Page 33 of Date with a Devil
“I’m sure it’ll turn up,” DeHardt whispered right into her ear, his voice like a honeyed rasp. His gritty stubble scraped against the sensitive skin of her jaw. Austen gasped out loud, wilting beneath him like a delicate flower in the hot summer sun.
Of course he caught her in his big, strong, stupid arms.
“It’s nice to get away from the camera for a little, isn’t it?” he asked as he stroked a stray lock of hair from her face.
And then he leaned in for his kiss.
She hadn’t expected him to pounce so swiftly, so sure of himself. She probablyshouldhave, since that was exactly how he played the game on the ice—and scoring a goal in the NHL was surely harder than seducing some girl who was in far over her head.
She closed her eyes and let it happen anyway.
The athlete stole her upper lip. With a whimper, she let him have it, and his taste filled her mouth. You could say a lot of bad things about DeHardt, but shitty kisser wasnotone of them. With a full set of pillowy, velvet-soft lips, he easily persuaded her into kissing him back.
This is so wrong,she thought, even as she met his tongue with her own. Their tongues pushed and pulled against one another. The frenzied friction of tongue-on-tongue heightened her already-tingling senses.
But it feels so right,she thought as her hands blindly flew up and down his broad chest, mapping the ridges and mounds of muscle with her fingertips.
DeHardt pressed his body against hers, the great mass of his body forcing her backwards, luring her onto his couch. Then he was on top of her, his hands sliding under her blouse, his greedy fingers pawing at her stomach.
“This tight little stomach of yours drove me wild today,” he whispered hungrily into her ear. “I kept thinking how much I’d love to see my dick burrowing beneath your tummy.”
She moaned out loud.God,what a raunchy thing to say—but oh, how she loved hearing it. She loved that she possessed the power to fill the hockey player’s head with such filthy and depraved visions. His words were like a spell, and she was desperate and determined to make his fantasy a reality. Her insides ached with a yearning, an emptiness onlyhecould fill.
She needed him. She craved him.
And she couldfeelhim, rock-hard, his giant cock growing in his silly but oh-so-sexy joggers.
She snuck a hand between his legs. With the tips of her fingers, she teased him with light, glancing blows along the length of his shaft. Soon the powerful athlete was panting and groaning beneath her touch.
“Iwantyou,” he growled, his titan hands still groping at her belly.
“My crew’s waiting for me outside,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if that meantnoor if that meantwe have to be quick.
The athlete decided it meant the latter. He unclasped her belt and began popping the series of waist-buttons from her jeans.
God, what am I doing?Austen wondered, even as she tightened her fingers around his girth and stroked him. Through his joggers, she could feel his cock pulsing and pounding with masculine arousal.
And then she felt something else.
The gentle rustling of a small piece of scrap paper within his pocket.
The note!
She snuck her hand into his pocket, snagged the note between her fingers, and carefully fished it out. DeHardt hadn’t noticed; he was too focused on popping those buttons free.
Austen unfolded the note from the waitress and secretly read it over the athlete’s round shoulders.
That was it.
That wasexactlywhat she needed to break his spell over her.
“Stop!” she yelled, and she pushed and shoved DeHardt until he got off of her. She jumped off the couch and buttoned her pants.
“Hey, what the hell?” DeHardt asked, sitting on his heels with disappointment. His ridiculous boner comically tented the crotch of his sweatpants. “What’s gotten into you?”
She waved the note in the air and began to read out loud.
“Hey sexy. Sorry you look so B-O-R-E-D over there with Plain Jane! Here’s my number. Call me when your little fake date is over, and I’ll make sure you go to bed with a real smile. XOXO, Nikki. P.S. Can’t wait to see how ‘Big’ that ‘D’ can get.”
