TheEnforcer_Kobo

by Steph

  “I think it’s a damn fine idea but if you want me to walk,” Will shrugged, “I’m out the door. I’ll probably look over my shoulder, maybe whimper like a puppy and hope you invite me back, but if you want me to stop…”

  Her mouth dropped open for a second before she started to laugh and that grin of his made a reappearance. And she was a goner. She had no defenses against how that smile made her feel. Or the fact that she was so turned on yet couldn’t stop laughing.

  “So, does this mean you still think this is a bad idea or—”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He raised his hands to cup her cheeks and she had a second to breathe before he plastered his lips over hers again and took her straight into a deep kiss that curled her toes.

  When he tilted her head to the side so he could get a better angle, she gave him what he wanted. And when his hands slid from her face to her shoulders to her arms, she scooted closer so her breasts finally pressed tight against his chest.

  Yes. God, yes, finally.

  Will’s chest was everything a man’s chest should be, hard and broad and, damn, she wished he’d take off his shirt. But he seemed more intent on kissing her than on taking off his clothes. And her hands were busy at the moment, sinking deep into that unruly mop of hair that fascinated her.

  She shouldn’t like it as much as she did, shouldn’t be so damn turned on by it. She usually went for guys with razor-sharp short hair who looked like they got a trim every two weeks.

  She was pretty sure Will’s hair hadn’t seen a scissors in months. Again, not uncommon for hockey players. And probably why she—

  With a quick move that made her squeak into his mouth and tug on his hair, he twisted them until he had his back propped against the couch arm and her body stretched out over top of him.

  Amazingly, he never stopped kissing her. And now she was pressed from breast to thighs and everywhere in between against his body.

  That broad chest was a solid wall beneath her soft breasts. Hard thighs bunched and flexed against hers. And his thick erection pressed against her mound and stomach.

  Holy hell, the man was hung.

  Her sex gave an enthusiastic clench as she moaned into his mouth and practically melted into him.

  Christ, where did she start?

  Since he was handling the kiss so well, maybe she’d start at the opposite end. Releasing his hair, she slid her hands to his shoulders so she could get a little leverage to get her knees on either side of his hips.

  It took a little maneuvering because she wasn’t giving up his mouth but she finally got them set. Sitting back on his thighs, she sucked on his tongue and put her hands flat on his chest.

  And, oh, holy fuck, did he feel amazing. So firm. So warm. So…delicious. She wanted to take a bite out of him.

  Instead, she kneaded at those flat, taut muscles before she found his pointed nipples and plucked them between her fingertips.

  She heard him growl low in his throat and his hands clamped onto her hips, not dragging her closer but holding her tight enough that she wanted to lean forward. Okay, maybe she’d already wanted to lean forward so she could rub against that firm ridge in his jeans, but now she wanted it even more.

  But if she rubbed against him, she wouldn’t be able to get her hands on him. And she really wanted to put her hands around his cock. And probably her mouth, too. If she was lucky, he’d return the favor and put his mouth on her. All over her.

  He made a move to break their kiss but she followed him, making him give her more of what she wanted. And she wanted it all.

  Every tiny movement of his lips against hers made her blood pound harder in her veins. Every slide of his tongue made her pussy wetter.

  When he pulled away this time, she let him go.

  “So, just to be clear.” He raised his eyebrows. “We’re gonna do this?”

  “If by ‘this’ you mean make out some more? Absolutely.”

  “And if I mean have sex? Does making out mean having sex? You’re several years younger than me so the terminology might be different.”

  Her smile widened as he spoke. “You’re not that much older. Unless…there’s some issues I need to know about?”

  Now, his lips curved in a grin that made her want magical powers so she could wish away their clothes and then, yes, there would be sex. Lots of sex.

  And she would be breaking her most important rule. Well, technically, she’d already broken her rules by going out with him tonight. So she might as well say to hell with everything and indulge herself.

  And Will was one big freaking indulgence she planned to devour all night. Might as well not bother to get cute about it. Might as well own it because now that she had him here, she wasn’t stopping.

  “Hon, I have no issues. Unless you count the massive hard-on I wish to hell you’d give some attention.”

  “Oh, I’m paying attention, big guy. You just need to learn a little patience.”

  “Patience is overrated.”

  And yet, he hadn’t moved. His hands remained exactly where he’d put them several minutes ago, which was on her hips.

  “No, it’s not.”

  Now that she’d made up her mind to have him, a little of her urgency faded. She didn’t want him any less. But she was no longer in a hurry.

  Until—

  “Wait, I totally forgot. You play Binghamton tomorrow.” Jesus, how could she forget? “Shit, you need to get home and get some sleep. That’s a big game. Their offense has been on fire—”

  He laughed so loudly, she was pretty sure her neighbors could hear him.

  “Hey! This is no laughing matter. The team needs you to be on your game—Will!”

  Suddenly, she found herself on her back on the couch beneath him, staring up at him. His hands pressed into the cushions on either side of her shoulders as he leaned down. All those messy waves of hair curtained his face and she bit her lip against the urge to sink her fingers in it again. Damn, she really had a thing for his hair.

