I roll my eyes. I know he’s being facetious.
“Seriously, I want to know.”
I grimace, knowing that I’ll sound like a complete whack job if I tell him the truth. “I’d rather have sex,” I announce.
He doesn’t move, but he does smile. “Of course you would. Later. I promise.”
I sigh, flopping back on the couch.
“I never figured you for a chicken,” he goads.
I roll my head to the right, glaring over at him. “I’m not a chicken. Why do you wanna know?”
“’Cause, it sounds interesting”
I snort a laugh. “Whatever. You’re just gonna make fun of me.”
“Why would I do that?” His expression says he’s definitely keeping the option open.
“Fine.” He’s obviously not going to have sex with me until I spill the beans. I jerk my eyes away from his face. “It all started about two years ago. I was dating this guy. Ralph.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
I grin to myself, enjoying the fact that Spencer Kaufman sounds jealous.
“No. I didn’t. I didn’t even want to, and that kinda freaked me out, I guess. You probably haven’t noticed, but I’ve dated a lot of guys over the years.”
“But you’ve only slept with three? Including me.”
I recall our conversation from the first night we slept together. “Correct. But I’ve gone on too many first dates to count.”
“So … positive thinking,” he probes.
“Right. I heard someone talking about this book. On the radio, I think. Well, I ran out and bought it, devoured it in one sitting, then decided that was my goal. Rather than going on any more first dates, I would show the universe that I was ready for something more than that.”
“And it requires you to put men’s body wash in your shower?”
I roll my eyes again. Now he’s just picking on me. “Maybe. The objective is to let the universe know that you have room in your life for what you want. Or that’s how I took it anyway.”
“Interesting.” He cocks his head to the side. “Is that why you wanted the hockey stick?”
Blasted hockey stick. “No. Yes. Fine. Yes, that’s the reason I wanted it. My sister said it might land me a hockey player.”
“And it worked,” he notes.
I don’t have a comeback for that, but that’s because I don’t know exactly what this is between Spencer and me. We’re moving forward, yes. We’ve addressed a few issues, but I still don’t feel like this is a relationship. It’s more like … friends with benefits. And I don’t think he’s the one holding us back anymore. Maybe I am a chicken, like he said.
I notice Spencer move in my peripheral vision, and as I turn to watch him, he moves closer until he’s practically on top of me. I have to lean back to see his face.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers. “And I’m glad you shared that with me.”
I nod, not sure what to say.
“And I’m looking forward to sliding deep inside your body and making you beg me to make you come.”
It’s suddenly very warm in here.
“But tonight, we’re going at your pace.”
Confusion makes me frown. “What does that mean?”
I happen to like when he takes charge.
“It means that you have to tell me what you want.”
“You,” I blurt. “That’s all I want. Right now.”
“You’ve got me.” Spencer leans closer, his lips so close to mine. “For as long as you want me.”
Oh, that’s a dangerous thing for him to say. I’m tempted to tell him I want to keep him forever, but I’m scared. I’m still trying to figure out if this is what the universe had in store for me or if this is some sort of placeholder until the real thing comes along.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Spencer. A lot. I’m merely frightened that I like him too much.
And when it comes to sex with him … someone give me a fan. It’s too much. I can handle him in small doses, yes. But as an ongoing thing? I’m not sure how much of him I could take before I overdose.
But I crave him. Desperately.
“So what’ll it be?”
His words are rough and deliciously seductive. He has the ability to set me aflame by the cadence of his voice alone. But he’s still not touching me and I know why. He’s waiting for my instruction.
Is it bad that I want to instruct him to do with me as he pleases? Because really, there’s nothing he can do that won’t make me melt into a puddle, right here in his arms.
Spencer
BEING INSIDE THIS WOMAN IS the only thing I can think about. My nerves are frayed as it is, and the way she’s sitting there, staring up at me, is driving me fucking insane. I want her to tell me what she wants, what she needs, but like usual, Noelle seems tongue-tied.
“Do you not like to talk during sex?” I ask, mainly to fill the uncomfortable silence.
She shrugs.
“That’s not an answer.” I deliberately let my knuckle graze her breast.
Her sharp inhale says she’s not unaffected by me.
“I like that you talk during sex,” she whispers softly.
“Yeah?”
Noelle’s clearly nervous, but I can be patient when I need to be. I can wait her out.
Maybe.
“Can I tell you what I really want?”
My breath lodges in my chest and it’s my turn to nod. My eyes lock with hers.
“I want you to do whatever dirty things you want to do to me. However you want to do them.” She swallows hard. “It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now. To be at your mercy.”
My cock twitches, lengthening as I think about all the dirty things I want to do to her.
Rather than respond with words, I get to my feet and hold out my hand to her. In an effort to show I can think with more than my little head, I don’t race to the bedroom, rather walk slowly backwards, never taking my eyes off of her.
