Page 30 of Wilder Puck
Chapter 11
He’s staring into my eyes as he leans in, and I can see our future together. He would take care of me and love me unconditionally. We would laugh and have so much fun together. He would doeverythingfor me.
He would love me like nobody else would because this is Ryan Wilder. He’s the type of guy you hold onto, the guy that you never let go of. I have the pleasure of having him as a best friend, and I might have just ruined that with my suggestion earlier. But with the way he was pinning me down and looking at me when we were messing around, the proposal kind of justslippedout of my mouth. Accidentally. I’m too much of a coward to tell him how I feel, so if he can go along with this, maybe he’ll see that we can take this relationship to the next level.
With the way he’s looking at me right now, I’m convinced he’s terrified butseriouslyturned on. It’s probably from taking my top off. Another thing I just randomly decided to do. What woman takes off her own shirt and says that she likes to do that part herself? What the fuck is wrong with me?
He seals the deal by leaning in. As much as I’ve fantasized about my best friend, I didn’t imagine this moment when his lips touched mine for the first time. I had no idea it would start a whole new hunger inside of me, screaming for more. It hasn’t even been a second, and I already want him deep inside of me.
He lets his tongue slip into my mouth, and it’s so fucking good that my eyes roll back. I’m lightheaded as he presses himself against me and his hands grab the back of my head.
I moan and he pulls back, staring at me with a new light in his eyes.
“Baddie,” he breathes, looking down at me. “Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand. I follow him down the hall. We step into his bedroom and then he shuts the bedroom door behind me.
“Where were we?” he asks softly as he kisses me again.
Holy fuck. His lips are dancing against mine, and his tongue in my mouth is not like anything else. He lowers me onto the bed, hungry for me. His lips trail down my neck until he reaches the first button of my top.
“Please,” he says. “Take this off.”
Is he licking my cleavage? Shit, he is. And it feels so damn good. I moan into the air, everything pulsing in my body. Holy hell that’s so fucking good. And I’m supposed to be giving him pointers?
I sit up to take off my top again and he smiles. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
My hands fall on his cheeks as I look at his delicious body. My god.
“I haven’t had any idea,” he laughs. “But fuck, Ads, you are smoking.” He kisses me. “Hot.” His tongue enters my mouth this time. “Sexy. Beautiful.” He pulls back to look at me again. “May I?” he asks, pulling on my shorts.
They slip off as he looks at my thong. There are two hockey sticks on the front as his eyes travel up my body.
“Hockey underwear?” he asks, meeting my eyes in question.
I look at it, questioning why the hell I forgot I had these on. I am so embarrassed. I shrug. “It’s game day.”
He’s staring at it now. His brows furrow as he asks, “You wear these for every one of my games?”
I shrug, afraid to admit it. And then I see the look in his lustful eyes as he observes it.
“Yeah,” I inhale.
“Baddie,” he mutters in a husky voice. He touches my knee, gliding his hand down my thigh. His fingers hover over the design. He presses against me gently, causing my body to jolt at the pleasure, and asks again, “You wear these for every one of my games?”
The contact of his fingers tracing the hockey sticks causes me to breathe heavily. I want more. I want him to show me what he’s capable of with his own hockey stick.
“Addison,” he breathes. “How… How am I supposed to play another game without remembering this moment?”
Oh, fuck, he’s rubbing me faster.
“Huh? Tell me.” He’s pushing harder now, making me moan. “How am I going to do anything now?” He’s watching me clutch at the blanket under my palms. “Tell me, Ads. How the fuck can I do anything now?”
The way he’s talking to me makes it feel so damn good. But his fingers aren’t enough anymore. I needall of him.
I sit up and take matters into my own hands. I undo his pants as quickly as possible. I’m on all fours on the bed, bending down to see what I’m working with here. The curiosity I have is swirling around my stomach as he pulls off the pants. I sit up to wait and watch him undress. He’s staring at me.
“God damn it, Baddie,” he mutters, glancing at my body.
I stare at his abs. They look fucking great. It’s ridiculous.
