Page 35 of Puck You Not

“I mean a lot of people think I am, but I’ve worked hard for everything.That’s not luck.”

I couldn’t help the naughty grin that curled my lips.“I could make you work harder for—”

My offer was cut off abruptly by his hungry mouth covering mine, demanding and possessive.His lips pushed mine open, his tongue exploring, tangling with mine.I moaned, arching beneath him, my breasts feeling so achy and full, the tips hard against my suddenly too-small shirt.Need flooded through me, and I whined in complaint when he sat back and left me without his mouth.

But my disappointment didn’t last long as he reached behind his neck and yanked his shirt up over his head.I swallowed hard, watching the play of the muscles he’d revealed as he tossed the garment over the side of the bed.

Holy cow, hockey did a body good.I knew he had wide shoulders and slim hips, and I’d felt all of that hard magnificence against me, but actually seeing the firm planes and carved ridges that came from hours upon hours on the ice.Who knew eight packs actually existed in the wild?

My God, I was the luckiest girl on campus.In the state.Maybe, even the whole country.Because I knew all that fit perfection would give me the kind of pleasure that could make a girl scream.I’d definitely be hard-pressed to keep quiet so anyone else in the house didn’t hear me.

And Parrish wanted me.Me?

“Parrish, I… I’m…” Words didn’t come as my gaze tripped over his rounded pecs then stumbled down to the peaks and valleys of his hard abs and his flat belly that disappeared into the loose waistband of his jeans—jeans that couldn’t hide the prominent ridge behind his fly.Which strangely was what startle me back to what I’d started to say.“What Sheena said—”

“Is bullshit,” he interrupted.His chest lifted with heavy breaths, determination hardening his features, and I halfway wondered if this wasn’t what his opponents saw—only less naked.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers closed around my hand.He brought it right to his arousal while he stared at me and pressed my palm to the ridge.Without thinking, I curled my fingers around the shaft, and he groaned a low sound of pleasure.

“What part of this don’t you understand?”he asked, squeezing my hold tighter.“Haven’t you noticed I can’t stop myself from constantly touching you.Whenever you’re in the same room as me, I can’t stop looking at you, admiring you.You’reeverythingI want.”

I swallowed, taking the leap past my insecurities and into his care.“I want you, too.”

“Good.I think it would fucking kill me if I had to stop and walk away right now.And I would.I’d walk away if you said stop.Because even if I wouldn’t want to, I’m not that kind of guy.”His fingers traced my cheek, his thumb tugging over my bottom lip.

“I’m not going to tell you to stop.I want you, Parrish.”Yeah, I’d said that before, but it seemed to bear repeating.I’d heard stories about athletes getting accused, true or not, with these things, and I wanted to assure him.“I’m probably halfway in love with you, but you can pretend I didn’t say that if it scares you.”

A wide grin stretched his lips, his happiness filling the room.“You should probably know I’m at least halfway in love with you, too.It probably happened when you yelled at me in email about pineapple pizza.Or when you went on the extra long rant about the eagles just showing up at the end of the Lord of the Rings movies without even being mentioned in the nine hours before their appearance.”

“It was a travesty and gross misjudgment,” I muttered, heat flooding my face.That was me, completely nerdy that way.

He chuckled and dropped a kiss on my nose.“You’re adorable.”

I grimaced.“That seems like a downgrade from earlier.”

“Nah.”His hands skimmed along my waist to catch on the bottom of my sweatshirt.“You’re completely sexy, too.”

I snorted.“Let’s not oversell.”

“I had no idea you were kinky, baby, because you’re definitely asking for a spanking.”

My breath caught again, my eyes widening.“Parrish…”

His brow lifted, and he continued pushing up my sweatshirt, revealing a torso that was far softer than his.

“Oh,” he said, the sound half sigh and half groan.“I knew you’d be perfect.”His mouth pressed to my belly, and he trailed lingering, heated kisses up to the edge of my lacy bra.When he lifted up slightly to shove my top the rest of the way off, his heavy gaze remained glued to my chest.I’d never been so thankful I wore frilly bras and panties beneath my plain clothes.

As soon as my shirt joined his on the floor, his mouth descended to one of the pearled nipples that poked against the fabric of my bra.He drew hard, sending threads of electric pleasure pulsing directly to my core.

“Oh!”I breathed.“Parrish…”

My fingers speared into his hair and held him there as he sucked and nipped.His tongue lashed over the hardened tip, rasping the fabric over my areola in the process.Then suddenly the barrier was gone, him yanking down the cup, and we were skin to skin, nipple to mouth, and everything I’d ever worried about slipped away as easily as a mist under the heat of bright sunlight.

My mind blanked to anything but the pleasure, fully focused on what he was doing.Parrish moved from peak to peak then back while tension coiled tight in my belly.My orgasm loomed close, bearing down on me.How could it be so fast?Right there?It wouldn’t take much to push me right over the edge.

Then Parrish wedged himself between my jean-clad thighs, dropping down from how he’d knelt over me, and ground himself against my center.

“You taste so good.I could suck on these hard, little nipples for hours.”

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