Page 65 of Hot Shot
Again.
This must be what playing hockey does for him.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he growls.
I push them together and shift so my chest is closer to his face. Hoping to entice him to suck one of them into his mouth or touch me.
I’m so wound up that if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to take care of it myself.
He stares at me for a beat before rolling off me and sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me.
“Hunter?” My voice is shaky.Shit. What happened?
“I need a second. Okay, sweets?” He takes a deep breath, and I steel myself for what he’s going to say.
That he made a mistake. That we’re better off as friends. That once again my instincts were wrong. I wrap my arms around myself and start to sit up.
He turns back to me and gestures to where I’m sitting. “None of that.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I needed a moment so I didn’t do something crazy like tear my clothes off and have my way with you. You’re beautiful. You take my breath away. I don’t want to rush things.”
I drop my arms as he stares at me, and my body heats up at the way his eyes rake over me.
“Hunter, I want you. I need you. If you won’t help me, I’ll take care of myself, and you can watch or leave.” I stare at him, my chest heaving, hoping he chooses to come back over here and continue what we started.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m not leaving. While I’d love to watch you get yourself off, I’d much prefer to be the one to do it.”
“Please,” I beg, running a hand over my chest, hoping to encourage him to touch me as I lie back down on the bed.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbles before crawling over to me.
He stares down at me and cups one of my breasts. I let out a moan, which seems to spur him on because he dips his head and takes my other breast into his mouth.
I’ve never come from someone playing with my breasts, never thought it was possible, but the way he’s sucking, licking, and pulling at my nipples I might.
I wrap one hand in his hair, tugging gently at the strands, and he growls.
I trail my other hand down my stomach, making quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. As I’m slipping a hand down the front of my underwear, he lets go of my nipple with a pop and grabs my wrist.
“Nope,” he says, popping thep.
“Please,” I’m begging but I don’t care. I’m so turned on right now. So close to coming.
Hunter smirks and sits back on his heels, then pulls his shirt off with one hand like the guys in the movies do.
Fuck me if he isn’t perfectly muscled. I know this. I’ve seen him without his shirt on.
But something about seeing him like this, with the sunlight streaming in, a little bit of sweat dripping down his chest, is a whole other thing.
“Like what you see?” He winks, flexing his muscles.
“Like you have to ask.” I reach up and pull him down, fusing our lips together. All too quickly he tears his lips away from mine and rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one hand.
“Take your pants off, Madison,” he growls.
I shiver with anticipation and shimmy out of the rest of my clothes, ending up naked on the bed.
