by Jaci Burton
"Big bed."
"I'm a big guy."
She glanced at the bare walls before turning to face him. "And I love how you've decorated the place."
"Thanks. It's my specialty." He took a long swallow of water, then leaned against the doorway. "I don't spend a lot of time here. Just sleeping, mainly."
"This place isn't home to you."
She was observant. "No."
She was also holding back, hesitant. He wanted to go to her, touch her, pull her into his arms and kiss her. Oh, man, he really wanted to kiss her. But he wanted her to come to him, to feel comfortable about being here with him.
This had to be her call. He knew how resistant she had been to him, and her sudden turnaround had surprised the hell out of him. If she had any reservations, the last thing he'd do was push her into doing something she really didn't want to do.
She wandered into the room. "The bed is the focal point."
"Yeah. I don't need a lot of furniture." He smiled at her. "I'm a guy. I just need a place to crash."
She walked along the side of the bed and traced the tips of her fingers across the comforter. "It's a nice bed, Drew."
"It's comfortable."
She set her water down on the nightstand and climbed up on the bed, then unzipped her boots, letting them drop to the floor. "Care to join me on it?"
He pushed off the doorway and came toward the bed, then sat next to her, putting his water on the table. He picked up her hand, held it in his. "Warm."
She lifted her gaze to his. "Hot, actually."
"Just how much have you had to drink tonight?"
She let out a soft laugh. "I've had some. I'm not drunk, if that's what you're asking, so I know exactly what I'm doing here."
He toed off his boots and shifted, sliding onto the middle of the bed. He grabbed Carolina by the waist and pulled her on top of him, liking the feel of her soft body against his. "Yeah? And what are you doing here?"
She wriggled against him, resting her arms on his chest. "Getting comfortable."
He wrapped an arm around her and rolled her over, putting her under him. "I'm not sure I want you so comfortable you'll fall asleep."
"Mmm, I like this." She threw her legs over him, tightening her thighs around his and arching upward.
His dick went from semi-hard to full-on, oh-yeah-let's-do-this-right-now erect. He cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers. "So, you want me to make you uncomfortable?"
"Yes. Very uncomfortable."
He put his mouth on hers and this time, took the kiss he'd wanted to take since the minute he'd seen her walk into the bar tonight. Deep, satisfying, locking tongues with her.
And she gave back, with no hesitation, wrapping her arms around him to tug him closer. He wound his fingers into her hair, loving the way the strands felt like silk, the way her body seemed to fit his perfectly, the way she moved against him as he kissed her.
His heart pounded as hard as his dick and he lost himself in her scent, the way she felt as he moved his hand along her rib cage to slide under her sweater. He needed the feel of naked flesh under his hand, and when she moaned against his mouth, he couldn't hold back the primal surge of hunger that made him rock his cock between her legs.
He slid his hand upward to cup her breast over the soft satin of her bra. He waited for her to tense, to let him know in any way she wasn't ready for this. All he got was another moan and an arch of her back as she filled his hand with the soft mound.
He raised her sweater and moved down her body so he could touch his lips to her skin. He kissed her stomach, unable to get enough of her scent, breathing her in as he snaked his way up her rib cage. He bunched up the sweater and she grabbed it, raising it over her head and discarding it, then lifting up on her elbows to watch him.
"We should get naked," she said. "This will go much faster."
"Are you in a hurry?"
"You might say that."
He pressed her down against the bed. "Relax. We've got the rest of the night to touch each other."
She shuddered out a breath and reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss that made his cock press tight and hard against his jeans. And when she reached between them to rub her hand against his shaft, he was the one groaning this time.
Maybe he should be in a hurry, because the thought of being inside her slick, wet heat was all he could think about right now.
But he wanted to do it right for her, wanted to take his time.
"You know," he said, sweeping his hand over her bare stomach. "The first time we were together we were both drunk. This time I'm stone-cold sober."
"You had beers tonight."
He laughed. "A few. But not a lot. I don't get drunk anymore."
She lifted up on her elbows again. "Why not?"
"I like to know what I'm doing. Being drunk was fun in college, when I was a kid. I'm not a kid anymore."
"So you're all mature and responsible now?"
He sensed she didn't believe him. In him. He wanted to change that. "I intend to be responsible for your pleasure tonight." Once again, he eased her shoulders back down on the bed, then reached behind to unclasp her bra.
"As I recall, I had a pretty good time that night in college."
"Good to know. I'll give you a better time tonight."
"You keeping score, Drew?"
He pulled the bra away and tossed it to the foot of the bed. "No, Carolina, I'm not. Are you?"
She didn't answer, but her nipples puckered and tightened into sweet buds. He circled one with the tip of his finger. Her breath caught, and he bent and captured a nipple in between his lips.
Soft, just like the rest of her skin. He flicked the bud with his tongue, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently.
"Oh, God," she whispered. "I like that."
It had been a long time since he'd been with her, and he might have been drunk that night, but he still remembered how responsive she'd been, and how sensitive her nipples were.
