“You’re too beautiful of a man,” I say, my hands running down both his cheeks and staring down into his molten eyes.
His smoldering gaze doesn’t break from mine. “You’re the beautiful one.” His hands wind around my body and grab my ass, pushing me toward him. “Are you okay?”
I nod and my forehead falls to his. “I’m great.”
Which is true. We stand there like that, neither one saying a word, until the desire to have one another becomes too all-consuming.
His hands glide down my thighs, urging me to straddle him, and when I do, I’m rewarded with his length pressing into my folds. I grind along it and my arousal peaks again. He pulls me into his chest, and my nipples rub his hard pecs.
He says my name on a breath and I close my eyes. Hearing my name in such a different way from his lips feels almost overwhelming. As though I’m a fragile doll he’s protecting.
“Yeah?” I mumble, still grinding against his hard heat.
“Are you clean?”
I draw back.
He looks a little nervous. “I’m tested all the time and I’ve never not used a condom. But whatever makes you comfortable is cool.”
“I have an IUD and I don’t dare tell you the last time I had sex, but needless to say it was a long time ago.”
He smooths out my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “That makes me happy to hear.”
“Well, it might take a while for me to find my rhythm again.” I rise up on my knees.
“You sure about this?” He positions the tip of his cock at my opening.
My answer is to sink down on his length, letting him fill me.
“Damn,” he whispers. “You feel fucking fantastic.”
And so does he, but I can’t find the words. I wrap my arms around his head, my fingers threading through his hair to ground him to me, as I ease his girth in and out of me. The stretch and fill of him is the stuff wet dreams are made of, and I moan.
He pushes up inside me and we find the perfect rhythm. “Never enough.” His teeth scrape along the skin of my collarbone. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I close my eyes and say a silent prayer that it’s the truth, that he’s not just feeding me a line, because I’ve never felt more connected to someone during sex than right now. It feels as though we were two lost puzzle pieces who found each other in a land of misfits. My arms tighten and his do the same, our lower halves doing the majority of the work. He grunts and I moan when he hits me so deep, it feels as though I might spontaneously orgasm.
“Aiden.”
“Say it again,” he orders.
“Aiden.” My voice is breathy from the vibrating desire coursing through my body.
“You’re amazing. I’m so fucking sorry for being a dick today,” he says against my skin.
“It’s fine.”
He stops moving and waits for me to look at him. “It’s never okay for me to be that way with you.”
I nod. “Fine. Just don’t stop again.”
He chuckles and we pick up where we were, but now our paces speed up. He’s pushing into me and I’m clenching around him. The overwhelming pleasure hits me fast, catapulting me over the edge Aiden had me teetering on.
“There you go,” he says, and he buries his head into my neck, driving into me. “Fucking hell.” He pumps into me once more before stilling inside me. His lips continue to kiss me as he fills me up. “So damn good.”
He tilts my head so I can stare at him and we both smile.
Oh my god, I screwed Aiden Drake from the Florida Fury. Although to me, he just feels like Aiden.
I wake up to a phone buzzing, and I stir in Aiden’s arms. At some point we must have fallen asleep. For a man who played an entire game of hockey, he had more stamina than I expected.
“It’s mine,” he says and gets out of bed to look for his slacks.
I sprawl out on my stomach, my head on the pillow, and glance at the clock. It’s just after midnight, so we haven’t been asleep long.
He answers his phone. “What?”
There’s a short pause.
“You’re kidding me. What time is it?”
Another pause.
“Don’t worry about where I am.”
Another pause.
“How the fuck did he let this happen? Jesus Christ. Give me ten.”
He hangs up and crawls back up on the bed. “I have to go.” He swipes my hair away from my face and kisses the nape of my neck. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Where do you have to go?” I ask, turning around to face him. I open my arms and he slides on top of me, the sheet the only barrier between us.
“Ford got in trouble,” he says. “I forgot this is his hometown. Some woman is accusing him of fathering her child.”
My eyes open in surprise. “Woah!”
“It’s probably not true. You know how many guys I know who have been told they’re gonna be daddies only to find out surprise, it’s not theirs?” The bitterness in his tone grates on my nerves slightly. “But Ford has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so who knows.” He dips down and kisses me softly. “I’ll try to be back soon though.”
“Okay.” I rise up and kiss him one more time. It’s addicting now that I know what his lips feel like. One kiss is like eating only one fun-size candy bar—never going to happen that it’s enough.
“I’m going to turn on the light to find some clothes in my suitcase.”
“Okay.” I roll over.
His weight is soon off the bed, the bathroom light on, and I hear the zipper of his suitcase. I somehow move in and out of sleep while he gets ready, but with one last kiss, he’s out the door and I fall back asleep.
I’m awoken with light streaming in through the curtains and my phone ringing on the nightstand.
“You little puck bunny!” Tedi screeches in my ear when I answer.
I sit up in bed, pulling the sheet to cover myself. “What are you talking about?”
“You really need to be more discreet.”
“Back up about ten paces and start over. You’ve lost me.”
“It’s funny, I thought Aiden was a smart guy, but turns out he doesn’t realize that the elevators in the hotel are glass… meaning people can see through them.”
My mind travels back to last night on the elevator. There’s no way anyone saw anything. We were packed like sardines.
“His lips on your neck and hands up your shirt ring a bell?”
“What?” I clutch the sheet to my chest tighter.
“Some paps got a video and you’ve been outed. They’ve already figured out who you are.”
I get up off the bed and grab my laptop. “OMG, Tedi!”
I put her on speaker and move out of my phone app to search Aiden’s social media because surely someone would comment on there or tag him in the video.
“You’re not the first,” Tedi says.
But I don’t find anything, which is odd. Plus, wouldn’t Aiden have figured that out already and called me? Then I realize who I’m dealing with.
“This is a joke. Tweetie saw and told you, didn’t he?”
“Yep. But it should make you more cautious, my dear.” She laughs manically. “But way to go on boning Aiden Drake. Finally! Now. Give me all the details.”