“I love it when you fuck dirty.”
“Shit,” he muttered in a whisper. “I can’t believe that came from such a sweet little mouth.”
“My mouth wasn’t dirty until I used it to suck your cock.”
He exhaled into the phone. “You have to stop, baby. I’m in the back of a cab right now.”
I did my best sexy purr. “I wish you were in the back of me.”
“Christ, woman. I’ll call you back when I get to my room. Give me five minutes.”
We hung up and I went to the bathroom to brush away the sleepy taste in my mouth and fix my hair. I put on Ryke’s favorite perfume and a little lip gloss and grinned at myself in the mirror. I’d done something spontaneous, and it felt good. Now I just had to pump myself up to be as bold face to face with Ryke as I’d been on the phone. Talking dirty made me blush every time, which just turned him on all the more.
The slide of the key card and the click of the door handle made my heart flutter. When the door closed and Ryke turned to the bathroom, I was standing in the doorway.
“Kate!” His eyes widened with surprise. “What are you … ?”
The question on his face melted away as he eyed my thin robe, hanging open to expose my bra and panties.
“You came to surprise me,” he said softly. I nodded silently and walked to him, running my hands from his chest to his shoulders.
“I don’t even know the right words to tell you how happy it makes me that you’re here right now. You just went all the way to Canada to spend a night with me and now you’re here.”
“I think I’ve been wrong about something,” I said, laying my cheek against his chest. “I thought the best way to be a good hockey wife was to watch all the road games and be self-sufficient so you could focus on work. But sometimes I need to chase you a little.”
“It feels so fucking good to hear you say that, baby. I need it, too.”
I breathed in his scent: fresh soap mingled with old, worn leather. He was so much more than just sexy to me. He was the man who never stopped proving me right for trusting him with my heart. I slid my hands under his dark gray suit jacket. When I pushed it over his shoulders, he leaned down to kiss me, sliding my robe off at the same time.
He watched me unbutton his shirt, letting me go slowly. When he pulled his arms free and I slipped his t-shirt over his head, I pressed my hands to his warm, bare skin. His chest moved in and out as I traced my fingertips over the hard ridges of muscle. The white medical tape wrapped around his elbow reminded me that he made his living with this perfect body.
I only had to bend down slightly to run the tip of my tongue over one of his nipples. His sharp intake of breath made me do the same to the other one. He threaded his hands into my hair and I leaned up to kiss him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I whispered.
“What’ve you been thinking, dirty girl?” His eyes danced with arousal as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra.
“About having you inside me again. I missed your hands on me last night.”
His low groan sparked my desire, and I unbuttoned his pants and pushed his boxers down with them. I wrapped my hand around the stiff rod of his erection and stroked it.
“Ah … Kate.” He nipped my shoulder and pushed my panties off. His mouth came down on mine hard and wanting, and I was just as eager for him. The throbbing between my thighs had been present all day, but now it was unbearable. We walked to the bed in a tangle; our hands on each other and clothes at our feet. When we finally made it, I pushed on his chest and climbed on top of him. He fell back on the mattress, taking me with him since his hands were gripping the backs of my thighs.
“Ride me, baby,” he said, his deep voice demanding and pleading at the same time. I hadn’t been on top of him like this in months. I straddled his hips and sank onto him slowly, letting him slide all the way in.
He threw his head back and let out a strained growl. When he wrapped his hands around my hips and dug his fingers in, he pushed me down, thrusting himself even deeper inside of me. My sharp cry was more from arousal than pain.
I rocked my hips back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to hold back and let me do the work. He drove his hips up into me and held my waist, and the intense feel of it made me toss my head back and moan. With me on top, he was getting deep inside me, testing the limits of my small body. His lack of control always turned me on like nothing else.
I grabbed his wrists for support, pressing my nails into them. The closer we both drew to the release we needed, the harder he dug his fingertips into my hips and the faster he plowed himself into me. Tonight riding him meant I was along for the ride. He was fucking me hard, and I was on the edge of a mind-blowing eruption.