He focused on them, cupping them, licking them, until she wriggled against him, arching her back to feed them into his mouth. And when she dug her nails into his arm, he knew he had her, wild and out of control.
He released her, looking down at her, at the way her nipples were tight, hard points, wet from his mouth. It made him shudder, his balls tight and pounding.
He swept his hand between her breasts and down her belly, then reached for the button of her jeans and popped it open.
"Let's get these off."
He slid off the bed only long enough to pull her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She wore black panties and knee-high socks, surprisingly sexy, actually. He rolled the socks down, then laid his hands on her hips, liking the way she watched him, her eyes stormy, dark, and filled with desire.
He reached for the tiny strings holding her panties on her hips and drew them off, then cupped her ankles, sliding his hands up to her calves, spreading her legs as he reached her thighs.
Her sex was moist, pink, and as he kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, he breathed in her scent, musky and sweet. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and cupped her butt, drawing her pussy toward his mouth.
"Drew."
His name floated from her lips like a begging whisper. He knew what she wanted. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then licked along the curve of that hollow, pressing his lips to her sex, snaking his tongue out to draw along her sweet center.
She shuddered. He moved upward, and put his mouth over her sex, flattening his tongue over her clit.
She said his name again and he licked her, the whole length of her, tasting her and putting his tongue inside to lap at her flavor. He rolled his tongue over her, finding the spots that made her lift against him.
"Yes, there," she said, and he stayed there, giving her what she needed to come. He wanted her to climax, to fill his mouth with her juices.
His dick pounded, so hard it ached. Her body vibrated as she writhed against him. He held o
n to her hands as she gripped him tightly, moving her hips up and down as he sucked on the tight bud and took her right to the edge. He slid a finger inside her to give her more, to make it better for her.
"Oh, Drew, I'm going to come," she said, and he flicked his tongue faster over that spot that seemed to make her quiver and slid his finger in deeper.
She cried out and he held her as she thrust her pussy against his face, lifting and shuddering through her orgasm. He held on to her while she rocketed through a long climax until she eased and dropped down to the mattress.
She was breathing heavily, so he waited, kissing around her sex, knowing she'd be sensitive there. He rose and pulled off his shirt, undid his belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, along with his socks and underwear. He climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.
She rolled to her side and looked up at him. "That was much better than I remembered."
He laughed. "Thanks. Good to know I've gotten better at it."
"I don't think you were ever bad at it. But, wow, Drew. That was intense. It's been awhile for me. Maybe that's why it felt so good."
"I'm glad."
She sat up, looked down at him and patted him on the chest. "Well, thanks for the orgasm. Gotta go now."
He dragged her back down and pulled her into his arms. "Nice try."
She laid her hand on his chest, then drifted it down over his stomach. "Are you trying to imply we're not finished here?"
"Not even close. That was just a warm-up."
Her hand drifted lower, then wrapped around his cock. "So, you're saying there's something you want."
He sucked in a breath. "Yeah, there's definitely something I want."
"Maybe a return of the pleasure you gave me?"
"Babe, if you put your mouth on me, we'd be done in a hurry."
Her eyes gleamed. "Oh, that's a definite challenge if I ever heard one."
She slid down his body, kissing his chest, his ribs.
"Tell me about the tattoo. It wasn't here before."
"I got it when I was drafted by the Ice."
She traced it with her finger. Even her light touch on his biceps made his dick twitch. "And yet, this one has flames."
"Yeah. I liked the design, and I didn't want it to be team specific. You never know when you're going to be traded. But the hockey part--that's forever."
She continued to run her fingers over his skin. "It reminds me of you--of how you look when you're skating. So fast, like you're on fire."
"Thanks."
She continued her digital mapping of his body, stopping at his stomach.
"Have I mentioned how mesmerized I am by your abs?" she asked.
"Uh, no."
She splayed her hands across them. "I am. They're magnificent."
"Now the truth comes out. You're using me for my body."
"Absolutely."
She pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, then moved her way down, her hair tickling his skin along the way. She rested her head on his hip, then gripped the base of his shaft in her hand.
"You were hard all the time you were licking me, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
She lifted her head and propped up to look at him. "How uncomfortable for you. We should do something about that."
"We can. I can put on a condom and we can fuck."
"Pfft. Now who's the impatient one? Didn't you say we had all night?"
"That was earlier. Now I'm in a hurry."
"Too bad. Most men love blow jobs, you know. I don't understand why you're so reluctant."
"I'm definitely not reluctant. I just don't want you to feel like you have to do this."
She got up on her knees, and goddamn, that was a sight to behold. Her breasts swung back and forth, and she had a beautiful ass.
"I never do anything I don't want to do, Drew. Now relax and enjoy this. After all, we have all night long, right?"
She leaned over him and put her lips over the head of his cock. He held his breath as her soft mouth touched the crest, and nearly died when her tongue wrapped around him to draw him into her hot, wet mouth.
"That's so fucking good." He reached out to slide his fingers in her hair, and arched up to encourage her to take more.
