by Ellen Devlin
Paige’s breath caught. He was the sexiest man she had ever met, and everything about this relationship—because it was definitely a relationship already—was moving at light speed. But it seemed right. Everything about him seemed right, and while all conventional logic said to wait, this level of attraction defied all conventional logic.
She had known him for a week and already knew that he was smart, considerate, gentle, and kind. And sexy. So very, very sexy.
“My room is the second door on the right.” She whispered it against his face. Her hand was stroking the short, soft hair on the back of his neck.
Chris’s entire body stiffened, absolutely sure he had heard that wrong, and he moved to look at her, holding her face in his hands. “What?” he asked, eyes clouded with lust, voice rough.
“Second door on the right. My bedroom.” She kissed him. “With my bed.” She kissed him again, and he stood suddenly, still holding her, and she squeaked in surprise.
He put her down for just a moment and then scooped her up properly, with one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. She looked up at him and said, “Oh my God, are you romantic too?”
“Definitely.”
Paige laughed softly as he took her to her bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. “You’re like something out of a romance novel.” Chris smiled, looking beyond pleased, and her heart melted.
“You’re like something out of my dreams.” He bent down to kiss her gently.
Chapter Seven
Chris paused and sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at Paige with longing, gently touching her breasts and stomach, once again looking at her almost in reverence.
Paige sat up and put her hand on his shoulder, sliding down to feel the hard muscles of his chest, and asked, “Are you all right?”
Chris chuckled and said, “Yes. I was getting lost again in how beautiful you are. And honestly,” he lifted his head and looked her in the eyes, “I was just realizing that I’m going to end up embarrassing myself the first time with you.”
His eyes took on a smoky haze that was raising Paige’s heart rate. At her questioning look, he added, “There is no way that I’m going to be able to last.” He brought his face closer to hers and, in a voice that was gravelly with desire, said, “I’m so turned on that I might come the moment you touch me.”
He kissed her deeply, running his hands along her sides, up to her breasts, trailing his thumbs across her nipples as she squirmed and moaned.
“Chris…” It was a pleading sound.
He moved his mouth to her neck, kissing down as he gently pushed her back onto the bed.
“I’ve only got one choice here, Paige.”
His hands were fondling her breasts, his mouth joining them as he began worshiping her body. He laved his tongue across her left nipple, moving onto the bed without taking his mouth from her, trailing his tongue over to her right breast.
Moving up to kiss her mouth again, he added, “I’m going to have to make sure that you have at least one truly spectacular orgasm before we start anything else.”
The sound Paige made caused a surge in his already painfully hard erection, and he kissed down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. He unbuttoned, slid the zipper down, and groaned when he saw the black lace panties she was wearing.
In a breathy voice, Paige asked, “Do you like them?” as he pulled her pants down her legs. She gasped and put her head back as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on the crotch of her underwear, dragging his teeth over the silky fabric, his breath hot on her even through the material.
“I love them.” His voice rumbled against her, making her squirm. “And they’re going to look even better on the floor.”
He positioned himself between Paige’s legs, stroking his fingers along her slit through the panties, teasing her, pressing and sliding against the damp fabric. “You are so wet already.” He moved his fingers to the side to reach under and stroke her skin.
Paige gasped at the increased sensation.
Grabbing her panties at the hips, he dragged them down her legs, dropped them on the floor, and started kissing his way up her inner thigh. “So gorgeous.” When he finally dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit, Paige bucked against his face, making a sound that was a combination of a scream and a groan, completely overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
Chris began kissing her with the same passion and thoroughness as when he kissed her mouth, reveling in her taste, her smell, the sounds that she was making. He moved his hands under her rear, lifted her up slightly, and made himself comfortable between her thighs.
“I love doing this,” he said between breaths, pausing to place gentle bites on the tops of her thighs and up to her right hip, making a return path with wet kisses. He licked her with the flat of his tongue, saying, “You taste like heaven, Paige.”
He nuzzled his nose against her clit as he pushed his tongue into her and was rewarded with another gasping cry. Dragging his tongue back up, he flicked it against her clit, and she grabbed the sheets.
“I fucking love this.” This growled sentence was the last thing he said before beginning his final assault on her senses.
Sucking and licking her clit, Chris entered her with two fingers, stretching down gently in a way that made Paige moan, grab his hair, and thrust against his face. Shifting and twisting within her, he curled his fingers, searching for her G-spot.
Flicking. Licking. Sucking.
Chris was getting lost in his own desire, grinding his hips against the bed in search of friction as Paige moved against his mouth. She was panting and moaning, climbing toward release; her passion was driving him on, increasing his arousal. Chris clamped his lips around her clit and moaned against her, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair as he moved his fingers inside her one more time.
And then she came, muscles spasming around his fingers, thighs clamping against his head, wailing out a sound of passion and release that was music to his ears.
Chris tried to be gentle, stroking her slowly with his tongue, not wanting to stop kissing her in this way, but it didn’t take long until she pushed him away, saying, “Too much.” One final lick of her clit caused another full-body shudder, and he chuckled in satisfaction at her response.
