Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel(23)

She gently stroked him, then opened and took as much of him as she could.

Rafe choked out a sound of shock and pleasure. His back arched and his hand fisted in the covers. Déjà vu. Only in reverse. Mia liked that idea. And she put all her focus into bringing him as much pleasure as he’d just brought her, which was certainly no chore. He felt like silky steel in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and supremely male. The sounds and sights of his pleasure turned Mia on in a way she’d never experienced before. And made Mia want to spend the night driving him crazy.

But she felt like she’d barely gotten to know all the intimate spots that made him moan and shiver when he took her face in his hands and drew her mouth from his cock.

When she met his eyes, his were dark with an intensity of desire she couldn’t ever remember seeing in a man’s expression before. “I’m not like you, baby. I can’t have orgasm after orgasm and be ready for another in minutes. And I really need to fuck you like I mean it. Like I want it. Like I love it. Because I’m hungry for you, Mia. And I can’t imagine getting enough of you in one night.”

Mia’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her heart squeezed too hard to get her brain to work, leaving her speechless.

He reached for his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. The thud-thud of his shoes on the floor behind her startled Mia out of her momentary stupor. She slid off the bed, and stripped off his pants and socks. Then stood there a moment, staring at the stunning male beauty of him.

She’d dated great-looking guys. Active guys who went to the gym every day or participated in athletics of one kind or another. Rafe’s body wasn’t the first fantastic body she’d seen, touched, or experienced. But it was obvious that the man behind the body made all the difference, something she’d never known before this moment. Something she only just realized was exactly what her exes had complained was missing in their relationships. And something she wished she hadn’t discovered. Not here, not now, and not with Rafe.

But here she was. With several hours left of her one night with a man she’d loved for so long, she almost couldn’t remember when it started. And feared it would never end.

He sat up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her between his thighs, where he pressed his face to her abdomen and kissed her. Then he tilted his head back and met her eyes. “We can stop anytime. If you’re having second thoughts—”

“Only regrets that it took us so long to get here.” Her voice shook. She cradled his face in both hands while the words “I love you” filled her mouth, pushing to get out. If she wanted to lose what ground they’d gained, that would be a surefire way to do it. So she swallowed them back and smiled. “But we’re here now.”

She reached for the wallet he’d left on the bed, leaning into him at the same time. “I assume you’ve got condoms in here.”

Rafe closed his arms around her and kissed her chest. One of his hands slid down and gripped her ass; the other moved up and pressed against the middle of her back. “Mmm-hmm.”

When she straightened, arms stretched behind him as she went through his wallet, Rafe kissed her neck, scraping his teeth along her skin and licking sensitive areas that made her tingle everywhere.

She found a condom, dropped the wallet with a relieved sigh, and ripped open the package.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin. “I love that sound.”

That statement hit Mia square in the stomach, and not in a good way. It reminded her of how often he did this. How insignificant the act of sex was in his life. That she was just another random drive-by for him, the only difference being that he’d known her longer than a week or a day. Or an hour. Rafe was a man whore. That wasn’t a secret. And there was nothing wrong with it. He was single; he made no promises. Just like he’d made none tonight.

Mia had to take a second to remind herself that this was about letting go, not grabbing hold.

“Give it to me.” He leaned away and reached for her arm.

But Mia pulled it back and smiled. “I got it.”

She took the erotic moments of rolling on the condom to reinforce her goals. To remind herself of how quickly and completely he could shut her out and how badly that hurt. How badly it affected her life.

Mia had a refreshed one-and-done frame of mind by the time the condom hit the base of his cock. And when he kissed her with a new ferocity, she let herself get swept up in the passion, while holding the emotion in the distance.

He wrapped one arm tight at her waist, slid back on the bed, and pulled her thighs wide, straddling his lap. He reached between them and rubbed the head of his cock across her opening. The friction felt so good, she moaned and her eyes fell closed.