Page 70 of Hockey Halloween
Tristan
We kiss.
Her nails dig into my neck and her breasts crush against my body. We clamor wildly, hands greedy. It’s a beautiful contrast to the soft lips that welcome me. Our tongues tangle without restraint.
I am kissing Ligaya Torres, and she’s kissing me back.
If you told me this morning that she would let me touch her, never mind kiss her, I’d call you a liar.
Now? I can’t imagine not kissing her.
I get a handful of her ass and yank her up so her legs wrap around my waist. She presses against my arousal.
Grinding our hips to the rhythm of our kiss, I lose my mind a little.
Pinning her against the wall with my groin while tasting the smooth column of her neck, I have to hold back before going too far.
In response to me pulling away, Ligaya’s hips tilt to seek more friction.
“Greedy girl,” I say admiringly. “I like it.”
“I don’t care what you like,” she says before giving my lower lip a nip with her teeth. It’s playful and sexy and I want her to do it again.
“Should I stop?” I ask shakily, her silky soft lips brushing against mine. She’ll have to say it outright, because I definitely want to keep going.
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses.
My thumb rubs over a pebbled nipple as I suck on her bottom lip.
She’s managed to remove her glasses. No idea where they ended up, but the effect is that her deep, brown eyes fill my vision. They are glazed and unfocused, lashes fluttering.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I state accusingly before diving in for another kiss. Deeper, hungrier, harder. She kisses me with equal passion, tugging my shirt’s hem so she can slip under to touch my skin.
I’m about to rip my shirt off when the doorknob rattles.
We freeze.
Someone shoves the door hard. It doesn’t budge. Ligaya pushes me away like I’m highly flammable.
“Occupied!” she calls breathlessly to the people outside.
“Why is it locked?” a whiny voice demands.
Ligaya rolls her eyes as if she already knows who it is. I adjust my wrinkled, untucked shirt. Ligaya finds her glasses and puts them on. Her hair has fallen over her shoulders, and I can’t help but touch the ends. My gesture rattles her. She’s even prettier when she’s flustered.
“I got locked in,” she yells at the door.
“Since when?”
Ligaya puts her finger against her lips to keep me from answering. I’m tucked against the wall while she yells instructions.
“There’s a button underneath the handle. Press it to release the lock.”
We hear a click. Ligaya looks at me apologetically before stepping out and closing the door behind her. Did she just lock me back in by myself?
“You were going to sneak in here instead of going to class, weren’t you,” she accuses sternly.
“Drama is life, Ms. Torres.”
“Not at the moment. Go back to class. I need to organize the sets. They got shuffled at the last rehearsal,” she instructs in a confident voice. “I’ll let you in when drama club officially starts.”
The commanding edge to her voice is freaking hot.
Sexy teacher kink unlocked.
“Remember, detention means you’ll miss rehearsal,” she threatens with the authority of a tiny-but-mighty dictator.
After a minute, the door flies open. Ligaya reaches in to haul me out to the bright hallway.
“You need to go.” Her mouth is puffy, nearly bruised looking from our kisses. I’m tempted to carry her into the room to finish what we started.
“When are we grabbing a drink?” I ask.
She gives me a look like I told her to do somersaults shirtless. The thought drags my eyes down to her breasts, which I would very much like to see shirtless. Somersaults optional.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, Ligaya. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Tristan Thorne getting another notch on his proverbial bed post? No, thank you. I’m not that easy.”
She turns away, walks briskly, then peeks over her shoulder to check if I’m still where she left me.
I wink, not bothering to correct the “proverbial bed post” comment although it’s the farthest thing from accurate. The fuckboy reputation sticks to many single hockey players, whether it’s deserved or not.
More importantly, I never once associated Ligaya with “easy.”
She’s my Terror after all.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.