Page 58 of He Has Charm (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
She slips a hand down to cup my crotch and my growing dick jumps.
“Jesus. You’re killing me.” I clamp my hand over hers and move it aside. She wraps it around my neck instead and deepens our kiss. Tasting the flavors of our meal on her velvety tongue makes me desperate to have more of her, to feel the full throttle of her passion, to make her fall apart in my arms.
I slide my hand down her sweater and underneath and finally touch the soft silk of her skin. She sucks in a breath and sucks on my tongue, grinding her hips against mine.
“You’re so fucking sexy, sugar buns,” I whisper into her mouth as I nibble. “I want to make you scream in ecstasy, to call my name, to make you come so hard you shatter and I want to watch your face and—”
“Do it,” she whispers, desperation edging her voice. Her words shock me, and I react, everything in me turned on and needing to please her, to exceed my promise.
Unsnapping and unzipping her jeans with one hand, while I hold her with the other and kiss her, I push them down and cup her ass with the other. A growl of deep satisfaction comes from my throat. She presses against me again, making strangled, needy sounds that fire my blood.
I move my hand under the edge of her panties and slide my fingers down, so hot to feel her passion, to know how wet she is for me. Reaching the scalding folds of her pussy, I suck in a breath as I slide my fingers over the slick nub of her clit then inside her creamy center.Fuuuck.
“You are so wet and ready, I need to bring you over the edge fast and hard.”
“Please, Knight,” she grits out, our mouths still together, and she nips my bottom lip.
“Jesus.” I worry for a second if she’s going to make me lose it in my pants, she has me so stiff and close.
Circling her clit, I tease her as she squirms, bucking her hips. I thrust two fingers deep inside, curling them and flicking my thumb back and forth over her clit. She lets out a loud moan and pumps her hips against my fingers. I press hard and move faster.
Her eyes are shut, her head back, and she’s hanging on to me as if she’s going to fall. Because she is. She’s going to fall far and fast and hard if I can make her as I pump my fingers and move my thumb. She whispers my name, barely audible, and I know she’s almost there.
“Hold on.” I circle her clit and then pinch it hard. Her features tense, her body shudders, and her pussy clenches around my fingers as I plunge them in again and again and keep circling her nub. She spasms and calls out my name, loud and perfectly clear.
Harper holds on, catching her breath, and I throb with need. Whispering in her ear, I say, “Did you know you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, no exception, no comparison?”
She looks up at me, her eyes dark and blazing, a mixture of volatile emotions wreaking havoc on her expression. Joy mixing with guilt and pain mixing with pleasure. All her emotional turmoil mirrors what I’m feeling, except I feel fear creeping in like I’m facing existential danger. Fuck. There’s a reason she’s off-limits, a reason I can’t have her, and I loosen my hold.
She puts her hands between us, lays them against my chest and pushes me away. A small shove, enough to get her message across. Her lips tremble.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, and I don’t miss the horror in her voice. The kitchen around us suddenly looks bright and mocking.
“What’s wrong, Harper?” I already know the answer, but I have to ask.
“We… what did we do, Knight? We can’t do this. We promised.”
I try to gather myself, to reassure her even as my gut sinks. My default to joking doesn’t seem appropriate, but it’s all I have.
“That promise doesn’t count, sugar buns. It was made under duress,” I say. I’ve watched just enoughLaw & Orderto sound plausible. She laughs, but it’s a nervous laugh. This time she shoves a little harder and I drop my hands from her, still close but not touching, a layer of shocking cool air between us.
“Be serious, Knight. When they fire our asses, all the technicalities in the world won’t matter,” she says, tossing the verbal equivalent of a bucket of cold water.
I back away a full step, leaving her orbit of sensual energy with a painful force of will.
“I wasn’t thinking, Maddox. I shouldn’t have let you, shouldn’t have wanted you so much. But now we’ve gone and broken the rules.” She’s on the verge of tears and I can’t let her cry, can’t let her take the blame.
“It was all my fault,” I say. “Your surprise was so spectacular and I have a funny way of showing my gratitude.” She snorts a half laugh and ends up crying.
“Don’t cry, Harper. Please don’t.” I take her back into my arms with no intention except to console her.
“This incident isn’t going to change anything. No one will ever know about our… ” I’m not sure what to call this besides sweet torture.
“Indiscretion?” she says, eyes wide and watery. I nod.
“This is between you and me. No one else.” I mean it. But at the same time I’m wondering how I can possibly not beg her to do this again? And again. And again.Into infinity.
She backs up toward the door.
“I need some space,” she says. Then she flees down the hall and my conscience takes a nosedive.
I have to make things right with her, but tomorrow morning I have to leave early for a road trip.
Fuck.
