Back Check (Aces Hockey #4)(38)

 

Her mouth went dry. She'd been acutely aware of him all night, his big body so close to her during dinner, and now on her couch. His rough hands turned the water bottle between them, reminding her of them on her body. His knees were spread, his dress pants taut over his muscular thighs, the fabric of his shirt outlining his broad shoulders. "I told you earlier," she said. "We can't be friends."

 

"I think we can."

 

She gazed back at him, mesmerized by those eyes glowing like blue flames.

 

He reached out and touched his fingers to her jaw. They were cool from the water bottle. "I don't think we can be just friends," he continued. "Because there's too much heat between us. But truthfully, Katelyn?"

 

She blinked, trying to resist leaning into his touch and rubbing her cheek against his palm.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

"I want to fuck you so bad, baby."

 

Heat rushed through her in a dizzying wave.

 

"That said," he continued, his voice amazingly matter-of-fact, "we are friends. We always were friends. Just friends who liked to bang each other's brains out on the reg."

 

Her eyes drifted closed as her body burned, liquid fire pumping through her veins. She struggled to open them, to look at him.

 

"We hurt each other," he whispered, still caressing her face with those big, blunt fingers.

 

She nodded, barely able to breathe. Her body was dissolving around her.

 

"But I still like you. I still want you."

 

She curled a hand around his wrist. "I want you too."

 

"Fuck yeah." He exhaled heavily and then she was on his lap, his big hands having lifted her and brought her closer. His arms crushed her to him and he claimed her mouth in a fiercely hungry kiss.

 

Her gasp was only a noise in her throat as he kissed her deeply-hot, urgent, demanding kisses that had ignited a blaze of lust inside her. She burned for him. Her hands found his shoulders and held on as his mouth left hers and slid over her jaw in slow, openmouthed kisses with strokes of his tongue.

 

"Oh God," she breathed. "Tanner … "

 

"Mmm." He sucked gently on her throat, then kissed his way back up to her mouth. His tongue licked inside, stroking hers, and their mouths mated in a frantic dance. His hands moved over her, gripping her hip, then sliding over her waist. "Love this dress."

 

"Uh … " She found skin, curving her hand around the side of his neck, dipping beneath the collar of his shirt. His smooth skin scorched her palms.

 

They kissed and kissed and kissed, slowing things down to long, lush open mouths and sliding tongues. She nipped at his jaw, his head tilted back, and she kissed beneath his chin, his stubble excitingly rough. She wanted to get closer, needed to get closer, working the narrow skirt of her dress up high on her thighs. He sank back into the couch cushions. One arm behind his head, she touched his cheek, his neck, and his chest with the other as she kissed him more. He reached for her knee and hooked his hand behind it, pulling it onto his lap, bringing her closer still, then running his hand up her thigh, over her stomach to her breast. His other hand stroked up and down her back.

 

She made a soft cry as he cupped her breast, squeezing almost roughly. She ached for more, her nipples tight, aching points, and he shifted her away from him just a bit so his hands could wander more, stroking her bare arm, her hip, her breasts again. "So beautiful, Katie. You're so beautiful."

 

"So are you." She sucked air into her burning lungs, watching him as his gaze followed his hands over her body.  

 

"This dress is sexy as fuck," he muttered. "But I want it off you."

 

"Zipper's in the back."

 

His fingers found it at the nape of her neck and drew it down. Her skin tingled everywhere as he tugged the bodice down over her arms and breasts. The fabric bunched at her waist and his heated gaze studied her naked shoulders and her strapless bra. "Hot girl. Look at you."

 

He cupped her breast again through the bra, then tugged the cup down. He groaned, his eyelids drooping as he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

 

Her head fell back as he cupped her plump fullness and sucked at her nipple. Sensation jolted right to her clit and another whimper escaped her. She slid a hand into his short hair, holding him there while he licked and tugged at her sensitive flesh.

 

He lifted his head to find her mouth again, hands roaming everywhere, tangling in her hair, slipping over her thigh and beneath the scrunched dress to find her hip. She undid her bra and tossed it aside as he plucked at the string of her thong. She was nearly on top of him now, soft, needy noises falling from her lips. She tugged at his shirt, and for a moment they separated so he could undo the buttons and push it off.