Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I could stare at her for hours, getting lost in her fathomless, blue-gray depths. They’ve always had the uncanny ability to see too much.
I clear my throat and force my thoughts back to the conversation at hand. “We both know I was never good enough to play professionally.”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “Want to know what I think?”
Only wanting to lighten the mood, I say, “That feels more like a rhetorical question. I’m pretty sure you’re going to tell me regardless of my answer.”
Her eyes narrow as a huff escapes from her.
She really is fucking adorable.
Especially with the way her disheveled hair tumbles around her face and naked shoulders. She has so much of it. I used to fantasize about winding it around my hands while sinking deep inside her body.
“I think it was easier to tell yourself that the future was already set in stone rather than take a chance on something you actually wanted only to end up falling short.”
My heart hitches for one painful beat before thrashing against my chest.
When I remain silent, she murmurs, “Am I wrong?”
I expel the air slowly from my lungs. “No.”
She tilts her head and studies me in a way that strips me bare. “It’s never too late to go after what you want.”
Our gazes cling and part of me wonders if we’re still talking about hockey.
Or something else entirely.
My hands slip under her arms before dragging her on top of me so that her lips hover inches above my own. She feels so damn good stretched out across my length. Her hair tumbles around her face in soft waves, shielding us from the world beyond the four walls of her bedroom. No longer am I thinking about the reasons we aren’t supposed to be together.
In this moment, they don’t matter.
Nothing matters except for Carina.
One hand snakes down her backside before cupping a taut cheek, squeezing the firm flesh until my fingers sink into the muscle. The other tangles in her hair, dragging her head closer until my lips can settle over hers. I flex my hips so that my thick erection can slide against the V between her thighs.
When a whimper of need escapes from her, I swallow down the sound.
Her legs widen to cradle me. The only thing standing in my way of slipping inside the welcoming heat of her body is a thin layer of cotton. It’s tempting to free my erection so I can do exactly that.
I’m so damn hungry for her.
Famished really.
“I want you to fuck me. Haven’t we waited long enough?”
A tortured groan escapes from my lips, knowing that it won’t take much for my self-control to crumble because she’s right. We’ve waited so damn long. As much as I want to draw this out, I can’t do it any longer.
“Do you want my cock, baby?”
“You know I do. I’ve made that perfectly clear.”
“Then show me. Show me exactly how much you want me. Grind that sweet little pussy against me. I want you to drench my boxers with your cream.”
Before the last word escapes from my mouth, she flexes her hips. The pleasure that reverberates throughout my body is enough to make my eyes cross.
The way she dry humps me is so damn good.
Well…there’s nothing dry about it.
One hand tightens around the back of her head, holding her securely in place as the other bites into the rounded curve of her ass.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me until you’re sobbing for my dick.”
Her breathing turns labored, growing frantic. “I need you so much. My pussy is crying for you.”
The tortured sound of her voice is the last straw and what finally shreds the little bit of willpower I’ve been holding onto.
She gasps when I roll us over and land on top of her. I yank down my shorts just enough for my erection to spring free. One hard thrust is all it takes for me to slide deep inside her tight heat. It’s only when I’m buried balls deep am I able to suck in a lungful of fresh oxygen. It feels as if I’ve been holding my breath for years.
The way her inner walls clench around my girth makes me realize that I won’t last long.
How can I when I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I first laid eyes on her?
I’ve spent years fantasizing about it.
The reality of this moment blows all of those fantasies out of the water.
When she squirms beneath me, I flex my hips, dragging my thick length from her body before plunging back inside, seeking her warmth. A moan escapes from her as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she arches her spine.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” I mutter, only now thinking about protection.
“I am.”
Thank fuck.
But still…
This situation isn’t ideal. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. It’s another rule I live my life by. Just like screwing girls off premises and never spending the night. I should have realized long ago that Carina would be the one who made me chuck them all out the window.