Pike (Sin City Saints Hockey 2)

I smile and nod, and he takes my face in his hands and leans forward to kiss me. I feel everything in Pike’s kiss. There’s tenderness and desire, longing laced with uncertainty. He slides a hand around the back of my neck, the kiss turning passionate and making me moan softly into his mouth.

I slide a hand up his thigh, and when I reach the edge of his shorts, he pulls back abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, confused.

“I want you so fucking bad, Indie. You have no idea. If you want me to kiss you, I will, but once your hands start roaming, I’ll want a lot more than just kissing.”

His eyes are glazed over and he watches me like a caged beast. Knowing how much he wants me turns me on. I stand up, smiling at him, and move to stand beside the chair he’s sitting in.

“Turn and face me,” I say.

He does, and I spend a few seconds just taking him in. God, he’s sexy. Smooth lines of muscle, inked arms, and the beard he must have trimmed to the perfect length between yesterday and today. Even the light-colored hair on his legs is hot.

I step forward, standing between his legs. He looks up at me, his nostrils flaring slightly.

“Don’t touch until I say you can,” I tell him, enjoying the power I hold over him in this moment.

His gaze stays locked on me, and his hands remain at his sides. I put my hands on his shoulders and lower myself to sit on his lap, straddling him.

He groans as I press my chest to his, his hands now frozen in the air near my legs. He’s warm, and his gaze is hot and hungry. When I scoot closer and feel his erection, I moan softly and he shudders.

God, it feels amazing. It was never like this with Dean. I’ve never felt this kind of desire—every nerve ending in my body is screaming for the same thing. I graze my lips across Pike’s mouth, pulling back and running my hands through his hair, over his cheeks, and down his beard.

“I want you, too,” I whisper against his lips.

“Indie…” he says, his voice strained with desire.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to fuck your pussy with my fingers, my tongue, my cock, until you come so hard you squirt all over me,” he says in a low tone.

The tingle I felt in my core is now a hot, throbbing sensation. A single touch from him could undo me, even with all my clothes on.

“You can kiss me now, but that’s all,” I say, my mouth hovering in front of his.

He pounces, capturing my lips with his. I can feel his pent-up desire as his tongue lashes against mine and he grazes my lips between his teeth.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. “You can do anything you want now.”

With a low groan, he puts his hands on my ass and pulls me hard against him, his mouth continuing to assault mine in the most delicious way.

“Anything?” he asks, leaning back far enough to look me in the eye, but close enough I can feel his breath on my lips.

My heart skips a beat as I give in to what I want so badly.

“Anything.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Pike

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She said I can do anything, but the only word in my mind right now is everything. That’s what I want with Indie.

I stand up, taking her with me by keeping my hands cupped around her ass. She tightens her hold around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist as I walk toward my bedroom, both of us kissing each other with all the pent-up desire that’s been building the past few months.

We manage to make it to my bedroom, where I put a knee on the bed and lower Indie to the mattress. She smiles up at me as I hover over her, her lips slightly swollen from our passionate kisses.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I say softly.

She reaches beneath my shirt and runs her palms over my abs, running her fingers over each indentation, and then coasting her hands up to my chest, briefly brushing across my nipples.

Her smile widens and her lips part as she says, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. A really long time.”

With her hands still caressing the front of my body, I grab the back of my T-shirt behind my neck and pull it off in one smooth motion. Indie looks up at me with bright eyes, my gaze locking with hers. Something about this moment, and the sensation of her hands on me, just feels different.

Not just different—it feels right. I’ve waited a long time to feel this way. To want one, and only one, woman with every fiber of my being. And to have her want me back is everything I could ever ask for.