Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

She combed both hands through his hair and pressed her forehead to his. Sex had never been like this for her. She’d never even imagined sex like this. So fluid. So hot. So all-consuming. So easy. So right. “Want you so bad.”

Groaning, he covered her body with his. The feel of him pressing her into the bed made her moan. She lifted her hips, rocking against him. Beckett tugged the edge of her tank down enough to pull her nipple into his mouth while he stroked the other with one heavy, calloused hand. Heat and pleasure shot through her breast, and Eden squirmed beneath him, but he took his sweet time, teasing her with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the hard tip.

“Mmm, Beckett…” she complained.

His hand abandoned her other breast, slid down her abdomen, and pressed between her legs. But it wasn’t enough.

“Skin.” She pressed her foot to the bed and rolled him to his side, then pushed him to his back. “I need skin. I need you. And I need both now.”

She pushed off the edge of the bed, found her feet, and dragged his jeans down his legs. He toed off his shoes, and she ditched his pants. Then she pressed her hands to his legs and purposefully slid them all the way up his amazing body, before lying on top of him. “Puuuuur-fect.”

“Not perfect.” He flipped her and tugged off

her tank. Kissed and nibbled his way down her abdomen while he worked her jeans off, then stood to pull off her shoes, then her pants and panties. “Now. That’s. Perfect.”

He stroked a flat hand over her stomach, between her legs, and slid his fingers inside her.

Eden gasped. Wiggled toward him. “Mmm. Yes.”

He wrapped his free hand around the back of her thigh and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Pushed her thighs wide. And dropped to his knees, covering her with his mouth. Heat, pressure, and moisture shocked her with ecstasy. She cried out, arched, and lost her mind until he pulled back. She rolled her head to the side and found him watching her. His tongue slid over her again and again. Eden wanted him inside her, but he wasn’t giving her a moment to breathe. With his hot eyes watching her, he flicked her with the tip of his tongue, teasing her higher, higher, higher, and then he kissed her, licked her, kissed her…

“Beck—”

He spread her with his fingers, and her muscles jerked. She drew her arms in, fisted her hands under her chin, and watched him circle the very tip of her clit, slowly, gently, maddeningly, endlessly tantalizing. The sight was sinfully erotic, adding gasoline to her fire.

And when she edged toward climax, he kissed her, licked her, and started the pattern all over again, endlessly patient as he drove her insane. He groaned against her pussy, and the vibrations quivered through her sex.

“Ah God—” Her head rolled side to side; her abdominal muscles flinched and quivered.

Beckett stopped teasing and started eating. Full mouth suction over her, solid pressure on her clit with his tongue. Eden curled toward him in a partial crunch. And Beckett growled, then took her clit between his lips, and—

The climax blasted through her. A hot, wild surge of ecstasy that shot her out of her body. Her muscles contracted, pulling her forward, then throwing her back. She arched, and her thighs came together around Beckett’s head. He pushed them wide again and continued to kiss and lick and eat, making her moan and writhe and pant.

Her brain was still floating somewhere amid a white haze when Beckett slid up her body, kissing her everywhere. He framed her face and pulled her in for a hot kiss. He tasted musky and male and thrilling, and Eden needed him inside her, filling her, completing her in the moment. She reached for his jeans on the floor, and Beckett untangled their legs to get out of her way. Twisting to her side, she dragged his wallet from the pocket, then rested on her forearms to search for the condom. She pulled one out as Beckett’s body pressed to her back, his lips teasing her neck and shoulders.

When she dropped the wallet, Beckett leaned into her, rolling her toward her stomach. He covered her hand and took the condom, but didn’t rush to put it on. Instead, he pushed up on his hands, lifting his weight off her back. Used one knee to spread her thighs, then sank his hips against her ass, rocking into her with a hungry groan. Pulling her hair aside, he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck, turned her head toward her shoulder, and bent over her to take her mouth in a hungry kiss while his hot cock stroked her skin.

She closed her eyes, absorbing the delicious sensations. So many—both physical and emotional—she couldn’t understand them all, couldn’t categorize them all. She only knew he made her feel intensely sexy, utterly beautiful, and desired to her core. And all that whipped up a wild want inside her.

She broke the kiss to beg, “Please. Inside me.”

The sound that rolled in his throat echoed with a primal quality that lit a fire between Eden’s legs. He sat back, and the rip-rip of foil made satisfaction settle deep in Eden’s body. She pushed up on one elbow and twisted to watch him. The sight of his big, masculine hand stroking the condom on his cock tightened her sex. Then he lifted his gaze to hers and rocked forward again, pressing his body against her.

He kissed her before pulling away and licking his fingers. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked. Eden pulled a sharp breath. Her eyes closed, hands curled into the comforter. Beckett slid the head of his cock over her swollen, slick folds, and a shaky moan passed through her lips.

He pressed into her, and the moan deepened in her throat. She rocked her hips back.

“Want more?” he asked, his voice husky and hungry.

“God, yes.”

He gripped her hips and lifted her ass, impaling her slowly. So slowly.

“Man, talk about the best seats in the house. That’s so fucking hot.” He growled, pulled out slowly, pushed back in just as slowly. “Wish I could watch this show all goddamned night.”

Eden whimpered and bit her lip. Beckett moved his hands from her hips to her ass and gripped her cheeks, digging his fingers in until the bite made her moan. Over and over and over, he pushed inside her, then pulled out, stroked her with his fingers, then pushed his cock into her again. Inch by inch by exquisite inch.

“Want more, Eden?”