Dirty Score (Rough Riders Hockey 3)

God, she still couldn’t quite believe she was with Rafe. Really with Rafe. She couldn’t begin to count the times she’d fantasized about this very moment. Yet the real thing was far more intense than she’d ever imagined. So much deeper than anything she’d had with any other man.

His eyes closed. Jaw clenched. And he echoed her thoughts. “So sweet.” He opened his eyes, and the fire there sparked in Mia’s gut. “Mia. God, Mia.”

He pulled out and thrust again—long, slow, and deep. The decadent stretch of him filling her made her mouth drop open, made her fingers curl into his shirt. She wanted him naked. Wanted to do this all night.

“Baby,” he said, breathless, pressing his forehead to hers, “I can’t believe…how fucking…good you feel.”

Mia reached lower, slid her hands beneath his clothes, and gripped his ass, pulling him into her while she tilted her pelvis to take him deeper.

He growled, eyes falling closed. The heat of his cock burned inside her. His hands tightened in her hair, and he kissed her—deeply, hungrily. And just kept kissing her. Like he’d never get enough. Like he could kiss her for hours.

And as much as she wished they had hours, they didn’t.

“More,” she told him, rocking her pelvis back to draw him out, loving the drag against her walls. “Give me more, Rafe.”

He exhaled, opened his eyes, and they burned into hers. “Baby, I’m not gonna last…”

“You don’t have time to last.” Every minute that passed ticked down to the moment when Tate would return. “And I need more.”

He growled, but delivered with long, deep, steady thrusts that pushed Mia toward climax with shocking speed. All while keeping his eyes focused on hers. His expression so primal, so intense he burrowed into her heart and drove her body toward ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Her nails dug into the muscle of his ass. A tight, muscled ass that flexed and released on every thrust. His hair fell out of that hastily gelled, negligent bad-boy style and fell into his eyes. Sweat glistened on his forehead. God, she wished she could memorize him. Right this second. Memorize him and save that memory as clearly as if she were in the moment.

“Baby,” he murmured. “I never want to stop. Want to stay inside you forever.”

His passion rose and his thrusts came harder and faster, but he never broke eye contact. That one simple act made the sex even more intense. More intimate. So consuming, she felt like he crawled into her soul.

“God,” he growled through clenched teeth. “The way you squeeze me is heaven. Want to feel you gush all over me, Mia. Come for me, baby. Want to feel you come, Mia.”

She responded as if his words had control over her body. Two more thrusts and her climax burst deep in her pelvis. She clenched as the vise of pressure exploded. One burst of pleasure after another. Arching her back. Forcing sounds of ecstasy from her mouth.

Before the last shudder rocked her body, Rafe curved his arms around her, and, holding himself deep inside her, he straightened, pulling her back to straddle across his lap. Her body weight and lax muscles allowed him to push so deep, the sensation closed her throat. The way his pelvis pressed against her in this position pushed her toward another orgasm before the last had even left her body.

His other hand slid into her hair and cradled her head, holding her gaze to his. “That is so hot,” he said between heavy breaths. “I can’t even tell you. Need it again. Come for me again, Mia.”

Even though she was sure she couldn’t climax again, Rafe proved her wrong. With one strong arm wrapped at her hips, he held her steady as he pulled out. Then dragged her body to meet his as he lifted. Every thrust forced a cry of pleasure from Mia’s throat. And every thrust was punctuated by Rafe’s rough words from behind clenched teeth.

“So.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Good.”

Hard and fast and deep, he hammered and hammered. “Come on,

baby. Give it to me again. Can’t get enough. Can’t fucking get enough.”

Rafe didn’t just thrust with his ass. Rafe angled back on his thighs and leveraged the entire powerhouse that was his posterior chain of muscles to lift into the drive. His cock plunged until their bodies slammed, acting like a hammer on a nail, driving the head of his cock against that spot she’d discovered for the first time in bed with him.

“Oh God.” The pleasure was so intense, it was almost too big to grasp.

“Yes. Bring it, Mia. Look at me.” His hand tightened on her face. “Look at me, Mia. I want it all. Give it to me, baby.”

He thrust harder. Faster. Lifting her body with the forward momentum, then letting her fall back on his cock in a mind-bending rhythm.