Page 26 of The Goalie

God, I forgot how sexy his voice is. Rich and smooth like chocolate. It has a deep rumbling to it that makes my body tingle.

“I did,” I say, exhaling as I drag my eyes up his shredded stomach.

“Does your dad know you’re here?”

I shake my head slowly as I nibble my bottom lip. “No, he does not.”

“He would kill me if he knew.”

“I’m not here to talk about my dad.”

He grins. “What are you here for?”

“Invite me in and you’ll find out.”

He opens the door and steps to the side.

I give him a side look, staring into his eyes as I strut past him into the room.

It may be the largest hotel room I’ve ever seen. Exactly what you’d expect a hot, rich, hockey player to have. If you searched for luxurious sexy hotel rooms, this place would be at the top of the list with the soft sensual lighting, the bar on the wall, the fireplace burning, and the stunning view of Manhattan at night through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Soft sexy music is playing—I recognize it, I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet. It’s fitting because right now, I feel like I’m stepping into the deep end without a life jacket. I’m in uncharted waters.

I run my eyes over the posh couches and I get a little shiver of excitement when I see the big comfy bed through the open French doors of the bedroom. It looks so inviting and I’m hoping I’ll get to feel those sheets on my skin before the end of the night.

I hear the door close as I walk over to the large windows, admiring the lit-up city.

I’ve never done anything like this before—showing up at a guy’s hotel room. I’m not sure what to do now. I don’t have any moves.

“Love the jersey,” he says as he walks over. “I look good on you.”

I swallow hard as I turn around and watch him. I rest my back on the cool window as I look him up and down. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers racing down my skin.

He moves with a lethal grace; with such ease and comfort in his body. Smooth effortless movement like that can only be achieved by someone completely in tune with their physique. Someone like the top hockey goalie in the world.

I’m breathless as he approaches. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. Whatever he does, I know I’ll be okay with it. He could do anything he wanted to me right now and I’d only moan for more. I’ve never wanted someone so desperately.

In a heartbeat, he’s in front of me, those strong hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. His lips touch mine and I’m done for. He devours my mouth. I kiss him back with equal urgency. Our kisses on the yacht were hot, but it was nothing like this. The romance is gone now. This is all intense urgent need. We’ve been apart for three days and it’s showing. All of that pent-up desire and frustration we’ve been feeling is cumulating in this erotic kiss.

I grab his cheeks—feeling his prickly stubble on my palms—and pull his mouth closer, afraid he’s going to move away too fast. He moans hungrily as I thrust my tongue in deep.

I press my body against him until my breasts are flattened against his muscular chest. I’m helpless to stop or temper this reaction to him. I feel like I’m spiraling out of control. This is all so new to me. New and exciting.

My heart is pounding when we finally pull away. All of the throbbing and tingling has moved between my thighs. I clench them together, but the throb only deepens. I want to shove my hand down there and touch myself, but I fight the intense urge and keep my hands on his muscular arms instead.

“I was hoping I’d get to do that again,” Nolan says in a low sensual voice as he licks my taste off his lips.

“So was I.”

He grins and then swoops in, kissing me again.

“I’m sorry about the towel,” he says as he moves away from me. I nearly moan in frustration when my hands slip off his body. “You caught me getting out of the shower.”

Like I would be bothered by that.

I lean against the window and moan as I eye fuck him in that towel. He’s so goddamn hot with his muscular chest and perfect abs. His shoulders are big and round, and his arms are just perfection. I suck in a little breath when I see that he’s hard. The shape of his erection is showing through that towel—long, hard, and thick.

My mouth waters as I take a long look. The throb in my pussy deepens.

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