Page 57 of In My Hockey Era
He groans appreciatively, taking in the sight of me.
His lips trail down my neck, slow and lingering, like he’s savoring every inch of me.I’m already breathless, fingers tangled in his hair, body arching into him as his mouth finds the curve of my breast.
A thought edges through the haze of pleasure, unbidden but insistent.I need to know.
“Bennett…” My voice is uneven, threaded with need but underscored by something else too.
He hums against my skin, nuzzling the swell of my breast, his stubble sending a shiver down my spine.“Mm?”
I swallow, my fingers tightening slightly in his hair.“Are you… are you seeing anyone else?”
His mouth stills for half a second before he exhales, a low sound against my skin.Then, he lifts his head, just enough to meet my gaze.His blue eyes are stormy with desire.
“You think I’d be here, doing this, if there was anyone else?”His voice is rough, laced with something almost offended.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, he’s pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss over my heart, then lower, his hands framing my waist as his mouth continues its sinful descent.
“No one else,” he murmurs between kisses.“Not for a long time.”
A breath I didn’t realize I was holding slips from my lips.Relief crashes through me—sharp, undeniable.Everything I’d told myself about being careful, about the parade of puck bunnies at his disposal fades away.I trust him.
My fingers curl against his shoulders, dragging him back up so I can kiss him, deep and desperate.
“Me neither,” I whisper against his lips.“No one else.”
His groan vibrates through me, his grip tightening like that answer is exactly what he wanted to hear.Then he kisses me again, stealing my breath, before moving lower.He kisses his way down my chest, my stomach… He’s a man on a mission, and there’s no way I’m stopping him now.
Bennett settles in, clearly understanding the assignment.His mouth is everywhere—teasing, devouring, worshipping.
I’m already breathless, already coming undone before he even really starts, my body thrumming with anticipation.He’s got this wicked, knowing smirk like he enjoys watching me unravel beneath him, like he wants to take his time with it.
“Bennett…” My voice is shaky, a plea I barely recognize.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin, pressing a slow kiss to my inner thigh.“We’ve got all night.”
And then he shows me exactly how much patience he has.His mouth is sinful, his touch nothing short of devastating.
I lose track of time—of everything but the way he makes me feel.It’s overwhelming, consuming, like I’m coming apart and being put back together all at once.
When the pleasure finally crests, it steals my breath, leaves me gasping his name like a prayer.
He kisses his way back up, his weight solid and warm as he pulls me against him.His thumb brushes my cheek, his lips pressing soft and lingering against mine.
“You okay?”His voice is hoarse, edged with something that sounds like pride.
I let out a slow, shaky breath, still floating, still buzzing, still wrapped in him.
“More than okay,” I murmur.“That was… wow.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His arm tightens around me, tucking me against his chest like he’s not ready to let me go just yet.And honestly, I don’t want him to.
For once, I let myself stop thinking.Stop overanalyzing.
For tonight, I just let myself be his.
