Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)
gh apart to hold off Olivia’s orgasm until she was shaking and panting.
“Want to feel you come,” he murmured at her shoulder. “All around me.”
Thrust. Zing. Bang.
Olivia’s back arched, but she didn’t move because Tate was right there, a wall of muscle. “Yes, yes…”
“Mmm, Liv, feel so good.”
Stroke. Zing. Bang.
“Ah…” She jerked, shivered, but didn’t break. “Mmm…”
“So good right on the edge, isn’t it?” His voice was like whiskey, smooth, dark, suggestive, erotic, a little edgy. “Makes you want to just linger here.”
Thrust. Zing. Bang.
Olivia bucked, cried out, soaked in the pleasure flooding her pelvis and clenched her teeth against the white-hot lust. “Tate. Need it.”
“You need it, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm.” He pulled out a little, pushed in a little, pulled out a little, pushed in a little. The lazy, scintillating, maddening rhythm made Olivia’s pussy relax and open and reach for him. Ache for him. And he knew it. He felt it. Because once the tension ebbed and she was breathing easier…
Thrust. Zing. Bang.
Stars sparkled behind her lids. “Fuck,” she bit out. “That’s so good.” She huffed air, shaking again. “Why is that so good?”
“Because it’s us,” he murmured and bit her earlobe. “Remember?”
She pulled an arm away from the bar to catch his head and kissed him. Licked into his mouth. Open fully to him, and rolled his tongue with hers. When he groaned she pulled back and whispered, “Give it to me.”
Even as he pulled out, he asked, “How bad do you want it?”
“Really bad.”
Thrust. Zing. Bang.
She squeezed her eyes as the pleasure ripped through her. “Ah!”
“How bad?”
Olivia fisted her hand in his hair. “Really bad.”
He thrust again.
Olivia whimpered. Tate swore, kissed her hard and hammered out strokes in quick succession.
Olivia rose and rose and rose… And finally flew. Before she broke, Tate covered her mouth to muffle her scream. Her brain went numb, her vision white, and her body flexed and twisted with ecstasy. Distantly, she felt Tate’s last few thrusts before he too found release. He turned his head and pressed his mouth to her hair, muffling his own deep sounds of pleasure.
Olivia lifted her head to escape Tate’s hand, bent one arm on the bar and rested her head there. Tate’s weight felt like lead, but she didn’t complain. And as they caught their breaths, Olivia’s mind kept circling around a dumbfounded sort of shock at how intense, how fulfilling, how damn good this sex was. She had enough experience behind her to know there was something special between them making the sex so spectacular. It wasn’t simply physical.
“Holy shit…” His quiet words dragged her back to reality and everything that still faced her. Including going back to Paris in a very short time, just when she was beginning to want more time with him.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and pulled from her body. Olivia groaned, crossed her ankles and dropped back on her heels. While Tate cleaned up and washed his hands in the sink, Olivia pulling her bra into place and buttoned her shirt.
She was a little depressed about heading back home to deal with her family now. And she wasn’t thrilled about having to work a party that wouldn’t pay her a dime. But that vacant feeling that always engulfed her after sex was notably absent. Again.