Page 152 of Secret Obsession
“After I win.”
Willow snorts. She shoots again, this one sliding across the ice toward the corner of the goal. I bat it away with the blade of my stick and readjust my grip.
“Hmmm, what’s going to come next? I don’t know if you can get your leggings off over your skates…”
“Oh, I hate you.”
“You love me,” I reply, still grinning. Although it stings a little to watch her eyes darken, a silent guard going back up for a split second.
She’s rejecting my words before she thinks about it.
That won’t do.
“Bra,” I order. “Because I have a feeling you won’t want to ruin your only pair of pants by dragging them over your skates.”
She drops her stick to the ice, her stance widening. The skates make her legs look longer. And when she reaches up behind her with both hands, her chest pushes out. My self-control is wavering on a thread, and that thread is fraying.Fast.
Even more so when she unclips it and yanks it off, tossing it in the same direction as the sweater.
Her nipples immediately pebble in the cold air, her skin puckering. A shiver runs up her spine.
She flips her hair back—although all it does is swing right back into place—and retrieves the stick. The way she grips it forces her breasts together, and I groan.
“Maybe this is more distracting for you than it is embarrassing for me,” she murmurs.
“Maybe,” I agree. “And you’ve only got one puck left.”
She spins around, her eyebrows rising. “No!”
“Sorry, wild girl. You’re about out of chances.”
“I’m going to aim for your dick,” she says under her breath.
Luckily, I have good hearing. Because Iamtoo distracted by her breasts to even notice her aim and shoot, and it comes soaring at my groin. I bring my arm down at the last second, and it flies off the pad.
“Matching tattoos,” I crow, my heart thumping harder.
I toss off the gloves and undo the pad on my arm, then lean down and detach the ones strapped to my legs. In moments, I’m back to jeans and the long-sleeved t-shirt. I skate toward her,intoher, grabbing her hips and propelling her backward.
“Miles,” she squeals, gripping my shoulders.
I pick her up and set her on her ass on her sweater. It’s going to be fucking cold in a second, butfuck, I just want all of her. I kneel between her legs and hover over her, leaning down to suck her nipple into my mouth.
Her skin is cool, and she immediately lets out a breathy sigh. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.
I cup her other breast, rolling and pinching her other nipple. I tug on it at the same time that I nip at the one in my mouth. Her knees come up on either side of me, her legs crossing behind my ass and pressing me into her.
I give her what she wants, grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs. The feeling isn’t strong enough between all our layers of fabric.
Seems she’s of the same mind, because her hands slip under my shirt. She touches my abs, then hooks her fingers in the waistband and finds the button. She shoves my jeans down, freeing my erection.
And she grips it a moment later.
It twitches in her hand, and I groan. I drag my mouth off her nipple and up her chest, leaving a trail of kisses. I get to the edge of the bandage and bite it, pulling it off with a quick yank.
She gasps. I spit it away and look down at the angry red X. It makes my heart sing a little, because I have the matching one. I kiss her red skin, licking at it, then move upward. I suck on her neck, my hips moving and thrusting my dick in her hand.
She jacks me off, her hold on me nearly strangling. In a twisted way, it’s just what I need. A bit of pain to stave off the pleasure.
