Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel(41)

“Mmm, baby.” He turned his head and kissed the other side of her neck. “I missed you.” His tongue stroked a line to her earlobe, and he took it between his teeth, biting gently, then licking to soothe. “Come get it, Mia. Come take what you want.”

Knots of lust lined her spine, filled her stomach, and choked her heart. She fisted her hands in his blazer and used her knees to push his hand deeper and faster and harder. Whimpers and moans and random words spilled out of her. “Rafe, God. Mmm, so good.”

“I want you to come for me, Mia. I want you all wet and hot for me when I push inside you.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck. The sting took her pleasure a notch higher. “Gonna feel ever perfect inch of you.”

The orgasm gripped her pussy like a fist. Her body shuddered hard, suffusing her with a stream of hot pleasure. Her brain evaporated in bliss, and she pressed her face to his shoulder, muffling her cry against his blazer.

Rafe held her tight with one arm, his face buried in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. It brought back memories of their night together and how he’d always drifted back to that place after sex. Breathing her in, kissing her pulse point as it raced.

When her body finally relaxed and Mia was panting against his shoulder, he slid his hand free of her body and sucked two fingers into his mouth. The sound of pure pleasure rolled through his throat, and his lips smacked. “Damn, you taste good.”

Heat rushed to her face, but it also rallied between her legs.

Without warning, Rafe clasped an arm around her waist and stood, carrying her with him. A sound of surprise popped from her mouth, and she automatically wrapped her legs and arms around him to hold on while he headed toward the guest room.

He kicked the door closed, pressed one knee to the bed, and laid her back, following her down. Then the real assault began, his mouth and hands almost frantic with passion. He pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder, dragged the fabric clear of her breast, and covered her with his mouth, while his hips pressed between her legs.

He flooded her with desire and need. He loved her like there was nothing more important in the world. Nowhere he’d rather be and no one he’d rather be with. Tears pushed at her eyes again, but she didn’t know why. Her chest was so full, it ached.

She combed her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the thick strands in her hands. Loving his weight pushing her into the mattress. Loving the spicy, male sent of him. The man made her delirious. She’d never wanted anyone like this. Never needed anyone like she needed Rafe.

Even knowing what a huge problem this would be in the very near future, all she could do was hold on tighter, denying reality. At least for a little while longer. Because right now, all she could focus on was his hands and mouth all over her body, setting her on fire.

He didn’t even bother shedding one thread of fabric before he slipped one hand between them and rubbed the head of his cock against her. Skin on skin.

“Oh…” she breathed.

“So sweet,” he groaned.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he stroked his fingers into her hair and cradled her head. Looking into her eyes, he thrust, pushing inside her. All Rafe. All heat. No barriers. And so damn good.

God, she still couldn’t quite believe she was with Rafe. Really with Rafe. She couldn’t begin to count the times she’d fantasized about this very moment. Yet the real thing was far more intense than she’d ever imagined. So much deeper than anything she’d had with any other man.

His eyes closed. Jaw clenched. And he echoed her thoughts. “So sweet.” He opened his eyes, and the fire there sparked in Mia’s gut. “Mia. God, Mia.”

He pulled out and thrust again—long, slow, and deep. The decadent stretch of him filling her made her mouth drop open, made her fingers curl into his shirt. She wanted him naked. Wanted to do this all night.

“Baby,” he said, breathless, pressing his forehead to hers, “I can’t believe…how fucking…good you feel.”

Mia reached lower, slid her hands beneath his clothes, and gripped his ass, pulling him into her while she tilted her pelvis to take him deeper.

He growled, eyes falling closed. The heat of his cock burned inside her. His hands tightened in her hair, and he kissed her—deeply, hungrily. And just kept kissing her. Like he’d never get enough. Like he could kiss her for hours.

And as much as she wished they had hours, they didn’t.

“More,” she told him, rocking her pelvis back to draw him out, loving the drag against her walls. “Give me more, Rafe.”

He exhaled, opened his eyes, and they burned into hers. “Baby, I’m not gonna last…”