Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Stephanie practically purrs at the suggestion, and now I’m fully hard. “Then let’s go.”
Chapter 4
Stephanie
I wonder if Luc thinks I’m a complete skank because I’m into sex with him. Perhaps I shouldn’t have come on so strong, but it’s hard to regret doing so when what we’re about to do is going to be amazing. The way I grew up ensured I’d be rebellious at some point, and rebellion at a young age often included sex when you weren’t supposed to be having it. I learned early that it not only feels good but it can give you things you can’t get elsewhere. It can give you emotional connection without having to sacrifice yourself for it—a brief, glorious connection when both of you are united in passion.
For someone who craved to just be noticed for so long and never got it, sex filled a big void for me. And the best thing about casual sex was that I could walk away if I wanted, because I found that I really wasn’t prepared for something more than a brief fling Anything else was too overwhelming. So casual was the name of the game for me, and if feelings grew on the other side, and he wanted something deeper outside of the bedroom, well…that wasn’t something I could quite let myself open up to.
I wonder if I should explain this to Luc, but then I chastise myself for even wondering. It’s none of his business why I am the way I am, and I refuse to care if he looks down on me because I enjoy casual sex. He’s the one who invited me into his home tonight.
And it’s nothing like I imagined a professional hockey player would live in.
It’s actually quite small, although it’s very pretty. Illuminated by well-placed exterior lighting, the house has dark gray siding with white trim and black shutters. It sits on a small hill that takes up the corner of a block of similar-looking homes. The landscaping I can see in the glow of the lights looks professionally done, as the grass is pristine and there are a variety of bushes and plants that you can tell were all carefully placed so that it looks artful.
I’d followed Luc here in my car and parked behind him on the street. When I get out of my car, he’s waiting for me with a hungry expression as he takes my hand. We walk up the sloped driveway that intersects with a concrete path that leads to the porch and I tell him, “Your house is lovely.”
“It’s cute, but it’s not mine,” he says as he trots up the porch steps and opens a screen door. “I decided to rent for six months when I moved here so I could get a better lay of the land before I decided to buy. One of my teammates, Van Turner, is rooming with me. He’s also new to the team.”
Luc opens the front door and then steps back, motioning me in before him. The house is older and the living room is tiny. It’s totally a bachelor pad, though, as there’s nothing but a couch and a large-screen TV with various components on the opposite wall. The kitchen attaches, separated by a small island with a window that looks out over the backyard. To my right is a short hall with what looks like a room on either side and perhaps a bathroom.
My breath hitches when Luc comes to stand behind me, slipping my purse off my shoulder and lowering it to the floor. My nipples tighten when he pulls my hair away from my neck and gives me a feathery kiss there.
“I’m not even sure what to do with you,” he murmurs as he brings his other hand to my breast. He cups it gently and squeezes, and holy hell that feels good.
Stepping back, I press my ass into him, letting my head fall to rest below his shoulder, which pushes my breast into his hand. “If you can’t come up with anything unique right now, I’m cool with a repeat of our first time.”
Luc gives a low, rumbling laugh that reverberates through me, and I can’t help the smile that comes to my face. Perhaps for my temerity or perhaps he’s just testing, but he pinches my nipple through the layers of my sweater and bra, and he’s not nice about it. I buck and moan at the same time, the pain from that pinch shooting straight down between my legs where that familiar and much-wanted heat and wetness start to bloom.
Dropping his hand from my breast to spread wide over my jeans-covered sex, he pushes me back into him and growls against my neck, “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
I’m only able to nod because he makes me breathless with his touches and dirty talk.