  “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure if I leave now, I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. Trust me. You’ll be doing me a favor if you keep me up a few more hours taking care of my…issues.”

  She swallowed as he lowered his hips and pressed his erection firmly into her mound. If he rolled just the tiniest bit, he’d press against her clit and that would simply be the best thing in the world right now.

  “So can I stay or must I go home to my own, cold little bed?”

  He attempted a pitiful expression that only managed to make her laugh. “You were a menace as a kid, weren’t you?”

  “I haven’t been a kid in a long time. But my mom will tell you yes. And so will almost every team I’ve ever played against.”

  She gave in to the overwhelming urge to touch him and ran her fingers through that silky mess of hair. Pulling it away from his face, she let it fall seconds later so she could cup his jaw and rub her palms against the stubble. And imagine how it was going to feel against her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.

  Swallowing hard, she sucked in a deep breath. “This…can’t leave my apartment. My job—”

  “If that’s what you want, I’m fine with it.” He stared at her steadily. “My feelings won’t be hurt. As long as I can have you here and now, I’ll pretend I’m not looking at you like I want to strip your clothes off at the arena. No one will know.”

  When he said it like that, she felt like a total bitch. A horny, achy, sex-starved, arrogant bitch. And that sucked.

  “I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

  He raised his eyebrows and she knew exactly what he was thinking.

  The idea being that we’re screwing around.

  Damn it, she was a hypocritical bitch, too.

  Still, she wasn’t going to turn into a goody-two-shoes and send him away now. She wasn’t a tease. Besides, she wanted him too much to let him leave.

  They’d figure out the rest of th
e shit later.

  “Can I stop talking now?” She shook her head. “I’m not making any sense. Can we just go back to kissing?”

  “I think that’s probably a good plan.”

  Dropping his head, he kissed her again, and this time he put a little more force behind it, a little more demand.

  And oh, holy hell, did she like it. With him looming over her, every single one of her long-buried fantasies about hockey players surged into her head.

  The fantasies she’d pushed aside years ago to make room for all those clean-cut, safe boys who pushed pencils instead of the men who slapped pucks and smashed other men into wooden boards.

  Will completely surrounded her, shutting out everything else. Settling more heavily over her, the heat of his body combined with the more-demanding kiss made her melt beneath him and she gave a girly little moan that should’ve embarrassed the hell out of her.

  Instead, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him even closer.

  But it still wasn’t close enough.

  Wiggling her hips a little, she managed to get him positioned more squarely between her legs. Which meant she had an even better impression of his erection. The man felt huge. And hard. And, oh my god, she wanted to get in his pants. Wanted to wrap her hands around him and pump him until he groaned like she had.

  But the guy was now an immoveable force. He barely allowed her enough room to breathe much less get her hands down his pants. And she really wanted to get her hands down his pants. It’d been a damn long time since she’d been as turned on as she was now. So horny she could barely function except to react to his touch, his kiss, his every move.

  Oh my god, when had she become that girl? The one who went all gooey over a guy?

  And why the hell shouldn’t you? Isn’t that how attraction is supposed to work?

  Breaking the seal of their lips, he pressed a line of biting kisses along her jaw to her left ear and bit the lobe, hard enough to sting.

  “Your attention is drifting.” His husky voice made her skin shiver with goosebumps. “Obviously, I’m not distracting enough.”

  Her hands moved of their own volition to sink into his hair again, tugging until he lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

  “I think we both know exactly how distracting you are. You’re here, aren’t you?”

  His mouth quirked into one of those smiles she found irresistible.

  “Yes, I am and I’m not leaving unless you throw me the hell out.”

  “Don’t commit any penalties and you won’t be asked to leave.”

  His smile deepened and her stomach flipped at the glint in his eyes. “What penalties do I need to avoid? Checking?” He pressed his hips down until his erection ground against her mound until she thought his cock had to hurt. “Unsportsmanlike conduct?” He leaned closer and bit her on the jaw then licked away the slight hurt. “Delay of game?”

  He pulled himself upright onto his knees so that he loomed over her, crossing his arms over his chest. She had to bite her lip to protest his retreat even as she fought a grin.

  Propping herself up on her elbows, she rolled her eyes at him and shrugged. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to get a bench minor for continuing to chirp at the referee.”

  He threw back his head and laughed, the sound huge in her quiet apartment. “I can’t fucking wait to get you naked and in bed.”

  Before she could formulate a response, he hopped off the couch then bent and grabbed her around the waist, deadlifting her off the couch. Automatically, she put her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

  “Bed’s that way.” She nodded her head in the direction of the loft. “Up the stairs.” Raising her eyebrows, she couldn’t help but challenge him. “Sure you can make it? Wouldn’t want you to put your back out.”

  He started walking, the shift and play of his muscles against her body causing her sex to clench and making sensation shimmer through her.

  “Hon, I’ve been dragging two-hundred-pound men around the ice and out of dive bars for the past fifteen years. I think I can haul your skinny butt up a flight of stairs.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say something disparaging about her ass but then he petted one hand over it and she wanted to melt like ice cream on a hot day. All over him.

