Page 65 of Grudge Puck
I ran my fingers through the dense smattering of hair between his sexy pecs. “You're a dirty boy, Beau.”
He smirked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I've never let a guy play with my ass. That'stwicenow you've broken new ground with me.”
“Heat of the moment kind of thing,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Hope I didn't go too far.”
I tried to fight my smile off, but it was hopeless.
“You liked it, though, didn't you,” he said, giving my shoulders a playful shake.
“Loved it, actually,” I finally admitted. “But don't get your hopes up. A finger's okay. But nothing more. You're too big for anything else to go in there.”
Beau laughed. “Fair.”
He hugged me tight, and I gave a happy sigh to be in his strong, sweaty arms.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours. We didn't have to say a word. We just basked in each other's warmth and soaked in all the bliss we'd just created together.
There was something else we'd created together, though. Something I tried to ignore.
A voice in the back of my head shouted,and this is why you don't sleep with people unless you care about them!
Because, as much as I didn't want to admit it, that was a personal rule of mine for a reason. I knew how easy it was to get unreasonably attached to a guy once you'd let him in. Once you'd kissed him, and you knew the pleasure of your tongues dancing together? Once you let him between your thighs, and you sensed his intimate, throbbing arousal inside you?
Something happened.
Something animal, something biological—whatever it was, something happened.
I thought I was strong enough to fight it off. But the truth was, Beau fucked the gooey, sappy emotions right into me. With his big, thick, perfect penis. The penis that I now wantedallto myself, and the idea of it ever entering any other woman filled me with a jealous rage.
I felt like smacking my head.
Because now—as we lay in bed, both of us glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the smells of hot flesh and salty fluids all around us—the veil was lifted. And I knew that no matter how much I lied to myself, I couldn't separate sexand feelings. I couldn't just fuck Beau because he happened to be great at hockey and let him walk away and feel nothing over it.
But I'd told myself that I could do exactly that—and that was a ruse, a lie. That was just my body's way of luring me into bed with him. Sometimes, your body can be like an animal with a mind, and urges, all of its own. Something in me craved a man like Beau—powerful, imposing, aggressive—and it'd do anything to have him. Again and again. Beau filled some irrational animal need that I would never understand with my rational mind.
Not to say I regretted this moment with him; not at all.
But as I stared at him, his softly-shut eyelids, and ran my fingers over his jaw, his chin, his incredibly handsome facial features … I felt so sad that now I had to let him go. I'd had my turn with him, and now some other women would, too.
Plentyof other women, by the sounds of it.
Sure enough, before long, I noticed that Beau had slipped into the habit of checking the time on the alarm clock.
“Do you have to be somewhere?” I asked him.
“Our curfew's at midnight. Which means Hunter has to come back here.”
Which meant we only had a few precious minutes together—and I'd have to leave soon.
My heart sank, and I hoped it didn't show. I buried my face against his shoulder and nodded.
“So what is your team doing tomorrow?” I asked, trying to focus on anything else.
“We're on a road trip. Tomorrow, it's up to Boston. From there, we head to Toronto, then Montreal,” he trailed off.
“Oh … sounds busy.”
