Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

“Unfortunately,” she said. “I do have to go back to my mom’s. I have a lot to do for tomorrow and I never disappoint a client.”

The excitement in his eyes dimmed a little, but he nodded. “I respect that.”

Since he didn’t come around the bar to her as she’d hoped, Olivia eased back. Her shirt fell open a little more and Tate’s gaze slid downward.

“What the…” he murmured and took one step forward, planted his hands on the bar and leaned in, looking down. His eyes scanned her lower body, naked except for a pair of clinging lacy panties before he slammed them shut. “Holy. Shit.”

She laughed. “Welcome to the wild zone, Mr. Donovan.”

A look of desire flashed over his face before he dropped his forehead against the bar with a groaned, “Olivia.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I figured if the room had cameras they wouldn’t catch much behind here.”

He didn’t move. Just groaned again.

“Does the room have cameras?”

“No,” he breathed.

“In that case, get your sexy ass over here and warm me up.”

He exhaled heavily and lifted his head. The want flashing in his eyes struck heat between her legs. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

Her grin grew. “I don’t want to do that, but I would like to get your heart beating really, really fast.”

Tate pushed up and looked over his shoulder at the rink where kids and coaches sped across the ice.

“You’ve ne

ver had sex in a semi public place, have you?” she asked.

He returned his gaze to her. “Fuck no.”

She took his face between her hands and pulled him towered her for a kiss. She licked his lips, then into his mouth and curled her tongue around his. Pulling back, she found his dark eyes dazed and hungry.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for days,” she said. “I’m sleeping like shit, and I have to be coherent enough to function tomorrow if I’m going to pull off this party. Take one for the team, Tate. Go lock the door and get back here.”

Without a word he strode to the door, opened it a couple inches and looked down the hall. When he closed and locked it, a thrill shot through Olivia’s body. Anticipation launched her temperature. Excitement spiked her heart rate. And by the time he returned to her behind the bar, she jumped into his arms.

He caught her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. With one arm tight at her waist, one behind her head, he covered her mouth with his and the hunger between them swept her away from everything but him. Relief, hunger and need vibrated in his throat.

Both physical need and their location infused urgency into Olivia. She unclasped her hands from his neck and broke the kiss to reach for his pants. Tate’s mouth moved to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, shooting shivers over her skin.

“Baby,” he rasped, “you blow my mind.” Then his teeth bit into her shoulder. The sting made her gasp and shot lust between her legs. “Fuckin’ want you so bad.”

He lowered her butt to a stool she’d pulled behind the bar and he leaned back. While Olivia struggled to get his zipper down around his erection, Tate stroked and squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples.

She finally got his pants undone when Tate released the clasp between her breasts and her bra fell away. He groaned, bent and covered one breast with his hot mouth.

Sensation crashed through her breast, sank into her chest, melted between her legs. Tate’s hand followed, his fingers sliding over the silk fabric of her panties in firm circles.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She found the rungs of the stool with her feet and lifted into his touch. “Oh yes.” All she could do was pull at his shirt and wind her fingers in his hair, his body was too far away to grab. She bent her head close to his. “Come here. Let me touch you. Need—”

He moved his mouth from her breast to her lips, cutting off her demands. Then he was stroking the other breast with one hand, while his opposite hand slipped beneath her panties and slid over her sex.

She gasped, broke the kiss and opened her eyes to his. Then his hand moved, Olivia’s eyes crossed and her head dropped back. Everything was happening so fast. She wanted to slow down and savor it, but knew they couldn’t.

Before she righted her head, Tate had her panties at her knees. Olivia pressed her hands to the cushion of the stool to balance as he swept them off her feet then parted her thighs to take his hips as soon as he rose. Instead of pushing his hips between her legs, he dragged them over his shoulders and covered her pussy with his hot mouth. His hot, hungry mouth.