  “It’s a nice ass, by the way.” He shifted her closer as he headed up the stairs. “I gotta admit I like watching you walk away from me. You do a lot of that, by the way. Walk away from me. Don’t be surprised when I flip you on your stomach so I can fuck you from behind and pet that ass.”

  Her mouth dropped open before she could catch it and she blinked up at him.

  Holy crap, how the hell did that make her even hotter for him? She’d never had anyone speak to her like that before. Not one of the other desk jockeys she’d dated had ever made her want to shove her hands down his pants, pull out his cock, and ride him right here on the steps, within about ten feet of her bed.

  No one but this shaggy behemoth with a foul mouth and a reputation for being a tough guy. Who she was discovering had a soft, sweet center.

  “Jess.” He stopped halfway up the stairs, eyes narrowed as he stared at her. “Shit. Did I—”

  Jamming her mouth over his, she cupped his jaw in her hands and kissed him, forgetting for the moment that they were standing on the stairs. Turns out he was just as steady on stairs as he was on ice.

  But she must have taken him by surprise because he hesitated for a millisecond before he opened to her and let her handle the heavy lifting on this kiss. Probably so he could concentrate on getting them up the stairs.

  Which was a good thing. She wanted to be spread out on her bed with him naked on top of her.

  He got them moving again as she moved her mouth to his neck, where she bit him. And had the satisfaction of feeling him shudder.

  The arm around her hips tightened and the hand he had on her back pressed her even closer. A groan rumbled in his chest, and she smiled against his skin and nuzzled her nose against the stubble on his jaw.

  “Walk faster.” She tugged at his hair. “And when you get to the bed, you need to get your clothes off.”

  “Fuck.”

  His voice had dropped another octave but he took the rest of the stairs two at a time without hesitation.

  She’d already begun to move her hands down his back, grabbing his shirt and tugging it upward, so by the time she felt him stop, she had his shirt halfway up his back.

  “Take this off.”

  “Sure, hon.”

  The next thing she knew, she was falling. Hell, he’d practically thrown her at the bed and had his shirt over his head in a flash. She had a second to gape at the chiseled perfection of his chest before he reached for her jeans.

  “Fair play.” He popped the button with one hand as the other went to his own. “Shirt off now.”

  The next few seconds were a scramble as they fought to get out of their clothes, tossing them on the floor in a heap.

  Their arms tangled as they “helped” each other with their jeans. He tugged hers off while she pushed his down, taking his underwear with them and leaving him naked.

  She paused to let out a totally embarrassing little squeak at the sight of his erection. Thick, not as long as she’d imagined but longer than anything she’d ever seen in person. Porn didn’t count. Actually, he put some of the guys she’d seen in porn to shame.

  She reached for him—

  And found herself flat on her back as he lifted her legs so he could pull off her jeans and panties.

  But they were tight and he had to tug at them, which pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

  “What the fuck, Jess? Did you glue them to your legs? Not that I don’t appreciate the way they make your legs look, but next time, wear a damn skirt, okay? Your ass looks just as good if not better in one of those.”

  She’d started to laugh the second time he tugged her so hard, her ass was hanging off the edge o
f the bed. She had to brace her feet against his bare thighs so she didn’t wind up on the floor.

  By the time he had them down around her ankles, yanked off her short boots then pulled her pants off, she was gasping.

  “Don’t wear yourself out.” He kicked off his sneakers and dropped to his knees, like he was blocking a shot. “You’re gonna need some air.”

  Then he put his mouth over her pussy and nearly made her scream. Her body had no time to process the sensations as his tongue licked along her labia and up to her clit. Her back arched and she reached above her head to grab at the other side of the mattress, trying to anchor herself.

  The man had a wicked tongue that he used to drive her crazy. Swirling over her clit, he flicked at the little nub before sucking on it and making her moan.

  As she writhed, he grabbed her hips to hold her steady. Who would’ve thought the man would be so methodical as he devoured her? She’d expected a fast, almost frantic fuck followed by something a little more leisurely.

  Instead, she found herself being pushed, slowly and steadily and maddeningly, toward an orgasm that promised to be epic. Spreading her legs even wider, she reached down with one hand to grab at his hair. Not that he seemed to be going anywhere, but a girl could never be too careful. As he licked and sucked with dedication, her blood chugged through her veins.

  With her eyes closed, she gave in to the drugging desire and allowed herself to merely feel.

  His tongue worked her clit until she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take the sensations anymore. And just when she was ready to beg him to stop, he speared his tongue into her channel and teased her with the hint of what was to come.

  By the time he pulled away, her bones felt like they’d melted and her lungs struggled for air.

  Forcing her eyes open, she watched as he stood, all traces of his smirk gone. He looked deadly serious and she shivered with anticipation.

  His gaze burned as he swept it up her body. Her belly quivered, her breasts ached, and she could barely swallow.

  She wanted more, so much more, but even though she wanted to make him rush, she wanted to savor the building heat.

  “You look fucking amazing.”

  His voice triggered tiny explosions all over her body, particularly in her sex, which clenched and begged for his cock.