Page 22 of Press Your Luck

"Fair enough.”

We stood there for a moment, the silence between us heavy. I hadn’t said enough to atone for my remarks about her and Max, but I didn’t know what else I could say. I got the feeling she didn’t want it mentioned again.

“Why do you care what I do, anyway?”

I didn’t expect that. “I admire you. I might be a caveman, but I think you’re a great coach. A little green, maybe, but with a great deal of potential.”

Her expression softened, and while I knew she wouldn’t admit it, I think my words meant something to her.

“You say that, but like everyone else, you only care about my love life.”

I shook my head. “That’s not true. That came out in the heat of the moment. Blame it on the booze.” I smiled, hoping she’d smile back and relieve the guilt weighing heavily in my chest.

Her gaze drifted down, and at first, I thought she was just trying to break the tension by avoiding eye contact. But then her gaze settled on my groin area, telling me she’d felt my reaction to her. I scanned her face, worried I’d see repulsion.

She bit her lip and sighed, her gaze returning to mine.

My heartbeat sped up. I stepped closer to her. "Are we good?"

She uncrossed her arms. "We're good, Pierce. Or at least, as good as we can be under the circumstances."

We should leave. We should break this crazy, erotic tension and go our own ways.

“What circumstances?” I stepped closer to her, close enough that I could feel the heat of her body.

Her breath hitched, and I knew for sure then that this crazy attraction wasn’t one-sided.

“We’re coaches of rival teams. By definition, we’re enemies.”

“Only on the ice.” Taking a chance, I pushed back a tendril of blonde hair that had escaped from its confines.

She looked up at me, and I expected her to push me away. But she didn’t. The moment hung heavily. I needed to go. I needed to suffer this desire alone. But heaven help me, I couldn’t.

A wave of unadulterated need washed through me, propelled me forward until my mouth was on hers. She didn’t pull away or slap me, so I tasted her. She was sweet and spicy and more intoxicating than the drinks we’d had at the bar.

She hadn’t stopped me, but I wasn’t sure she was with me, either. I started to pull away, working on my apology, but her fingers gripped my shirt and pulled me back. Her lips fused to mine. Holy hell. An inferno erupted, consuming my body in fire.

I wrapped my arm around her, maneuvering her to the table. I lifted her dress and hoisted her on the table. All the while, my lips were on hers, our tongues hot as they danced together. I unzipped her dress, tugging it down to expose her pert tits.

I stood back to look at them. I groaned at their perfection, immediately taking one in my mouth as I pinched the nipple of the other.

She moaned, her fingers lacing through my hair as she held me to her.

Yes, yes, yes...She was my fantasy come true.

I continued to suck her tits as I slid my fingers between her thighs. Her panties were wet. Sopping wet. The scent of her sex made me nearly come in my pants.

I dropped to my knees, wanting to worship this magnificent pussy. I ran my tongue through her pussy lips, her taste like the sweetest nectar I’d ever tasted.

“Oh, God.” Her hips rocked as I licked and sucked her clit. God, how I wanted to drink her cum, but my dick was ready to burst, and more than wanting to taste her pleasure, I wanted to feel it around my cock.

I continued to lick her pussy as I undid my belt and pants. I shot up, shoving my pants and boxers down. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Yes.”

I gripped her hips and thrust in, and sweet mother of God, she was perfection. Wet. Warm. Tight. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I was totally and completely gone.

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