Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

When she focused on his handsome face, his lust-darkened eyes held a wickedly pleased edge. But then she realized his hands were still tied to the headboard.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” She propped herself up on her knees and lunged forward, but her hands weren’t working the way they usually did, and it felt like it took forever to get the knot loose. And while she fought with his tie, Beckett’s mouth roamed her breasts, licking and nipping and sucking.

“You’re not helping yourself here,” she told him, b

ut he didn’t seem to care. When she freed his hands, Eden massaged his biceps and shoulders. “Do your arms hurt? Are you okay?”

He wrapped his arms around her and sat up. Her legs splayed across his lap, and Beckett pressed a hand to the back of her head, guiding her lips to his for a slow, deep kiss. She softened against him and was rewarded with the delicious sensation of skin on skin.

Beckett pulled back an inch. “I might need some TLC to help me forget about the ache in my shoulders.”

“You think?”

His brow pulled in serious contemplation. “I think.”

She combed both hands through his hair and rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy over his erection. Beckett’s moan rumbled through him like an earthquake.

The man had the body of a god, the face of a dark angel, and the soul of a lover. He wasn’t the kind of man Eden should be hooking up with for the first time in years. He was the kind of man a woman got serious about. The kind of man a woman changed her life for.

And Eden would never change her life for a man ever again.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

Fire flared in Beckett’s dark eyes, tugging at something deep and elemental inside her. His hands stroked down her back, over her ass, and squeezed. “First, and most important,” he said, his voice a low growl, “will you wear these boots while I fuck you? They are so smokin’ hot.”

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask.” Her sex clenched at the thought of him fucking her. “But don’t you want me to finish what I started and what you interrupted? Because I’d love to suck you.”

“You are mind-blowing. But let’s save that for later. I still have so much to explore.” Beckett tilted his head and took her mouth with an all-encompassing hunger. And while she was drowning in his kiss, he rolled her to her back. His legs tangled with hers, his mouth explored beyond her lips, and his hands traveled all over her body, sending her mind into a perpetual spin.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, she could only absorb flashes. The feel of his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. The heat of him. The deliciously sexy scent of him. The hunger of his mouth as his lips and tongue traveled over her throat. The sounds vibrating in his chest.

One of his big, warm hands slid down her thigh and pulled it wide, giving him room to wedge his erection against her sex. Sensation rushed her lower body. Eden moaned, bowed, and sank her hands into his hair. Beckett growled in approval, slid his hand back up to her ass, and gripped as he rocked against her.

“You feel so good,” she breathed at his temple.

His mouth moved over her collarbone, her shoulder, her chest, then closed over her nipple. Pleasure blasted through her breast and pulled between her legs.

Eden arched, groaned, and pulled at his hair. This wasn’t how she remembered sex. What she remembered was more like a Sunday afternoon, mellow and mild and moderately satisfying. This was sex on drugs. Intense, wild, and highly addictive.

Beckett rocked his hips against her. His erection slid along her sex, thick and hard and hot.

“Want you,” she said, panting. “So bad. Right now.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. His eyes were hot, his expression fierce. He gripped her waist and leaned sideways, tipping Eden off-balance.

“Beck—”

“Wallet,” he rasped, twisting to reach toward his pants on the floor “Need my wallet. In my pocket.”

He pulled is wallet free, opened it, and plucked something from the inside fold.

Yes.

Eden’s pussy clenched with anticipation. She took the small square from his fingers, but he closed his arms around her and lay back on the bed, dragging her with him. Stealing the condom back, he ripped it open, and rolled it on.

Then he curved his arm around her waist, rolled to his knees, and pulled her into his lap for a slow, wet kiss. The length of his erection slid easily over her slick entrance, and she moaned into his mouth. And while his tongue stroked hers, his hands guided her hips to position himself. He pulled out of the kiss, pressed his forehead to hers, and held her gaze as he pushed inside.

Delicious pressure spread through her pelvis. Her hands slid into his hair and fisted.