Page 23 of Meeting Melody
Or maybe I’ll just flunk, and Coach will bench me for the rest of the season, and that future I told her about teaching will become true before I even have a chance to make a name for myself.
The NHL is where I want to be, of course. But teaching is a solid backup plan—and it’s an eventuality. No one can play professional hockey forever.
I tear the hoodie and her sweater off, tossing them to the floor. The heat coming off the fireplace is enough to keep the chill out of the air. She unclasps her bra and pulls it off, freeing her breasts.
I immediately palm one, then lean down and nip her skin. Under her shirt, the red spots I left last night are uncovered. Unlike the ones I know I left on her neck. I groan and kiss them again, sucking and nibbling until her fingers slide into my hair. I go lower.
“This,” I whisper, taking her nipple into my mouth.
Her back arches, forcing her breast into my face, and her hand on the back of my head tightens. I roll her other nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck me,” she gasps. “Enough of this—”
I shake my head and move farther down, going to my knees. She flinches when I kiss her sternum, then trail farther south. Over her belly, the soft curves and rolls of her skin. I hold her hips to keep her from squirming away from me.
I push her back against the window. She sucks in a breath—I imagine the glass is cold. I ignore it and spread her legs.
“Jacob—”
“I’m starving, songbird.” I said as much to her before, and it shuts her up again.
This is my feast.
I lean in and taste her. A quick lick. Then I hook her leg over my shoulder, giving myself more room to work.
She’s so fucking wet, it begs the question: which part turned her on the most? I focus on her clit and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She groans, and her head falls back. I work her to the edge and back off. Then again. Until her thighs tense, and she’s a quivering mess under my mouth.
“Please,” she whispers. “Stop torturing me.”
I smirk and rise. She watches me with hooded eyes, and I drop my pants in front of her. She wets her lips. Her breathing hitches.
“Scared?”
“No,” she lies.
I wrap my hands around her waist, cinching her naked body to mine, and kiss her. This time, she has to taste herself. She groans when she registers it, her musk and sweetness that drive me fucking wild. My cock is so hard, I may burst just by thinking about being inside her.
She reaches down and grips my length, and it twitches in her hand. I let out a hiss of breath. She strokes me, then lines me up with her cunt.
I flex my hips forward, and the tip of my dick slips against her clit. She moans and shifts, trying to get me inside her. I like the burst of enthusiasm from her, though. Like a switch has flipped.
“Not yet,” I say against her lips. I continue to tease her for another minute, until she’s flushed in the cheeks. Then I turn her around, so we’re both facing the window, and yank her hips toward me.
I thrust inside her hard, all the way to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation. She’s so fucking tight and hot. I grip her hips harder, digging into her skin, and pull out. Then shove back into her. Her muscles clench at me, and her eyes meet mine in our reflection.
“You’re killing me,” she growls. Shegrowls, and it’s more like a kitten trying to be scary than anything else.
I chuckle, holding on when she suddenly thrashes. She tries to get me off her, but I shove her forward. Her chest and face smashes against the window.
“Imagine what the neighbors will think if they’re out for a snowy walk,” I whisper in her ear. My chest is pressed to her back, and I reach around her and touch her clit.
I pull almost all the way out of her, then back in. Pleasure travels along my spine like electricity. It’s sizzling and intense. She looks over her shoulder at me, and for a split second, I see our future. The whole of it, stretched out in front of us.
So much better than fucking her asleep. Even if it felt right and wrong at the same time, in the way that hockey gives me a rush. She gives me a rush, too.
But then her gaze shutters, like blinds being snapped closed.
She’s still looking at me,into me, but not giving me anything back.