She did, engulfing him inch by slow inch into the warm cavern of her mouth. Watching his shaft disappear between her lips made his balls quiver, made him want to shove into her, hard. He had to exercise all the patience he had and let her take the lead, which was damned difficult, because he was primed and ready to go off as soon as she'd put her mouth on him.
But this sensation was too sweet, the visual too erotic to let go of just yet, so he leaned back and watched as she took him deep, then slowly rose up, his cock wet from her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip, then licked the length of him, all the way down to his balls.
"Christ," he said, his voice gone hoarse as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him, then fed him into her mouth again, tightening her mouth around him, squeezing him as she sucked him. He jammed his heels into the mattress to hold on, gritting his teeth as she used her hands and her mouth to give him the greatest pleasure.
Sweat broke on the back of his neck and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on.
"Carolina, I'm going to come." It was the only warning he was going to be able to give her, because he was pumping into her mouth just as the first spurts of come burst from him.
She didn't flinch, just went down deeper on him. He let go, thrusting hard into her waiting mouth. She held on to his cock as he groaned and came, releasing everything he had into her mouth. It was the most beautiful thing to watch her throat work to swallow. He tightened his grip on her hair and held her there while he emptied.
Spent, he fell back against the pillows while Carolina licked and kissed his cock, then climbed back up to lay against him. He was out of breath for a few minutes and couldn't even speak, so he wrapped his arm around her and held her.
"Wow," was all he could manage.
"You're welcome."
His lips curved and he tipped her chin up to brush his lips across hers. He grabbed their waters from the nightstand so they could both take a drink. "For a warm-up, that was pretty good."
She took a drink, then climbed over his lap to lay the water down. "I'll say. Now let's get on to part two."
She straddled him, and his cock rushed to take notice. And when she cupped his face and kissed him, he really liked that, loved the softness of her mouth, the way she brushed her lips back and forth over his. And when she playfully nipped at his lower lip, he grabbed her and planted a deep kiss on her that told her exactly how much he enjoyed what she was doing.
She pulled back and looked at him. "It turns me on when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Make that sound. Like a growl, only it's deep in your throat."
"I wasn't even aware I made a sound."
"You definitely make a sound. It's . . . animalistic."
He cocked a brow. "Really. If it turns you on, I'll try to do it again."
She laughed, then pulled him toward her again for another kiss. Though he had no idea what type of animal sounds he made, he sure as hell liked kissing her, liked the way she kissed him. And she sure brought out the animal in him. He grasped her hips and moved her over him, sliding her pussy over his shaft. He went from semi-to full-hard in seconds.
"Condoms are in the nightstand," he said.
She gave him a wry smile. "I like a man who's prepared."
"Always."
She leaned over and opened the drawer, giving him a great view of her ass, which he couldn't help but smooth his hands over.
Carolina pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper, then slid the condom over his cock.
"I like your hands on me, Lina."
This time, she didn't complain at his use of her nickname. Instead, she gave him a hot look that shredded him, and lifted, fitting his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He watche
d his shaft disappear inside her and let out a low groan as her body squeezed him, surrounding him with her heat.
It was the best damn feeling.
She arched her back and gave him a view of where they were connected, and then she rocked back and forth, riding him. He gripped her hips and gave them both the rhythm they needed.
"You feel good inside me, Drew."
The last time had never been like this. She'd been a virgin and tentative, a little bit scared. She hadn't talked much, and he'd probably talked too much, trying to reassure her. He had been careful and slow so he wouldn't hurt her. They'd both fumbled a little, and yeah, it had been hot and enjoyable, but nothing like this all-out, bodies-connected free-for-all.
Carolina had been a young girl then, enjoying her first time. He'd tried to make it good for her, but he'd known it wouldn't be all that great.
Now, she was a woman, fully taking charge of her pleasure, controlling how she wanted it. She was beautiful like this, and as her pussy pulsed over his cock, he realized what he'd missed by walking away from her all those years ago.
Though he hadn't been ready for her--for any woman--back then.
Now, he was more than ready to take her on, to show her he was man enough to give her what she needed.
He reached between them and found her clit. She let out a moan when he coated his fingers with her juices and swept them over the hard nub, heightening the sensation for her.
"Yes, touch me," she said, lifting, then coming down on him, using her muscles to grind against him. He rolled over her clit and drove into her, and her eyes widened.
"Like that?" he asked.
"You're going to make me come."
"Yeah," he said, then held on to her, pumping hard into her, giving her the friction and the thrusts she needed to climax.
And when she did, when she threw her head back and let go with a long moan, he did, too, releasing as she tightened around him.
She fell forward, shuddering against him while he wrapped his arms around her and pumped his release into her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, Carolina breathing hard against his chest. He stroked her back as they both came down from that amazing high.
It had been good. More than good. Better than he'd anticipated. And now he was wrecked and exhausted. So was she, apparently, because she made no move to climb off him.
He rolled her to her side and went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back and pulled the covers over them both and turned off the light.