He kissed his way back up her body, and Paige could smell and taste her own desire on his lips and face as she kissed him, holding his face in her hands. “I want you,” she said between kisses. “I need you, Chris.”
With a groan, he backed away enough to take his pants off, his erection throbbing. Paige raised her eyebrows and her eyes grew wide; he was a large man, in every way. She smiled and wrapped her hand around his shaft, causing a sharp intake of breath from Chris and a strangled kind of groan.
“I think you need to lie down,” she said, slowly moving her hand along the silken steel of his length, causing him to close his eyes and shudder. “I’m going to need to be on top to handle this for the first time.” His hands gripped the sheets.
“Oh God. Paige.”
He shuddered again as she reached his tip and began sliding her thumb through the lubrication there. He put a hand on the back of her neck and said, “Oh shit, Paige, stop, I’m serious. I won’t last.”
Smiling, she pushed gently against his shoulder with her other hand until he was lying on the bed and then climbed over to straddle him.
“Do I need to get a condom?” He was vaguely proud of himself for remembering to ask.
“I’ve been on the pill for years,” she replied, positioning herself to begin sliding down his shaft.
The feeling was so intense they both groaned as she pushed down over his tip. She slowly moved further down his shaft in short shallow thrusts, reveling in the feel of being stretched and filled by him, as he groaned louder.
Chris gripped her hips, willing himself not to pull her down onto him in one thrust, trying to make this last, knowing it was futile. He had been on the edge of climax going down on her.
; Paige felt herself building to another orgasm from the combination of feeling his length inside her, his girth stretching her, and watching and listening to him struggle for control. His desire for her was so intense it was intoxicating, and when Chris started shifting his hips to meet her movements, she felt that familiar chain of sensations begin.
She pressed down harder, sliding against him, taking him all the way into her, and put her head back with a moan at the feeling.
He couldn’t stop himself. It was too much. The feeling of her wrapped around him, the sight of her, the sounds…he held her hips tighter and thrust against her, feeling his muscles tighten as the orgasm began to overwhelm him.
“Oh God, Paige. Yes…yes…oh fuck, I’m coming.” He groaned low as he climaxed. She rode him bucking into her and joined him in release, saying his name over and over.
***
“Fuuuck. That was amazing.” The words were dragged out, almost a groan as Chris finally recovered his breath. Rolling over slightly, he brushed Paige’s hair away from her eyes. “Although I swear I will be able to last longer from now on, baby.” He thought he saw a little look of pleasure as he used the diminutive, calling her the pet name without even thinking about it. “That first time with you, though…there was an awful lot of want built up.”
“That,” Paige responded, “was spectacular sex.” Leaning across to kiss him quickly, she said roughly, “The want was on both sides, Chris. Trust me.”
She got up and walked across the room for her phone, completely nude. Chris leaned on one elbow and stared, watching her, letting his eyes devour her curves and valleys, vaguely surprised to feel himself beginning to harden again as she walked slowly back to the bed, looking up something on her phone.
Apparently she had asked him a question, and Chris finally dragged his eyes up to her face. She was smiling.
He said, “Um, what? I missed that.”
“What kind of Chinese food do you want?” Paige’s eyes sparkled, and she blushed a little. “Your distraction is very flattering, though.”
“God, Paige, distraction doesn’t half cover it…”
He trailed off, letting his eyes roam again, until she cleared her throat loudly.
“Chinese food, remember?”
“What? Oh, right.”
They ordered, finally, and got dressed enough to lounge in the living room again. Liz had not returned from wherever she had gone, so they were still alone.
Chapter Eight
“So, there are probably some things that we should talk about. You know, sex-wise.” Paige settled on the couch with a glass of wine as they waited for the food to be delivered.
Chris looked at Paige, surprised by this turn of conversation. Nervously, he replied, “Okay…” Trying to keep things light, he added, “I would like to say let’s have more of it…?” He joined her on the couch with his own glass of wine.
Paige laughed lightly and reached over to touch his leg. “Me too, big guy.”
He felt a quick squeeze in his chest at the playful nickname. And the idea of more sex.
She continued, “I mean about, you know, other aspects.” She looked serious for a moment. “You won’t get any risqué pictures or texts from me. Or even emails. Nothing electronic. It’s too easy for there to be a breach or a hack, or I could accidentally leave my phone somewhere.”
She held her hand up to stop him from saying anything and continued, “It’s not that I’m worried that would ever do anything to intentionally hurt me in that way. It’s just too risky for me. I work with kids, and I can’t risk my career like that. Not for a thrill, you know?” Paige stopped and took breath and added, “I hope that’s okay with you.”
Chris was surprised by this straightforward discussion. “Yes, of course. That’s fine with me, Paige.”
“Now,” Paige went on, “inside the bedroom is a totally different story.” Chris sat up straighter suddenly. “No pictures. No videos. But…I am at least open to discussion regarding other…fun things…” Her voice trailed off, and Chris just looked at her in shock. “You know, other possible variations of adult entertainment…”
Chris was staring at her. Paige felt a bit nervous.