When we reach my room, my patience runs thin, but I still manage to keep most of my composure. I jerk her to me, crushing my mouth to hers, inhaling her as I bury my fingers in her cool, silky hair. She smells like oranges, and the scent makes my dick throb. It’s a scent unique to her, something I will forever associate with this incredible woman.
Noelle kisses me back just as fiercely, apparently as desperate as I am. I want to take my time, but that’ll have to come after I get her clothes off. Which I manage to do in record time, stripping us both before getting her beneath me on the bed.
I take my time kissing her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her soft, sexy moans as I grind my dick between her thighs, the moisture from her sex making me crazy. I’d give anything to sink into her without a condom, to feel the heat of her enveloping me, the slickness of her pussy easing my way.
But we’re not at that point yet.
Nor am I ready to fuck her. We’ve got plenty of time.
Rolling to my back, I bring Noelle with me. When her lips slide to my neck, I can’t help but turn my head, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, the slow, sensual glide of her tongue. She might not want to tell me what she wants, but she can damn sure show me.
I’m in heaven as she continues to trail her mouth over my body, but when she moves down, her lips grazing my dick, I turn the tables on her. Or rather, I deftly flip her around so that she’s perched on my face, her sweet cunt directly above my mouth.
I groan as I use my fingers to separate the puffy lips of her sex, exposing her pretty little clit. This is fucking ecstasy right here.
“Suck my cock, Noelle. While I lick your beautiful pussy.”
Her moan is loud in the otherwise silent room, which makes me smile.
I don’t wait for her, too eager to taste her sweetness on my tongue, to mak
e her sigh and moan some more. Being as gentle as I can manage, I lick her, gliding over her clit, around the smooth, slick folds, then push my tongue into her, tentatively fucking her.
All the while, she’s sucking my dick, and the vibration of her moans is making it damn near impossible to focus. If I weren’t about to go stark raving mad from the mere scent of her, I’d probably lose it. But when it comes to Noelle, I damn sure don’t intend to be selfish. In fact, I draw a hell of a lot more pleasure from making her wild than from anything else.
Although her mouth is pretty damn exquisite.
Pulling her hips down, I force her to sit on my face, allowing me the access to her clit that my tongue craves. I work her hard, sucking her, licking her, pushing her as high as she’ll let me. And she lets me, all right. I’m right where I want to be when she releases my dick from her mouth and begins grinding against my mouth, harder.
“Spencer… Yes… Oh, please don’t stop. Don’t stop… Don’t stop…”
I don’t relent, rapidly flicking my tongue over her clit, wanting to send her over, for her juices to flood my face. She tastes so damn good I fear I’m already addicted to her.
Her clit begins pulsing against my tongue at the same time her body goes rigid and a frantic cry escapes her. I love making this woman come. If I could, I’d spend the next week with my tongue buried in her pussy, just to hear those desperate mewls coming from her throat.
Unfortunately, Noelle is in control because she’s above me. Before I can stop her, she falls to her side, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with every sharp inhale and exhale.
I turn my head and look at her, smiling. “You better catch your breath because I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her answering smile makes my dick jerk. “Bring it on, big C. Bring it on.”
“I plan to, baby. Trust me.”
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Noelle
I THINK THE MAN IS going to kill me.
Yep, he’s going to overload me with pleasure, and I’m going to explode into a pile of ash.
Never in my life have I known a man who could use his tongue like that. Spencer’s got a gift, that’s for sure. One that I will gladly endure for as long as he wants me to.
Only right now, I’m a little sensitive, and if he tries to do that again, I might not survive it.
Which leaves me with only one thing to do.
I move out of his reach and work my way between his muscular thighs, sliding my tongue up and down the length of his swollen shaft. The way he props himself up with his hands beneath his head is so damn sexy I try not to falter. I like that he’s watching me, his eyes dark and hooded with lust. It encourages me to continue. I want to bring him to the brink, but I don’t want to send him over. I’d rather have him filling the empty ache inside me when he does that. Until then, I’m going to enjoy this.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Watching my dick slide over your lips… Don’t stop. Take me all the way, Noelle… Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
The man could give me an orgasm simply by talking about sex. I’ve never been very verbal, but I certainly like that he is.
One of his arms moves, his fingers linking into my hair as he pulls me down on him. It takes effort to fit more of him in my mouth. He’s so big, so thick.
“Good God, that’s nice,” he groans. “Slow. I want you to take all of me.”
There’s no way that’ll happen, but I allow him to push farther into my mouth, the head sliding over my tongue, almost to the back of my throat. When I gag, he pulls back, but then pushes in again, just as slowly.
I can’t take my eyes off his face. He’s watching me, heat shimmering in his gaze. It’s hot, so hot. I suddenly don’t care if he fucks me, I simply want to push him as far as he can go. I want to make him lose control.
