Page 70 of Hot for the Hockey Player (The Single Moms of San Camanez: The Vino Vixens #2)

Filled with adrenaline, she continued to shake a little as I laid her down on my bed, the city lights outside my wall of windows casting her body into layers of shadows. It took nothing away from her beauty, and I savored this moment, imprinted it into my mind for the rest of my life.

I took my time undressing her. Pulling off her socks, then her slacks, and pressing kisses to the faint scars on the tops of her thighs from when she burned herself with the hot tea so many weeks ago.

That day felt like a lifetime away now, but the scars were still there.

A gentle reminder that this was all very new. Very real, but very new.

She removed her sweater, leaving her on the bed in just her practical, sexy, nude bra and panties. I lunged forward and pressed my nose to the “V” of her legs, inhaling deep.

She tried to squirm away, but I pinned her down, my hands on her hipbones. “No,” I said, leaving no room for argument.

Sitting back on my heels, I tore my sweater over my head and chucked it to the floor before crawling over her and taking her mouth again.

She looped her arms around my neck, pulling me down, encouraging me to rest my full weight on her.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, she rocked against me, moaning and raking her nails across my back.

“Can you hand over control?” I asked, nipping at an extra tender spot on her neck that made her hips leap up to meet mine.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I lifted up, away from her neck to meet her gaze. “I love you, Gabrielle.”

“I love you too.”

I quickly removed my jeans and boxers, sheathed myself with a condom, and covered her again. She was naked now, reaching for me. Her fingers gripped my hair, and she yanked my mouth down to hers, her kisses desperate, fervent, and wild.

I sucked on her tongue, then broke our lip lock. “Control, remember?”

Nodding, she licked her lips and let me flip her over to her belly.

Then I shoved a pillow beneath her hips to tip them up a little, before covering her again, smoothing my hands along her arms until I laced my fingers with hers.

The head of my cock knocked her entrance, but I didn’t thrust forward.

She let out a little whimper of need and ground her pussy against the pillow, starved for friction.

Scraping my teeth across her shoulders, I teased her with my cock, loving how needy she grew.

Unlacing our fingers, I skimmed my tongue down the length of her spine, feeling the ridges of her vertebrae and the little shiver that seemed to chase me.

I reached the top of her crease, but didn’t go any further.

My fingers delved between her legs to where she was sopping wet for me.

The moment I touched her clit with one finger, she gasped and ground down hard.

I removed my finger, eliciting a growl from the horny woman at my mercy.

Smiling, I hinged forward and gently bit her butt cheek, causing her to gasp, then groan and wiggle her hips in search of friction again. “Please,” she mewled.

My fingers returned to her pussy, and I pushed one, then a second, inside, pumping and curling slowly. She rocked her hips, encouraging me to thoroughly finger fuck her. I took a moment to appreciate the image in front of me.

Gabrielle Campbell, uptight, type-A, not overly affectionate, was on her belly fucking the bejesus out of my fingers and begging me for more.

I knew she was trying to give up control, but it didn’t come easily to her.

She was always so guarded, always so in charge of everything, especially her emotions.

“Please, what?” I murmured, continuing to pump my fingers.

“More. Everything. I … I need you inside me.” Her words escaped on sobs now as her ass cheeks clenched and relaxed with every lift and drop of her hips.

“You’re still trying to control.”

“I’m trying not to try,” she blurted out. “It’s not easy.”

Smiling, I angled my body forward again and pressed a kiss into each of the two dimples above her crease. “I know it’s not.”

“Maverick … please.”

“Spin around and suck my cock,” I said, pulling my fingers free and giving her ass a little slap to encourage her to move.

I removed the condom and gripped her by her silky hair, making a haphazard ponytail with it in my fist, then guided her mouth over my length.

Like a good girl, she took me deep. She let me control her, let me fuck her face and set the pace.

This seemed like an easier way for her to let go than before.

She lifted one hand and started to stroke me.

“No hand. Deeper.” I tugged her hair harder and made her bottom out.

She did so like a champ. My crown knocked her tonsils, and a rush of pleasure swam through me.

I wasn’t going to come like this, and I was already close. So I had her give me a couple more deep head bobs, before I yanked her off and flipped her back over. The electricity in her eyes and the smile on her face as I roughly manhandled her made my cock get even harder.

I put on a fresh condom, grabbed her hips, and brought her to all fours before finally sliding home.

She sighed in sweet relief and clenched around me tight, like she never wanted me to leave. I held onto her hips and started to move, sliding in and out with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts.

“Oh god,” she choked.

I was close again, but it seemed like she was too.

Resting on her forearms, she buried her face in the pillow as her spine bowed and her thighs began to shake.

I pulled out almost all the way, swirled the head of my cock around her entrance, then drove back home, slow and steady.

She detonated on impact, squeezing my cock in her vice-like pussy as her fingers gripped the sheets for dear life and every muscle in her back went rigid.

I couldn’t hang on any longer either. The sight of her, the smell, the sound of her release, all combined with the feel of having her back in my arms and being back inside her was too much.

I buried my cock inside her as deep as I could and gave in to the warmth in my belly, reveling in the burst of pleasure that spread through my torso.

She was just coming down from her climax when I started the descension from mine.

A wave of gooseflesh made her tremble, and I helped her down to her belly, then covered her with my body to keep her warm.

Sweeping her hair off her neck, I kissed her shoulder.

“So … are you like staying at a hotel or something? Because I don’t know if you should stay here. ”

Peeking through the veil of her hair at me, she shot me a mildly amused look. “It’s fine. I can go sleep in my car.”

Growling, I rolled off her, reached for her hand and tugged her off the bed. “Like hell you will, woman. I’m not finished with you. But first, a shower.”

I disposed of the condom, then yanked her under the warm spray of the rainfall in my big tile shower. “Laurel read her essay in front of the school and all the parents today,” she said, her arms looped around my neck as the water soaked our skin.

“Yeah? Pretty amazing, right?”

“She is.”

“I agree, but I actually meant you.”

She glanced away from me, still not used to taking a compliment.

I gripped her chin and made her face me. “Believe that essay. Believe your children. And believe me. You are an incredibly strong badass, Gabrielle Campbell, and I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

“I can’t wait to spend my life with you either.”

Then I kissed her, and spent the rest of the night making love to her, knowing deep down in my heart that despite the rocky road it took us to get here, life was going to be unbelievably wonderful journey from here on out.