Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel(55)

Rafe might not have noticed her when he’d been sixteen and she’d been fourteen, but when she’d turned sixteen and he’d been eighteen, that changed—in a big way. She hadn’t just blossomed into a woman, she’d exploded. Rafe remembered it as an overnight transformation from the skinny, leggy fifteen-year-old tomboy challenging him and Tate to springtime figure skating competitions on the local pond, into the curvy, eye-popping, sixteen-year-old lifeguarding at the local pool.

“It was a good thing I got swept away by the Eagles,” he said, mentioning the farm team he’d joined that summer. “Otherwise, my hormones would have overridden my brain and there would have been hell to pay with Tate.”

Which would have ended his relationship with Joe. And those two men were the reason Rafe was where he was today. The main reason Rafe had all he had.

She smiled. “I miss those days.” She pulled her hand from under Rafe’s and stroked it across his belly, stirring heat. “And I still prefer that old truck of yours to this ride. Those greasy burgers at the café on the corner to whatever five-star restaurant we’re going to tonight. If you lost everything now…” She lifted a shoulder, and her lips curved in the slightest smile. “I’d still hang with you.”

Rafe laughed. His heart softened. And yearned. She was everything he couldn’t find in any other woman. All she’d been to him in the past. All she’d stayed to him over the years. All she’d become to him as he’d risen to the top of his profession. She knew him. Understood him. And loved him anyway.

“I know you probably prefer those silly puck bunnies I see you with in the media.” She kept stroking her hand back and forth over his dress shirt, but her fingers got lower with every pass. “So I guess I can pretend to be one of those for now, go meet this important person, play the superficial socialite.”

With her eyes holding his, she lowered her hand to his belt and hooked one leg over his thigh. Then her fingers went to work on his buckle. Excitement fired through Rafe’s veins. He circled her wrists and darted a look at the driver. But the glass was in place, and the man behind the wheel was singing along to whatever was on the radio.

Rafe looked back at her and found her eyes heavy and hungry. She pulled his belt open.

“You wanted to get away from me a couple days ago,” he told her. “What changed?”

She twisted her arm from his hand, draped her leg all the way across both his thighs, and slid right onto his lap. Rafe’s heart rate spiked. His lungs shrank. And his cock throbbed.

“Someone suggested I enjoy the people in my life while I have them close.” Both her hands worked his button open and his zipper down. Her biceps crowded her breasts, deepening the cleavage there and making Rafe moan. “The way I feel about you hasn’t changed for fifteen years. It’s not going to change now. Leaving you will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, no matter what happens between us.”

Rafe’s heart skipped, opened, and ached. He laid his head back against the seat and cupped her face. “Mia.”

Then her hand slipped beneath his boxers and stroked down his shaft.

Pleasure rolled through his lower body. Excitement sparked all along his spine. Rafe gritted his teeth around “God, Mia.”

And while she continued to stroke him, she used her other hand to cover his, now clutching her jaw, and pulled it under her dress and between her legs.

She was naked. No panties. Just perfectly soft, perfectly sweet, perfectly Mia.

“And I really,” she said softly, leaning in to tease his lips with a kiss, “want to enjoy you, Rafe.”

The sensual tone of her voice tightened his gut. She covered his mouth with hers, tugging his lips between her own one at a time, sinking her teeth in just to the edge of pain, then licking and sucking and stroking her tongue into his mouth. Twirling it with his until her pussy wet Rafe’s fingers. The she pulled back and looked into his eyes as she lowered onto his cock.

Slow, slow, slowly, until Rafe was grinding his teeth. Until her knees stretched wide. Until she took all of him.

Her eyes slid closed, her brow tightened, her lips parted, and she moaned, “So… good.”

Rafe’s control slipped. Her body was so…fucking…perfectly wrapped around him, sweat broke out on his forehead. “Mia.” Her name came out of him like a guttural growl. “Mia, Mia, Mia…”

He pushed her skirt out of the way, dug his fingers into her hips, and rocked her on his cock.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

He loved knowing what she liked. Loved knowing exactly how to please her. He lifted her, just as slowly, watching his cock slide from her pussy, engorged and glistening. Bare. Skin on skin. The pleasure of it—both physically and emotionally—was blistering hot.