Page 56 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

He slides his hands around my waist and shifts his body behind me so that my back is on his chest. I feel safe and loved. I lean my head back, and his hand moves up my body, caressing every curve. He moves up my breasts to my neck, where he moves my hair out of the way. Soft kisses replace the touch of his hand. My breathing becomes heavier as he begins unbuttoning my blouse.

“I want to see this lingerie in person. And then I’m going to fuck you in it.”

My mouth betrays me as I let out a longing sigh. It has been too long, and my body is on fire with his touch. I shimmy out of my shirt, and he pushes my pants down, revealing the lacy red bra and panties that I enjoyed teasing him with earlier this week.

He backs away from me and drinks me in with his eyes.

“Holy. Fuck. You do not disappoint, Snowflake. My cock and I have been waiting for this moment for far too long.”

Reaching around my backside, he picks me up and pulls me close to his chest. He squeezes my ass as I wrap my legs around him. I go to kiss him, and he pulls his head back just a bit, and I cock my head a little in disappointment. Then, he surprises me by telling me what I never knew I always wanted him to say.

“I love you, Rory.”

My heart stops beating for a split second as I fully understand what he has just said. Then, without hesitating, my lips part, and I take a deep breath.

“I love you too.”

The kiss we share, after these words are spoken is like none we’ve shared. I melt into his embrace.

I will make sure tonight is a night he won’t forget.

18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

WELLS

She never ceases to amaze me. She does things on a daily basis that make me fall deeper in love with her. And this weekend was no different. After our meeting in Boston, I knew it would be a while before I would see her again. We were both missing each other pretty badly by game three in Chicago. This series would clench our spot in the playoffs, and I needed to stay focused.

After the end of the game, I decide to go back into my hotel room to take a nice, hot shower. I throw my bag on the bed and lay down next to it. Stupid fucking bag. I just want to be with Rory. I begin drifting off, hoping to at least fuck her in my dreams, but a loud knocking at my door awakens me.

“Fuck you! Go away, you fuckers! I’m not going out tonight...” But as I open the door, ready to beat one of my teammates’ asses, I am met with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Well,” she says, “I was just going to suggest we stay in tonight, but if you had other plans...”

My heart skips a beat as I take her into my arms. The fact that she has flown out to spend time with me tells me all I need to know about this woman.

“Surprise!”

“Baby, you are the best surprise I could ever ask for.”

“Listen,” her smile turns into a stern gaze. “I’m not here to distract you from what’s important right now.”I lean in for a kiss and a whiff of her perfume. “Distract me from what?” I tease.

“Stop it, Wells. I know you need to focus on beating the Red Wings, but I thought... one night couldn’t hurt.”

“Who are the Red Wings?” I manage to muffle through my kisses.

She laughs as I take off her dress and carry her into the bedroom.

One night is all I need right now.

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As the elevator doors close, my arm finds its way around Rory’s waist before I pull her in for a heated kiss. It's enough to make my heartbeat echo throughout the confined space. I can't get enough of these stolen moments in time, her surprise visits.

I could get used to that.

"I hate that you have to leave already," I murmur, pressing another quick kiss to her lips and trying to commit the feel of her mouth to memory until the next time.

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