Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

She choked out a sound. “Beckett…”

She was so close, floating out of orgasm range where all she could think about was reaching the peak, opening up, and receiving that lightning bolt of ecstasy. It had been so long. And she was so hungry.

“I love hearing my name in that breathy voice,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to hear you when you’re grinding against my mouth. When my cock is filling you. When I’m pounding inside you.”

The erotic images he created in her head only drove her higher, faster. “Beck…”

“I want to see you in bed, naked, sweating, panting, begging,” he rasped in her ear, “free to writhe and scream.”

She whimpered. “Need to come…”

“Patience.” He smoothed his hand over her hair, and closed it on the back of her neck again. “There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours as long as you want me tonight. And tonight is all about you, Eden. Let go. Relax. This is only the pleasure I can deliver with the tips of my fingers. There’s so much more waiting for you.”

The awesomeness of his generosity seemed unreal, even in Eden’s altered state. But she’d have to think about that later, because she was floating on a plateau beyond the reach of the release she’d grown rabid for.

“You’re so ready,” he growled in her ear, then added pressure somewhere inside her that pushed her that last step toward the cliff edge.

“Ah…”

And he pushed her again.

Before she got a sound out, Beckett pulled her face into his neck. The orgasm slammed through her in one hard quake, turning all her muscles rigid and shooting intense electrical pulses of pleasure over every nerve. Her cries came muffled against his skin. Lights burst against her closed lids. And shiver after shiver rocked through her, each leaving her a little more spent than the one before.

In Beckett’s safe hold, the release probably appeared controlled and subdued, more like an emotional meltdown than the orgasm of the decade. But inside, every cell of her body swelled with light before popping and spilling ecstasy through her until she finally settled into a feathery lightness that felt a lot like pure joy.

8

Beckett had managed to steal Eden out of the bar without anyone from the team giving him a hard time. If they’d noticed, he’d catch shit tomorrow. But he’d take as much shit as they dished out and he’d smile through it all too.

He stopped on the corner where a group of pedestrians waited at a red light. She was already leaning into him, but he pulled her into the circle of his arms and tugged the collar of her jacket closed against the DC wind. “Are you warm?”

She smiled up at him. The same smile she’d been wearing since she’d floated back to earth after that orgasm at the bar, a sort of dazed grin, like she had a secret. “I don’t think I’ll ever be cold again.” She curled her fingers into the front of his overcoat. “And thinking about getting you naked is keeping me all toasty. Skin on skin,” she said, her voice throaty. “God, I can’t wait.”

Her hair blew across her face, and Beckett lifted his hand to push it away. Only when it was too late to stop did he realize he’d probably moved too fast. But she didn’t startle or avoid his touch. And that was great progress in his opinion.

Though making her orgasm in the midst of a crowd of dozens was progress too. On a whole different level. The thought of getting her back to his apartment to see what other intimate levels they could achieve tonight was making his cock throb and his mouth water.

“You floored me in there tonight,” he said honestly. “I can’t remember the last time a woman blew me away like you did.”

“Hmm.” She laughed softly. “I think you were the one who blew me away.” She pushed up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down to kiss him. And, man, he loved the way she kissed.

With 90 percent of his blood currently in his cock, he didn’t know exactly why he loved

it so much. But he didn’t care either. And he couldn’t wait to get her back to his apartment and start getting to know every intimate inch of her.

“Why’d you turn down the other girls?” she asked, flipping Beckett’s mind upside down.

“What?”

“The two pretty girls who came up to you earlier. You hooked them up with two of your teammates.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. They weren’t my type.” And he really didn’t want to go into why. He didn’t see any good coming out of that conversation at this moment. He cupped her jaw and stroked her cheek. “Where are you from, Eden Kennedy?”

“California.”

“Whoa. You’re pretty far from home.”

“That’s where I’m from, it’s not my home. This is my home for now.”