When we’re together, I always feel out of control. Hanging by a thread. Physically, emotionally. No man has ever made me feel this way. It’s both scary and exciting. I want more, and I don’t know what that says about me.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers breathlessly. “Noelle… So good, baby. Suck me. Suck me hard.” His eyes close briefly. “Oh, hell yes. So damn good. I fucking love your mouth.”
I’m ready to go all night, except Spencer clearly has other ideas. He suddenly pulls out of my mouth, grabs the condom off the nightstand, and sheaths himself instantly. I find myself flat on my back, my head hanging off the end of the bed as he crawls over me. Without warning, he pushes inside me, filling me to overflowing.
“Oh … yes…” My pussy is clutching him, the friction unreal, the sensations traveling throughout my body in a flare of heat so hot, so bright, I think I might lose consciousness.
And then he starts fucking me.
Hard.
Slamming into me over and over, his hands on my hips as he holds me in place. I’m begging him for more. Or rather I’m trying to, but I can’t speak, the words caught in my throat, trapped by the endless moans that pour out of me as he fucks me into oblivion.
“Noelle… Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot… Your pussy’s so damn tight… Ahhh … fuck…”
I grip his biceps, attempting not to fall off the bed. The way his body is slamming into mine definitely makes that a possibility. But it won’t matter. When my body explodes, nothing will matter.
“Spencer…” I cry out, unable to hold back the impending orgasm. It’s too much.
“Come for me, Noelle. Right … fucking … now!”
I do.
I come so hard I see stars. Brilliant flashes of light behind my closed eyelids, dancing, darting back and forth. I’m riding wave after wave of sensation that crashes through me, making it hard to breathe. I don’t think I’ll last much longer.
“Fuck! Coming, Noelle! Damn…” A strangled roar accompanies his release and finally…
I give in to the blessed darkness.
Spencer
I’VE NEVER INVITED A WOMAN into my bed.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s my space, my territory. Since women have been a fleeting thing in my life, I didn’t want to cross the two. When I go to bed, I want peace. Bringing a woman back to my house has always seemed like an intimate thing. I make a point not to lead women on or to pretend something’s less superficial than it is.
Until Noelle.
As I lie here, watching her sleep, I realize that I wasn’t being a callous, selfish lover all those times. I was protecting myself as well.
Here’s a woman I’ve known for twenty-five years, yet I never actually noticed her until recently. She’s been a huge part of my life because she’s been a huge part of Ellie’s. I remember her at every birthday party, every Thanksgiving and Christmas celebration, and plenty of things in between. She came to my high school graduation because my sister did. I went to her high school graduation because I went to Ellie’s.
I brush a lock of hair from her face, letting the smoothness of her skin glide against my fingertips.
Funny how I’ve known her for so long, yet I’ve never thought about her in a sisterly manner.
Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever really thought of her as someone other than a friend, a cute little fairy with a big smile and sharp wit.
I think I’m in love with her.
That’s a scary thought. I didn’t think I was capable of loving someone. When Amber ditched me seventeen years ago, I made a pact with myself to never get close enough to feel love again.
But with Noelle, I definitely feel something.
Only this time, it’s different.
What I feel for her is … different. It’s got some of the qualities of that teenage love from so long ago. Lust and desire fuel me when I do so much as think about her. But there’s more. I care about her. Care about what she thinks, what she wants, what she needs. And I’m not referring to sex. Although I care about those things when
it comes to her pleasure.
She scares me in so many ways.
Never did I think there would be a person in my life who could throw off my focus. For once, hockey is not the most important thing in my world.
I thought that it would be impossible to distract me this season. My one goal is to win the Stanley Cup one more time before I retire. Yes, I said it. I’m looking to retire.
I’ll be thirty-seven in less than a month, and it’s time for me to figure out what to do next. I’ve got plenty of options but not a clue as to what I want to do. Other than I want to be with this woman. I want to fall asleep every night with her in my arms. I want to wake up every morning the same way. I want to hear her laugh, make her smile, listen to her crazy ideas. I want other men to see my ring on her finger and know that she’s mine. That she’ll always be mine.
In Noelle-speak, I want to be the man the universe has in mind for her.
At the same time, I’m not sure this is what Noelle wants. Sometimes I think she’s into me for more than sex. She’s not over the moon because I’m a hockey player, either. The fame clearly means little to her. I know she’s not with me for my money, which is something I’ve had to pay attention to over the years. I don’t think she’s with me for my sparkling personality, either.
If not for any of those things, what do I have to offer her?
Love? I’m sure I’m capable of it. I loved my parents, my sister, my niece. Kingston’s like a brother to me. I would do anything for him. My teammates matter.
But Noelle … she is the only person I think about these days. Everyone else comes second to her.
Now, I need to figure out how to bind her to me, to seal the deal, to make her love me. It’s the only thing I want.
In fact, for the first time in my life, I want that more than I want another Stanley Cup win.
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Spencer
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