Page 44 of Hat Trick Holidate

“If you don’t unlock the damn door, your neighbors will see me rip this dress off your heavenly body as I bury my face between your legs.”

Nerves must be getting the best of her because she can’t get it unlocked. It’s an old house—quaint Cape Cod style with red brick and white dormers. “Let me try.” I fiddle with it and pull up on the door a bit before it finally releases the locking mechanism.

With Emmaline lightly gripping me, we stumble into the room, but somehow, I manage to stay upright. I’m grateful for the skills I’ve learned in hockey to maintain mybalance when the opponent slams into me—although I wouldn’t mind her falling on top of me.

She missteps, and her laughter reverberates off the walls. I spin around to catch her around the waist.

“Careful, Rusti,” I joke, keeping her steady in my arms. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt those never-ending legs.”

Emmaline’s laughter weakens as her questioning eyes meet mine. “Why me?” she asks.

“Whymeis the better question?” I feel my brows pinch. She thinks she’s the lucky one. Well, she’s fucking wrong.

Without giving her a chance to answer, my hands sink into her silky hair. It’s the color of a leaf in the fall when it’s fading from bright red to brown. Our faces are a hairsbreadth apart when I press my lips to hers. The first one is a peck that lingers before our mouths part, evolving into sensual overlapping kisses.

“I love how you kiss me,” she mumbles into my mouth, and we both smile into a deeper kiss.

Skimming my tongue over hers, we dance around her dark living room, only lit by the porch lights streaming in through the windows. We fall over the couch, and luckily, it’s soft, and her curvaceous body lands on top of me. Fuck, I love the way she’s looking down at me.

I sit up and surround her with my arms, sucking between her cleavage. My fingers find the zipper on her back, and I pull down one metal tooth at a time. My skin buzzes with anticipation. It’s been eight years since I cared about the woman I was sleeping with—her. I wondered why she felt different from other women, but I may have found my soulmate almost a decade ago. Is it fate or torturewhen life throws you together only to keep you apart for so long?

The dress fabric droops in the front, a telltale sign that the zipper has given up its duty of holding the dress together. With a sigh, she carefully slips her arms out of the garment, revealing her magnificent round breasts. My mouth waters, and I lick my lips as my hands roam over the red, sexy lace. Her nipples become so hard, pleading to be touched. I release the closure from the back. She takes the lace bra the rest of the way off and teases me before swinging it like a rodeo rope, flying across the room,

All inhibitions have flown out the window.

She pushes me down with one finger, unbuttoning my shirt, sweeping it away from my body, exposing my chest. Her hands glide up and down over and over, and my erection strains against my pants.

I grab her wrists and slide her to her elbows, so her face is over mine, and her tits are hanging dangerously close to my mouth.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asks, her voice taunting me and her hair hanging around my face.

I scoop her hair over one side, leaving the skin exposed on the other shoulder, grazing her skin with my teeth. With a low gravelly voice, I say, “The question you should be asking is what am I not going to do with you?”

Her eyes sparkle as she moves her hips, wearing only panties. “On your knees.”

She follows my directions, and I slide her panties down to her knees before ripping them off her gorgeous curves. Grabbing her ass, I scoot her toward my face.

Emmaline chokes out, “No, I’m too big.”

“You’re the goddamn sun. Bright. And so beautiful, it hurts to stare at you too long. Knees by my ears now, I promise I’ll make you burn like the fucking sun. So hot.”

Holding onto her bare ass, I urge her into place. She’s tense as fuck, so I grab her shoulder and push her down on my face. God, the tart scent and the sweet taste of her on my tongue has my dick ready to break out. After a few minutes, she gives in and relaxes into the moment.

My nose rubs against her clit as my tongue glides through her soaking-wet folds. As she grinds down on my face, arching her back, she lets out seductive noises that spurs me on.

She bears down, finding the friction she needs. She completely lets go, and her body shakes as she yells, “Yes. Please… don’t ... Yes. Yes.”

Clamping down on my ears, her body stiffens, and her juices gush from her center. When her body relaxes, and her sweet cream is all over my face from nose to chin and even on my jaws, I lick slowly, running through her folds and let her float down from the high she’s been riding.

I squeeze her ass while inching her center down to my abs so I can kiss her. And when her hooded eyes open enough, I confirm my dessert order. “I want you for dessert every night.”

She giggles, and even in the dark, I see the pink blush crawling up her chest to her face. It’s a sight that I could look at forever.

My hands glide on the soft skin of her back and then find the perfect place to rest on her cheeks. Lifting my head off the couch, I pull her face to mine. When I claim her mouth, she moans as she tastes herself on me, and a strong pang ofhunger hits me in the chest. “Promise me you’ll give this to me every night. I want you every fucking day… to devour you…” My words die on my lips because the next words would be ones I’ve never said, and it’s not possible. Not yet.

Her tongue strokes mine, and it turns sloppy and needy, both of us wanting more. We pull apart for a moment, and she jokes, “Damn, if I knew I tasted like a fucking honeysuckle, I would have been getting myself off and sucking my fingers, years ago.”

Ding. Ding. A bell goes off in my head, and I make a mental note to watch her as she masturbates, but not now. I have to get inside her, and we must be on the same page.

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