Page 11 of Heart of a Fighter

I pull her into my lap as the kiss deepens. She wraps her arms around my neck and straddles my legs. Our bodies meet, and arousal takes over. The gentle kiss grows passionate and feverish. All that matters is the two of us and the electric spark that brings us together.

CHAPTER 5

NAUGHTY NURSE

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Lauren

Without thinking, I move closer to Granger, my knees brushing against his. The magnetic pull between us is unmistakable. I gently place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. His breath hitches slightly, and I resist the driving force that leads me to him.

Slowly, I climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs with the crux of mine pressing against his thickening arousal. My heart races as I settle in. Though my shirt barely touches his bare chest, his heat seeps into my skin. The sensation sends shivers along my spine as tingling warmth spreads through me. His hands find my hips, steadying me, and the touch ignites the smoldering fire deep in my belly.

Our eyes meet, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The desire in his gaze mirrors my own. My heart pounds ceaselessly in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. My breath becomes shallow as I lean in, our lips mere inches apart.

The first touch is gentle, almost tentative, but the connection is immediate and profound. As the kiss deepens, a surge of emotion floods through me. His lips are soft yet demanding, and I respond eagerly, my body pressing closer to his. My hands slide up his chest to cup his face, and the slight prickle of his stubbled jaw tickles my palms.

Every nerve in my body comes to life, tingling with anticipation. My pulse races as our kiss deepens, kindling to the fire burning between us. The world outside—its rules and illness—ceases to exist. It’s just the two of us with no worries, rules, or walls, lost in the moment. The thoughts meandering through my mind are a whirlwind of desire and longing. I’ve wanted this, him, for so long.

Granger’s hands dip beneath my shirt and travel up my back. His calloused fingers chafe against my skin, scratching an itch that only ramps up my desire. Another wave of spine-tingling shivers skitters through my veins as our kiss becomes more urgent. Our breath mingles to the point that I’m unsure if my breath is my own. His vitality and strength energize me, and his desire matches my own. My heart feels like it might burst from my chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of our shared connection.

As we finally pull back, gasping for air, I rest my forehead on his. The room falls silent with nothing but the sound of our heavy gasps. His eyes flutter open as delicate as butterfly wings. The burning darkness in his gaze carries the same intensity I feel in the depths of my soul. The realization fills me with a sense of contentment.

Granger’s hands slide back down to my waist, and in one fluid motion, he lifts me off his lap and scoots the chair from beneath him. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck and hook my legs around his waist, feeling the solid strength of his body against mine.

My sex purrs and pulses as dampness seeps between my legs. I clamor to close the gap between us. When his heartbeat thumps against my chest, tapping to the rhythm of mine, I know we belong together. Only two hearts meant for each other could beat as one.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmurs against my lips. The low rumble of his voice sends shivers down my spine as a thrill rolls through me.

I nod, my voice lost to the giant knot caught in my throat. I’ve waited so long and wished for longer.

“We can keep this between us,” he whispers, tickling the sensitive skin of my lower lip. “What we do is no one’s business but our own.”

His words are both a promise and a plea, and I nod, pressing my lips to his. “Just us,” I whisper, my voice trembling. The raw vulnerability in his eyes mirrors my own. Opening my heart to him risks heartache, but to have him, if only for a while, is more than I could ever ask for.

He carries me effortlessly out of the kitchen, his lips finding mine in a series of gentle, urgent kisses. Each kiss deepens our connection, hotwiring my body for what’s to come. My heart races, each beat echoing the emotions coursing through me. Once again, the world narrows to our little intimate bubble.

As he moves down the hallway, we bump into walls and doorways, but all I can focus on is the sensation of his lips on mine, the security of his embrace, and the intoxicating mix of desire and emotion short-circuiting my brain.

We reach the door to my bedroom, and Granger nudges it open with his foot. The room is dimly lit, with moonlight casting shadows over the bed. He lowers me to the bed, our lips never breaking contact. My pulse races, and my skin tingles with every caress, every whispered assurance.

My fingers find his belt, and I pull the leather strap back, never breaking the heat of our kiss. The crackle of his zipper sends a chill over me. His jeans land with a thud on the floor, and then he presses a knee to the bed beside me. I’m exhilarated and terrified of all the ways he can apply sweet torture to my body.

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Granger

I gently scoop Lauren into my arms, the softness of her body clinging to mine. She loops her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist, fitting perfectly against me. The heat between us is almost tangible, a steady pulse that echoes the rhythm of my heart.

The house feels charged with the intensity of our connection as I carry her towards the bedroom. Each step feels significant, a journey towards something profound and life changing.

Lauren nuzzles against my neck, and I can feel her breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation of her being so close and so trusting fills me with a fierce protectiveness. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I would do anything to keep her safe and to make her happy.

As we reach the doorway, I pause momentarily, looking into her eyes. They shine with love and trust, and my heart swells with gratitude and determination. I've fought many battles on and off the ice, but this one feels different. This one is about love, about building something real and lasting.

I lower her gently onto the bed. We share another lingering kiss, filled with unspoken promises of the present and future. Her fingers trace the lines of my face and the contour of my chest, then continue exploring lower. She unhooks my belt, the intent in her eye clear and unwavering. I kick off my jeans and lower myself to the bed.

My hand skims over the small slice of tummy peeking beneath her shirt. She’s as soft as I knew she’d be. I scrunch her shirt upward, and she shimmies out of it, tossing it to the floor. She arches her back, eyes burning into me, dark and sultry. I burrow my hand up her spine to the clasp behind her back, and her breasts spring free, bouncing gloriously against my chest.

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