Page 46 of Your Pucking Mom

I slowly pivoted to face him. “Yeah?”

“Do you know how much adrenaline is coursing through me right now?” I shook my head.

“Do you want to know what I desperately want to do to you?”

I paused, but he filled the silence with his words. “I saw the way you watched every movement I made out there.”

He closed his eyes as if it was painful to say, but I couldn’t help but glance down toward the bulge in his pants. With his street clothes on, it was so obvious how hard he was. Shit. Oh God, I was getting flustered.

“I have to be on this ice because if I don’t, I’ll go home, and it will physically kill me how many times I’d have to jack off imagining the way your mouth popped open every time I scored.”

My jaw dropped.

He pointed at me, stick in hand. “That. That look.”

“I-I’m not doing anything,” I whispered.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. You’re doing everything. You’re fucking ruining me, Sunshine. I was so distracted, so fucking horny while watching your curls bounce every time you jumped up when we scored.”

He slid closer.

“I-I…” The words caught in my throat.

“I was so distracted imagining what it’d look like if next time you sucked me raw, you were wearing nothing but my jersey.”

Moisture increased between my thighs. I was so turned on it almost terrified me.

“Eyes up here, Sunshine.” His deep, raw voice echoed, and I obliged, following the ridges of his body and up to his face.

“I-I…” I was so flustered it seemed I’d lost the sense to string together a sentence. “I can’t. We can’t.”

“We did a few days ago.” More redness flooded my cheeks. “What’s one more taste?”

The only thing separating us was the rink. He couldn’t come toward me without messing up the blades of his skates, there was a sense of control I maintained in this, so I walked closer to him.

I leaned over the boards as he threw off his gloves and dropped his stick. He closed the distance between us, then grasped my waist and lifted me. I let out a giggle, wrapped my legs around his waist, and my hands around his neck.

“Please,” he begged. I was impressed at his ability to hold me up in his skates on the ice.

I didn’t know what I was doing, other than acting on sheer instinct. It was either from watching him the entire game or missing the taste of him on my lips, but I leaned down and crashed my lips to his. He held me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and moved around the rink.

When he was near, he consumed me completely.

“I can’t believe the way fate always has us meeting, Sunshine,” he murmured as he pulled away momentarily. As I was about to respond, his lips crashed back onto mine, silencing me and taking away all other thoughts I had.

I always second-guessed my plans in life after living with a parent who told me I would never amount to anything. It was hard to believe in myself, but when I was with Ledger, those doubts were erased. This was the reason his presence was so fucking addicting to me.

As his tongue swirled with my mouth, I let out a moan, and he halted in the middle of the rink.

“Make those noises again, Sunshine, and I will need to taste more than just your mouth.”

I was panting, and truthfully, so desperate for more that if he pulled off my clothes right here, right now, I’d let him.

“I dare you,” I said, but as his eyes hooded and his hands tightened on my waist, a large noise echoed throughout the arena.

The door to the players’ locker room slammed open and shut. “Shit.”

I jumped down, then remembered we were in the middle of the ice. He grabbed under my arms and skated me back toward the boards, then recognition flickered in Ledger’s eyes as the person coming back toward us came into the light.

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