Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

She pulled back. “Drive. Halfway down on the left.”

But Eden continued to kiss and lick and bite his neck, and he kept his hand in her hair as he drove.

“Arrived,” Siri announced.

He put the car in Park, and Eden was giddy with anticipation. She reached down, unbuckled her seat belt, and found his attention out the window.

Eden followed his gaze. “What?”

“I didn’t realize where we were going with all the talk, and then…you, scrambling my brains.” He looked at her. “Eden, this is the worst neighborhood in Metro.”

She laughed. “You think I don’t know that?”

He looked genuinely troubled. “How long have you lived here?”

“About a year.” She tried to lighten the mood. “And let me tell you, it’s an improvement on my last place.”

He reached across the seats to clasp her thigh again. “I know rents around here are high, but have you thought about looking for another place, in a safer neighborhood?”

A spot inside her warmed. “But if I did that, I wouldn’t get to see all those badass dance moves the dealers bust out between sales or have my nightmares cut short by gunfire. This neighborhood has its benefits. Hell, I could stay in my pj’s and slippers and hit the 7-Eleven for a six-pack twenty-four seven. And, damn, with my schedule, you can’t put a price tag on that kind of entertainment or convenience—”

He kissed her quiet, then met her eyes again. “I’m serious.”

She smiled and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “And I’m serious about getting you out of these clothes.” She opened the door, then glanced back at him, gesturing to the car. “Oh, but…this has an alarm, right? And you’ve got it insured, right? And”—she cocked her head—“does comprehensive cover hubcaps? And wheels?”

“Jesus Christ, Eden—”

She hopped out and shut the door. He gave her the most adorable glare through the windshield—half-frustrated, half-amused. Eden walked backward toward the stairway that led down to her basement apartment, crooking her finger at him. “Out of the car, Croft. We need a little more maneuverability for what I’ve got planned.”

He pushed from the car and locked it as he followed Eden. But he took his damn sweet time, his narrowed eyes scanning every dreary apartment complex, every dilapidated townhome, every barely running vehicle on the street.

She waited at the door. Beckett was on the top step, distracted by a car driving by screaming rap music with a bass that shook the air. Growing impatient, Eden climbed the three steps, fisted the front of his jersey, and pulled him down to the apartment.

“Would it make you feel better to know that the townhome is owned by a little old lady who’s eighty-six years old?” she asked. “And that her family rents the basement to me cheaper than dirt so I can be here if Willa needs anything?”

“Not really.”

She pressed her body against his, pushed up on her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “She’s hard of hearing.”

And she kissed him the way she wanted to fuck him—deep, slow, wet, and hot.

He groaned, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her closer. Finally, his mind was in the right place. She broke the kiss to reach back and grabbed the door handle. His mouth slid to her neck, shooting tingles along her shoulders.

She fumbled to open the door and pulled him into the apartment. It seemed all his worries over the neighborhood had melted in the heat between them. Excitement spiraled inside her. She broke from his mouth to pull his jersey over his head, then kissed a path down his torso while she worked on his belt and jeans.

Beckett swept off the jersey he’d given her, stroked his hands over the tank she’d been wearing under her hoodie, and cupped her naked breasts beneath the cotton. But as soon as she had his jeans open, Eden lowered to her knees, pulling his pants and boxers low enough to free him, and immediately took his hard length into her mouth.

Beckett’s whole body jerked, and he swore. And as Eden started moving and exploring, his hands cupped her jaw, stroked over her hair, and drew it off her face. Eden was lost in the salty, insanely male taste of him. Of the silky smooth feel of his cock inside her mouth, on her tongue, sliding along her lips. God, she’d been fantasizing about this all week. Oh, how she loved getting caught up in the passion, in the pleasure, in the escape.

She leaned into him, taking him deep and slow until he filled her throat.

“God, Eden…”

The rough, lust-filled words drew her gaze. Up his gorgeous body, up his ripped abs, up his wide muscled chest, to his eyes, dark and on fire, watching her. She held his gaze as she stroked him and sucked him. Held his gaze as she drove him deep, deep, deep into her mouth again. Held his gaze as fire washed over his features, as his jaw pulsed, as he finally dropped his head back with “God damn…”

Then he bent over her, pressed his mouth to her hair, and murmured, “So good, baby. Come here.”

He curved his hands around her biceps and gently pulled her to her feet, where he immediately kissed her, stroking her tongue, sucking her lips, and walking her backward to the bed. Then he lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.