Page 54 of Suck My Puck

Bella

Braden’s hot breath ghosts over my skin.

I bite my lip, trying my hardest not to climb him like a tree and have my way with him.

When I walked in a second ago to grab Maizie’s food and saw Braden shirtless, I stopped speaking. Because dear god, this man isbeautiful.

Like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

I mean, I knew he was ripped. He’s a professional hockey player. They’re all in incredible shape.

But to see his body up close and half-naked is something else entirely.

His torso looks like it was carved from marble. He’s all hard lines and bulging muscles. So tall and lean.

But then he scooped Maizie out of my hands and cuddled her sleeping body into his chest. And in that moment, he went from ridiculously hot to nuclear levels of hotness.

I drink in the visual of this insanely sexy man cuddling a cute puppy. Heat flashes across my body. That throb between my legs intensifies.

Getyour vagina in check. Braden is off-limits, remember?

I force myself to listen to my inner voice of reason.

We’re neighbors. He’s a hockey player. I swore to myself I’d never, ever be with a hockey player again.

But my lady bits are aching, begging my brain to give up the good fight and just give in already, to tear his clothes off right here, right now.

A wicked smile tugs at Braden’s lips. Like he can read my mind. Like he can tell just how hard I’m fighting with myself to keep from jumping his bones.

He lets go of my chin and brushes my hair out of my face. Then he lowers his face to my neck and dusts a soft kiss on my skin.

I gasp. A million goosebumps flash across my skin. My clit pulses. My body remembers just how good hooking up with Braden felt.

“Is this okay, pretty girl? Is it okay that I’m kissing your neck?”

I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I nod.

“Did you miss me kissing you here?”

My eyelids flutter. “Y-Yes…”

He runs his tongue along the side of my neck and my knees buckle.

A soft growling noise rips from his throat. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I whimper. “W-We shouldn’t…”

“Why not?” he asks, his mouth against my skin.

I close my eyes and struggle to formulate a coherent thought. “Because I told myself we’d only ever hook up once…I can’t do it again.”

A low, rough chuckle falls from his lips as he leans back and looks me in the eye. “I remember the look on your facethat night we were together. I could tell you didn’t want it to end. You wanted to give in.”

He traces his fingers along the slope of my neck. I shiver.

“Just like you want to give in right now,” he murmurs. He leans in and softly bites the hinge of my jaw, then brushes a whisper-soft kiss to my skin.

I let out a shaky breath.

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