Page 82 of He Has Charm (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“No, that’s not it—I mean that’s not the only surprise.” She says the words, but I’m unable to take them in as I run my hands up and down her body and she leans into me, letting out the kind of moan that tells me she’s with me.
“Let’s talk in the bedroom,” I say, but I don’t wait for an answer as I scoop her up.
“We won’t end up talking,” she laughs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Is this carrying me to the bedroom a thing with you?” I laugh.
“It can be if you want it to. But I have a few other things to do with you in mind.” I carry her to my bed and fall onto it with her, kissing her, running my hands over her body as the hot rush runs through me, the thrill that she’s mind, that she wants me, maybe as much as I want her.
“You know I’m madly in love with you, right?” I rasp the words as I stare into her eyes.
“I think so,” she says, tongue-in-cheek, “but it would be helpful if you could show me, maybe do something to demonstrate it.” My cheeks strain with the wide grin that pops automatically.
“What do you have in mind?” I growl. “You know I’ll do anything you ask, anything you want.” She takes a deep breath while I hold mine.
“I want you to…” she pauses like she’s unsure, shy.”
“Don’t get shy on me now, sugar buns. I want you to trust me with anything and everything, in the bedroom and out.” She nods and her face glows.
“I want you to re-enact that time in my hotel shower so I can watch this time.” My eyes widen and my cock jumps with the unexpected erotic as hell request. My answer is to stand and undress while she watches, her eyes hungry and on me, tracking every movement. When I pull off my boxers, she licks her lips and my hard, throbbing cock jumps to full attention, upright, thick and ready.
“Exactly as you did it that day,” she says, then pulls her sweater over her head. I close my eyes and groan.
“I don’t know sugar, it might be difficult. I didn’t have you staring at me half naked that day.
“Do your best,” she whispers as she shimmies out of her pants.
Taking hold of my cock with one hand, I give it a long pull and remember that day, remember that lost reckless feeling, the frustration. But it’s hard—no pun intended—because I’m staring at the sexiest woman alive as she lies in my bed, fully naked now. And touching herself.
“God, Harper, you’re killing me.” I move my hand up my shaft and find the pre-cum at the tip, then spread it down, excitement spreading through me, nerves zinging, muscles tightening. “I’m not going to last,” I rasp. I should be embarrassed at that fact, but her legs are spread wide and I can see the glistening nub of her clit as she runs her fingers through her pussy and flicks a finger across her clit. Fascination and burning hot need take me so that I don’t even realize my hands both wrap around my cock now, pumping tight and fast.
My legs tense and go weak as I feel that buzz, the unmistakable sensation at the base of my spine as I listen to her heavy breathing mingle with mine, watch her hips squirm, move up and down, her hands move fast and her moans start coming and I can’t control the rising need in me any longer.
“I’m going to come.” The strangled words erupt from me a second before everything erupts and I groan loud and long as the surge brings me to my knees, the cum pumping in throb after throb onto my belly. I manage to keep my eyes on her, on the shudder that makes her hips lurch from the bed and her knees slam together as she yells my name.
I answer back. “Harper… god how I love you.”
As soon as I’m able, I get up and join her on the bed, gathering her in my arms and hold her, bringing my hand down to her pussy and gently caressing the swollen sensitive folds, slick with her orgasm.
“Oh my god, Maddox. That was so god dam sexy.” She runs her fingers through my hair and presses herself against me, ignoring the stickiness of my cum, instead reveling in it, touching it. “You’re so absolutely gorgeous,” she says, “especially when you lose control, when you explode. The sight is so powerful, better than I ever imagined and I imagined a lot.”
I laugh and kiss her, our chests touching, our wildly thumping hearts beating and slowing together.
“You side-tracked me,” she says.
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” I lazily trace a finger around the circle of her nipple, testing my ability to distract. She grabs my hand and stills it. She sits up and then kneels over me, her face serious, forcing my heart that hard and fast beating again and I wonder if my new pacemaker can handle this, life with Harper.
But fuck ,if it can’t, it’s best to find out now. I swallow down a ball of fear and dredge up whatever reserve of emotional courage I have left to let her say whatever momentous thing she has to say, trusting she won’t kill me.
“I had—have some news for you.” Her lips curl deliciously and her eyes look like magical emeralds, glistening and aimed at my soul, penetrating deep and feeling like life itself. My heart takes on a different beat, and excitement replaces fear in the strong lifegiving rhythm.
“I have a contract to present to you.” She smiles, short of a grin because she’s gone into professional agent mode in spite of the fact that she’s naked and sitting in my bed. Then she rushes her words before I can react. “A local sports network is offering a contract to you and Jason Santos for a cooking show called Hockey Players Cooking off ice where celebrity chefs come in to give cooking lessons to various guest hockey players. You and Jason will host it and take part in the cooking and learning. What do you think?” It takes a minute for me to process her words because what she’s saying is so far from anything I expected they don’t seem real.
But cooking, on television, with chefs and hockey players? It all comes together and sounds like fucking heaven on earth. I take her by the shoulders and kiss her hard.
“You nailed it. You’ve created a dream opportunity for me, Harper. How can I—” She throws her arms around me, giddy as hell while my head still spins with the whiplash of how different her surprise was than what I’d been thinking.
“That’s not what I thought your surprise was going to be,” I admit, taking a deep breath.
“No? What were you thinking, Knight?” she asks, smiling as she caresses my shoulders and moves her hands over my chest like she’s reading braille, like she wants to memorize me.
