Page 16 of Netting the Goalie

Reaching for him, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him forward, meeting him halfway and pressing my lips against his.

I needed him to have no doubt about what I wanted.That I wanted whatever he had to give.

And when he kissed me back, I realized not only was he a really good kisser, but what I’d thought was shyness was really reserve.And I’d just given him permission to release his restraints.

His hands wrapped around my shoulders, tight but not threatening.And it definitely didn’t hurt.But he wasn’t going to release me unless I asked.

My heart beat just a little faster.

So strong.So…demanding.

With a soft moan, I shifted closer as his mouth opened over mine and his tongue slid between my lips.

I might’ve been the one to initiate the kiss but I realized I wouldn’t be the one who controlled it.I was okay with that.Totally okay.

With a sigh, I tilted my head so he could kiss me more deeply.He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

His kiss became more intense, threatened to burn.Heat flashed through me, making my nipples tighten and my thighs clench.

His tongue slid against mine, tangling with mine.No teasing, no hinting.Just flat-out demand.

Shane had gone straight from zero to a hundred in record time.

And though I didn’t have a problem with that, it took a few seconds for my body to catch up.To allow him to take control

And when I did…

My lungs froze as his lips moved over mine with a skill I hadn’t expected.A skill that made my brain fuzzy when he stroked his tongue along mine then sucked with a sexy demand that made me want to agree to anything he asked.

How had that happened?How had he gone from slightly awkward and adorable to hot and demanding?

And honestly…who cared?Especially when lust thrummed through my body, making my sex slick with desire and… Holy hell, when had he flattened those huge hands across my back to urge me closer?

I felt each finger through my shirt as he pressed them into my skin.He wasn’t hurting me but I certainly wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it.

Oh my god, did I love that.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I arched my back, mashing my chest against his, trying to ease the ache in breasts.I wanted him to put his hands on them and squeeze, not to hurt, just…

God, Ihurt.

With a little moan, I rose to my knees, cursing my tight skirt.I couldn’t spread my legs without rutching up my skirt and I couldn’t do that without actually reaching down and pulling it up.

Maybe he’d just tear the damn thing off of me.

My heart began to double-time and it got harder to breathe as his hands began to move.

Stroking down my back with a heavy hand, he cupped my ass in his palms and pulled.

I had a second to wonder if my skirt was going to split at the seams before he leaned back and took them horizontal.Without releasing my mouth.

The man was talented.He stole my breath and never gave me time to regain it.His hands never stopped touching me, cupping me, molding me.

Not a shy bone in his body now.Which just meant I couldn’t think straight.

Especially not when lying flat-out on top of him and feeling his impressive erection pressed against my stomach.

Wow.

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