Page 46 of Mister Hockey
His lids grew heavy. A muscle twitched in his temple. “You’ve never done what?”
“Had a guy... you know...” She wiped a bubble off her cheek, let the pause speak for itself.
“You’re telling me that no one’s ever come inside that pretty mouth?” He nearly growled the words.
“Nope. But you can role-play Neil Armstrong.” She cocked a teasing brow. “If that’s your kink.”
He arched as she bent back, a splash of bathwater dousing one of the candles. For a moment, it almost extinguished her nerves too. But she had spoken the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Shehadwanted to do this. At least to try.
And when it happened, the hot dizzy rush, she was swept away too. Glancing up as he spent himself, their gazes locked, his own flaming with wordless marvel. When he could finally speak he shook his head. “You fooled me good.”
She took a demure sip of wine. “How so?”
“I almost believed you. That it was your first time.”
“I was telling the truth.”
His pupils dilated. “Bullshit.”
She dropped the wash cloth she was rubbing against her neck and raised a hand. “On my honor. I’ve never swallowed.”
“Christ.” He rubbed his forehead. “I’ve never gotten head like that in my life.”
“You want to tell me about all the girls?”
“Shit. Sorry, no. I’m just saying you’ve got raw talent. A natural gift.”
“I’m not sure you should hint to a girl that she could turn pro with her blow jobs.”
“Fuck.” He hooked a hand around the back of his neck. “I’m blowing this hard.” His eyes opened wider. “Shit, that came out wrong. I meant to say...”
“I get it, I’m teasing.” She giggled. “And thank you. Being told you are a sexual goddess isn’t exactly a hardship. And imagine, if that was my first time, how good I can get.”
“I want to own you.”
“Can you afford me?” As their lips touched, electricity jumped down her spine. She wasn’t talking about money, but commitment. If he wanted her for more than a fling, it was going to come at a price.
The cost of her heart.
Soft jazz music drifted from the open door and he was hard again, his shaft rigid against her thigh.
He swallowed a growl. “Let’s get out and grab a condom. I want to have my way with you.”
“We’re good. I’m on the pill.” She slid down, opening her thighs so that his tip rested at her entrance. Pinpricks tingled over her arms.
“You sure?” His lips skated over her shoulder as he pressed in, not enough to enter, but to show he meant business.
“You heard me.” She traced a nail down his chest, digging ever so slightly into his rock-hard pectoral muscle. “And if you don’t quit being a gentleman, then I do declare that I’m going to stop being a lady.”
“Lean closer.”
She bit her lip, intrigued by the mystery, only to have him suck in the lobe of her ear, a part of her so sensitive that she cried out.
“Better. That leveled the playing field some,” he rasped. “So for the last time, you want me? All of me? Raw and in you?”
“That’s a little like asking if I want Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and the Fourth of July all at once.” The idea of having him, bare-skinned and inside her, was so intimate that she nearly moaned out loud.
“All right then.” He gripped her hips. “Careful what you wish for.”
