Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

Beckett’s eyes slid closed, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “Fuck,” he said, voice low and rough and tight. “So good.”

The pleasure in his voice rekindled Eden’s energy. And the feel of him inside her urged her body to move. She pressed her face to his neck, drew in his masculine scent of musk and spice, and used the strength in her thighs to move over him. Slowly at first, getting used to the stretch, she drew him out, then pushed him deep. Sensations erupted along her walls, spread through her pelvis, making her crave him faster and deeper.

“God, Eden…” His voice shook, and he lifted one hand to clasp the back of her head. “You’re so… Baby, I’m…” He pressed his face against her shoulder and lifted into her. “Fuck.”

The pleasure in his voice filled Eden with a euphoria she hadn’t experienced in forever. “I want to feel you come, Beckett.” Her hand slipped to his shoulder, and she dug in to hold on as he moved faster. “Come hard for me.”

He growled, pulled his head back, and cupped her cheek, meeting her eyes. “Come with me.”

She pressed her forehead to his. “You fucking overachiever.”

He huffed a laugh, then covered her mouth and kissed her deep. One arm wrapped low on her hips and pulled her against him, holding her still as he thrust, thrust, thrust, giving her clit as much action as her pussy.

And God, the feel of him filling her, holding her, trying so hard to please her…

Both his hands slid down her back and over her ass. He drew her cheeks apart and pushed harder, deeper, lifting her whole body with his power. His cock pounded something inside her that spurted a thrill through her lower body. A cry erupted from her throat, and her hand tightened on his shoulder.

“I love that sound,” Beckett ground out. “Let me hear you, Eden.”

When he thrust again, a sliver of pain preceded the blast of pleasure and she cried out louder. Longer.

“Oh yeah,” Beckett praised. “God, that’s good. I’m gonna come hard for you, Eden.”

“Yes,” she breathed, lightheaded from the ecstasy flowing through her body. “Yes.”

They were both sweating, and Eden’s grip on his shoulder kept slipping. He drove harder and deeper and faster until a perpetual cry streamed from Eden’s mouth, punctuated by “Beckett” or “Yes.”

“Bring it, baby,” he demanded in a dark, raspy voice that coiled inside Eden with carnal sensuality. “Come with me.”

She whimpered. He thrust. Thrust. Thrust. And Eden broke with a scream and a shudder. Beckett let go at the same time. His strong body tensed and recoiled. Drove, tensed, recoiled. The frenzied, repetitive pattern rubbed all Eden’s pleasure spots just the right way, dragging even more climaxes to the surface.

By the time Beckett’s orgasm drained him, Eden was sweating and spent, spread limp across Beckett’s lap. She was supported by his bulk, enclosed in his arms, and filled with his body. And she felt an inexplicable new weight in her chest. A sense of being owned in a primal, fundamental way she couldn’t explain, by this man she’d only meant to use for a quick fling back into life.

She forced herself to lift her head. A quick cleanup, and she wanted to be on her way. Definitely before he brought up the idea of her going home. Talk about an ego crusher.

But when she eased her grip on his shoulders and leaned back a little, her head spun.

Beckett stroked a hand down her hair and gently pressed her head back down. “Stay.” The quick rise and fall of his chest mixed with the hard beat of his heart. “This is…perfect. You feel so…perfect. Just another minute.”

One of his hands traced circles low on her back. The other twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. His cheek rested on her head. And, other than his heavy breaths, he remained silent. Contentedly, peacefully silent.

Warmth snuck past Eden’s defenses, and she relaxed against him again. In those moments, all her senses seemed to flip back on. She closed her eyes to memorize the thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear. Drew deep lungfuls of air to pull in the heady mingled scents of his skin and their sex. Slid her hands over his shoulders, loving the warmth of his skin.

And she was more than a little surprised at how amazing it felt to have a man holding her again. But then, she couldn’t remember any man holding her like this…maybe ever, let alone after sex.

Beckett finally took a deep breath and exhaled, but didn’t move. “That was fucking amazing, Eden.”

The soft words and his awe-filled tone deepened the warmth burning beneath her ribs. She didn’t know what to say to that. Amazing didn’t begin to describe that experience for her, and she opted to remain silent, pressing her mouth to his for a soft kiss instead. To relieve the ache between her legs, far more noticeable now that the intense pleasure had faded, Eden rose slowly on her knees, easing him from her body.

But he held her close and pulled her back to his lap, searching her face. “Are you okay?”

She laughed a little. “I’m better than okay.”

His concern gave way to that killer smile. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She stroked his face and decided to be honest. There really wasn’t any risk. He already had an ego the size of Texas. And she wasn’t going to do this again. “Sex has never been like that for me before.”

His smile faded, his eyes softened, and he lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. “I’m glad,” he said softly, then nodded. “Really glad.” He kissed her, gently, slowly, letting his tongue taste her in languid strokes that made things deep inside her spark and stir. He pulled back and smiled into her eyes. “I’ll clean up, then we can nap, and I’ll wake you in an hour or two in an unforgettable way.”