Almost out of his mind with an aching need to have her, he caressed those perfect breasts and lightly pinched the nipples as her head dropped back and she sighed her pleasure. Then her head came back up and she licked her lips again.
"That's good," she whispered. "But not nearly enough." She tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats, pulled them down his legs, and helped him step out of them.
She looked up at him as she slowly ran her hands first up his calves, then his thighs. On her way up she took his erection in her hand, sucked him into her warm mouth, and stroked him with her tongue. It felt so damn good he saw stars.
What started out slow shifted into a sense of urgency. It wasn't enough that he was receiving unbelievable pleasure, he wanted to give it in return. With his hands cupped over her smooth shoulders he urged her up to her feet.
"I want you." His voice came out rough and breathless. The words caught with the pounding of his heart. "More than I've ever wanted any damn thing in my life."
"Then it's a good thing I came prepared." She came up with one last slow lick, then reached into her boot and pulled out a condom. "Magnum, right?"
All he could do was nod as she tore open the packet and rolled on the condom. Then she took his hand and placed it at the apex of her firm thighs. "Touch me."
Kissing someone never unbalanced him. It was a simple thing-­the touching of lips, mingling of breath, a rush of blood, a beginning to increased awareness. Kissing Lucy as he slipped his fingers into her slick heat, and found the spot he knew made her go a little crazy, filled him with hunger for more.
The scent of her skin, her long sigh, the feel of her silky hair against his chest, completely rocked his control. He stroked her until her breaths whispered through her lips in pants and moans.
"Take me," she pleaded. "Take me now."
Changing places, he eased her against the wall, hooked his hands beneath her butt, and lifted her. She locked her high-­heeled boot – ­covered legs around his hips, and at last he plunged into her with a satisfied groan. He looked down between them and watched as his cock moved in and out of her. This wasn't making love slow and easy like they'd done before; this was unleashed passion and hunger. He thrust deeper and faster until, groaning his name, she came hard and his own climax bulleted through him. Panting, he leaned into her, holding her firm against the wall as their hearts beat together and their bodies pulsed where they were joined.
A minute later he chuckled. "I don't know what got into you tonight-­"
"You did."
He chuckled again, lifted his head, and kissed her. "Well, I sure as hell liked it." Reluctantly he withdrew, but figured they'd have another go-­round as soon as he recovered. She unlocked her legs and he let her feet touch the ground. Needing to dispose of the condom he said, "Give me a second."
When he came back into the living room she'd put her sweater back on and had it buttoned up all prim and proper again. Trouble was, on her it looked sexy as hell. Especially since he knew she was naked under all that finely knitted cotton. He grinned, thinking of the possibilities. "Do I get to take that off next time?"
"What makes you think there will be a next time?"
Lucy's heart had never plunged so far as it did with the way he looked at her, dark brows colliding over intensely sharp blue focus.
"What?"
"I try not to associate with quitters," she said, trying her hardest to remain calm and sound like the stern schoolteacher. Right now she couldn't talk to him as his lover. She needed to be tough so-­if Nicole was right-­he'd realize the mistake he was making. "So this will be the last time we're together. I wanted it to be memorable. And it was. I thank you for that."
He folded those muscular arms across his wide chest and looked down at her with what she now knew as his intimidation glare. An angry naked man was quite intimidating indeed. But probably not in the way he might imagine. Her imagination, however, was running at full speed.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I've heard rumors that you're quitting hockey. Tell me I'm wrong."
"How the hell did you know about that?" He grabbed his sweatpants, shoved his legs inside, then dropped his hands to his hips.
"Nicole. She came to me earlier and begged me to talk to you because she thinks you're quitting hockey right now when you could be skating toward the Stanley Cup. Something you've dreamed of your whole life. Why doesn't that make sense to me?"