“Chris? Are you okay?”
He paused for a moment before answering. “I’m trying to figure out if this is real or all just an elaborate dream created by my subconscious as a reward for good behavior. This whole evening already seems like a dream come true.”
Paige laughed.
“It’s real. I’m sorry, because this is an awkward conversation, and I just really wanted to get it out of the way, in case the lack of electronic stuff would be, I don’t know, some kind of deal breaker for you.”
“What?” Chris shook his head. “No. No way.”
Paige breathed out in relief. “Oh, good. I was a little worried, because you spend so much time on the road, you know?”
Chris chuckled, looking at Paige, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um…so, this is a little embarrassing to admit, but, well…” He cleared his throat. “To this point, my sex life has been rather…vanilla.”
Paige smiled and felt her heart squeeze a little at this admission.
“That’s fine, Chris!”
“No! I mean, yes, it’s all right. But there are things that I’ve wanted to…I mean, I’ve thought about, but…” Shit, I sound like an idiot. “I mean…” Chris rubbed the back of his neck again, feeling his heart thumping. “I suddenly feel rather inexperienced.”
Paige blushed deeply and moved to take his hand.
“Oh God, I hope I’m not giving you the wrong idea. I haven’t had a ton of partners, and I’m not particularly…worldly? Would that be the right word? I just mean that I don’t have a whole lot of hang ups about sex, if that makes any sense.”
She shifted, trying to find the words to express her thoughts. “There are things that I have no interest in doing, and of course I want those boundaries respected, but as long as you’re okay with me saying no to something, I won’t be offended if you ask. That’s all I meant. I just think that people shouldn’t be afraid of asking for what turns them on, I guess…” She paused to take a breath. “Geez, this is turning into a horribly complicated and awkward conversation. I’m sorry, was this a terrible idea on my part? I feel like this might not have been the best plan I’ve ever had.”
At the sound of the doorbell, Paige said, “Saved by the bell,” and got up, intending to pay for the food.
“No, wait, I’ll get this.” He answered the door, and they settled themselves down on the couch again after getting everything prepped on the coffee table.
“Thank you for buying dinner, Chris. You didn’t have to do that.” She wolfed down some of her chicken with cashews and made a sound of food-induced pleasure. “Oh God, I’m so hungry.” Flashing him a quick look, she said, “I can’t imagine why.”
Chris chuckled, his mouth full. Swallowing, he said, “Me too. So, about our earlier conversation…”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He smiled, looking at her. “Not at all. I actually think it’s a great idea. I was just floored. I’ve never met a woman who would be so comfortable talking like this.”
“Please believe me that I wouldn’t have this conversation with just anyone. Truth is, I’ve never been this forward and open before.” She cocked her head to the side and looked at him thoughtfully. “But you’re different, Chris. I trust you, and I want to be up front about things. I really want open communication between us.”
Chris just sat on the couch, smiling at her.
“What?”
His smile was getting bigger.
“What are you thinking about?”
Chris moved closer to Paige on the couch. “Oh, just a few things I’d like to do with you…”
Paige laughed lightly. “Really? Already?”
“Mmm hmm.” He snuggled her in close and moved his lips to her neck.
“That didn’t take long.” Sh
e drew in her breath as he kissed under her ear and moved her hand to his thigh. “What are you thinking that has caused this development?” she asked, running her hand along the length of his growing erection.
He chuckled against her neck. “Just being near you causes that particular development, baby.” He chuckled again. “Hell, just thinking about you causes that. But I was thinking about a few simple things like taking a shower with you.” His voice was getting lower. “Taking you from behind.” He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple in his fingertips, loving the sound of her gasp. “Maybe a little sexy librarian role play?” he whispered into her ear. “Is that on the table?”
“Oh, that is most definitely on the table, big guy.” She gripped him through his pants, enjoying how his breathing hitched. “All of those things are on the table.” She moved to whisper in his ear, “Actually, sex on the table is on the table.”
Chris growled and captured her mouth in a kiss. She smiled, gave him a little shove, and said, “Dinner first.”
Chapter Nine
The differences in their schedules enforced a certain amount of slowness in their relationship. Being in and out of town and home games that sometimes ran late enough that there wasn’t even time for a telephone call meant they couldn’t rush things. It also left both of them on a low simmer.
“You guys must have ample opportunity for, shall we say, ‘female companionship,’ when you’re on the road,” Paige said, sipping a margarita at a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant that she and Liz had discovered years earlier. It was a dive, but it had the best burritos and taco salad, not to mention the fresh guacamole, of anywhere around.
“Well, I guess.” Chris was munching on a taco. “You were right. This place is great.”
“You guess?” Paige gave him a skeptical look. “I find it hard to believe that there aren’t women just dying to get their hands on a hot hockey player. I mean, look at you!” She gestured to him right as he took another large, messy bite of taco. “Okay, not right at this very moment,” she teased, and he tried not to laugh as he managed to swallow his food. “But really, Chris, come on. You can’t tell me that you don’t have women throwing themselves at you after games.” She lowered her voice. “You are incredibly handsome.”