediate, moaned out between ragged breaths. Encouraged, I lean in closer, my mouth hovering just above her ear. “I love watching you come undone for me, Tess. You’re so beautiful like this…so open, so mine.”
The dirty talk flows naturally, a mix of affection and possessiveness that seems to strike a chord within her. Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, and I watch in fascination as her expression shifts from pleasure to something more, something akin to revelation.
“Please, Liam,” she pleads, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
My movements become more insistent, and I find myself getting lost in the heat of the moment.
The reflection in the mirror doesn’t do justice to the fire that’s blazing between us. I sink my teeth gently into the tender flesh of Tessa’s shoulder, holding her gaze through our reflections. Her hazel eyes lock onto mine, wide and wild, and it’s like we’re seeing into each other’s souls.
