Page 43 of Unleashed

Blood shot straight to my dick, my body growing hot at just the sight of her.

And suddenly, I didn’t care about my knee or game film, or if I was being a fool. I loved her filling my space. I wanted her engrossed in her work at the end of my couch every day.

I pulled in a deep breath… seeking and finding that special citrus scent and the kick of spice chaser. Her hallmark. Her perfume spilled into every corner of the apartment. Her travel mug sat drying on my kitchen counter. Her clothes needed to be pulled from my dryer. Even her cat had made my place his own. He sat atop my entertainment center like a grumpy gargoyle.

Which reminded me. “I saw a cat maze today.”

She looked up. “Yeah? Are you planning to bribe my cat?”

I smiled. “Mack was looking at iguana habitats on some pet app. Coach says he can’t leave Fred alone after the season. He’s looking to get something installed at home. Somehow, he landed on cat mazes.”

“He’s keeping Fred, then? I thought he was freaked out about the ‘giant lizard’ in his office?”

“Guess he got over his fear.” I shifted, looking for a position where my knee didn’t throb without being obvious about it.

But nothing got past Lily these days.

Her fingers stilled on her keyboard. “You okay?”

“Fine.” The word came out automatically, practiced. But something in her expression made me add, “Just stiff from practice.”

She set her laptop aside, closing the distance between us. She crawled into my lap, her hands moving to my shoulders, working tension I’d long grown used to. “You’re pushing too hard.”

A sweet ache spread through my chest at her words, cracking open places I kept locked down tight. The back of my neck prickled as her steady gaze burned into me, words crowding up that I couldn’t let loose. Not yet.

Instead, I settled my hands at the curve of her hips, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started out gentle but quickly turned hungry. Better to lose myself in her warmth than face the questions—or worse, the pity—I’d see in her eyes if I confirmed her suspicions.

“Jack.” Her whisper brushed my lips. I shoved my hands under her shirt, groaned at the silk of her skin. Perfection. She felt fucking perfect. “We should talk—”

“Rather do this.” I nipped her throat. Her gasp went straight to my cock. Fuck, the noises she made when I used my tongue, my teeth. Each sweet little sound told me she needed this as bad as I did. She melted into me like she couldn’t get close enough.

She rocked against me, the friction sending sparks through my blood. But when her fingers found the hem of my shirt, I caught her wrists. “Jump up.”

She slid back, paused. Then her feet hit the floor and my breath caught. Those blue-green eyes locked on mine as she hooked her thumbs in her pants. Down they went. She kicked free and I caught a glimpse of purple lace before that disappeared too. But that damn shirt—my shirt—hung low enough to tease. To hide what had my dick throbbing. I lunged forward, ready to tear the fabric off her. Desperate to see all of her.

“No, no,” she said with a cute wiggle and side step. “This what you’re after?” She pulled the hem of her shirt tight, moving it from side to side without lifting it an inch.

I sank back into the couch, fingers twitching, lips pulled into a happy grin. “You going to put on a show?”

She moved, not quite a sway, almost a dance. “Would you like that?”

My eyes followed the movement of her shifting shirt like a puck on ice with two minutes on the clock. She inched the hem of the shirt up, teased me with the sweet roundness of her thighs. She stepped, parting her thighs even as she shimmied slowly to a silent beat. I stared, entranced, as the shirt pulled taut, slid higher, revealing skin an inch at a time.

I scraped my palm over my jaw. Rough. Should’ve cleaned up, but fuck it. Her silky skin begged for my mouth, my teeth. My cock tented my sweats while I watched her. Pure fucking caveman, but I needed to leave my mark. Needed the world to know she was mine.

“Show me.”

She made a little sound, her fingers tightened in the folds of the shirt, and then the hem slid up. Beneath, her naked sex glistened, plump and shining with the evidence of her desire. For me, a beat-up old hockey player. I swallowed hard, gripped the arm of the couch. “Take it off, Sutton.”

She tugged the shirt up and over her head, the corner of her mouth kicked up in a grin that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was loving every second of torturing me. She was braless beneath my shirt, her beautiful breasts swaying gently as she moved. I didn’t even try to hold back the groan when she stood before me gloriously naked. “You’re a fucking goddess, woman.”

My heart pounding, I reached up and dragged her down. She tumbled into my lap, knees bracketing my hips, her tits to my chest. I captured her lips in a kiss I didn’t have a hope of resisting.

I devoured her mouth, my tongue delving deep. She moaned, her thighs clamping tight around me, her fingers clawing into my hair, tugging until my scalp stung.

And still I explored. Turning until my mouth melded over hers, clamping her close, close enough daylight wouldn’t find a way between us.

Lily undulated against me, rubbing her sweet, bare pussy against my dick, thin fabric between us. Blood pounded through my veins, hot and thick and heavy. I would explode any minute.

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