Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

One of his feet pushed between her high heels and eased one of her feet to the side. His hand slid into the heat between her legs, and Lexi’s whole body exploded with the electric excitement of his touch. Her hips pushed forward. A moan rolled out of her throat.

“Easy, baby,” Jax whispered, his touch too light for Lexi’s needs. She pushed harder against his hand, and he pulled back. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”

She whimpered in disappointment.

Jax nudged her other foot to the side and pushed his big hand deeper between her legs.

“Yeeees.” She pressed both hands against the door and pushed back against him, but his body was a wall of rock. He didn’t move.

“Hold still, beauti

ful.” His tone was a blend of dark and naughty. “This one’s on me. You can help next time.”

With his hot palm heavy over her sex, he stroked her outer lips with those big, strong fingers. Hot, heavy strokes.

“Perfect. So wet.” With a growl, his teeth sank into the curve between her neck and shoulder.

One thick, hot finger pressed past her folds and dipped inside. The touch of a stranger. A sexy, unknown man who was going to do nothing but fuck her. The reality thrilled Lexi to ridiculous levels. If she had time to think about it, all her fear would have washed back in. But Jax didn’t give her time to think. His chest pressed against her shoulders as he pushed deeper, his mouth on the side of her neck, a growl of pleasure vibrating in his throat.

He did something inside her when he pulled out that created a delicious pressure. Lexi arched, wrapped one arm up and around his neck again, holding him tight. “Jax, not enough,” she whispered, panting. “Fuck me.”

“No way.” He scraped his teeth across her shoulder, and when he moved inside her again, it was with two fingers, sizzling friction along her walls and a new sensation of delicious fullness. “When I fuck you, baby, it’s going to be for hours.”

She’d heard that before. But it had never happened. Given the men she’d been with, she was glad. This time…this time she both believed he’d follow through and that she’d be glad he did. But she wasn’t thrilled she’d have to wait.

He pulled out of her, dragging two fingers back and forth until his thick fingertips were seated deep within her folds on either side of her clit. His touch was confident, featherlight, and shot zings of excitement to her core.

“This is what I want,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry.

A streak of unease flared. Lexi wasn’t into pain. And the combination of her need and his very specific attentions on her most vulnerable nerve center made her tense.

“Jax—”

Her concerns never made it out of her mouth. His fingers tightened at the base of her clit, and Lexi’s throat convulsed. Her brain whited out in a neon snowstorm. Liquid fire burned through her pelvis, melted down her legs. Lexi struggled for air. Her fingers had fused to the door handle.

When Jax’s touch eased, the extreme pleasure faded into something deeper and more widespread, something that made Lexi want to ride his hand. But she was afraid to move, not prepared for another electric shock of ecstasy. Her muscles went soft, and she let her head fall against the door.

“Holy. Fuck.” She breathed the words on a whisper.

“Mmm,” was all Jax had to say as he wet his fingers inside her again, making slow, luscious circles at her opening before turning back to the very delicate art of blowing her mind with nothing more than the pinpoint-fine movements of two fingers.

“This is where the ride starts, Lex,” he whispered in her ear, a dark thrill in his voice. “In this little bundle of nerves. Don’t pump into my hand, baby, or this won’t feel as good as it could.”

The arm at her waist tightened again, drawing her back snug against him, trapping her. Making sure she didn’t have a choice to move or not. Lexi fought the thread of her personality that automatically needed to take back that sliver of control, because the rest of her reveled in letting him have it.

Then he made her forget all about control with the slightest movement of his fingers—gentle slides, tender tugs, slight pulses tantalizing this place hidden deep in her sex. Something that had always been there, but no other man, not even long-time lovers, had ever found. Something even Lexi had never explored. Yet, something a sexy stranger used to drive her to the moon within fifteen minutes of touching her.

He chuckled in her ear, dragging her down from the stratosphere and shooting tingles along her skin.

“God, I love the sounds you make,” he murmured, adjusting the angle of his arm and pushing deeper between her legs. His fingers squeezed just a tiny bit more, and Lexi lost herself on the very edge of orgasm. But Jax immediately eased his touch. “No, not yet. Hearing you ache for it turns me on.”

She hadn’t realized she’d been making sounds. Lexi was so out of her mind with the sensations tightening her body, she was oblivious. Orgasm was close. It loomed bright, sparkling, and phantasmic. And she wanted it. Bad.

“Jax.” She dropped her head back on his shoulder. “Can’t do this… Need more…”

“I know.” He dotted a trail of kisses over her cheek, her eyelid, her temple. “But you feel so good.”

Her mind wasn’t working. She couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. And he was moving again, his fingers searching until Lexi gritted her teeth and groaned. But the moment he’d found his mark, fireworks of pleasure shot through Lexi’s body. She dropped the hand around his neck to his forearm, digging her nails into his thick muscles.