Page 11 of Loaded Laces (Eagles Hockey #3)

Eleven

West

I only get a glimpse of her face—and the flash of the heat and need and affection in her eyes has every cell in my body freezing.

But then her body is colliding with mine and I’m not seeing, not thinking, not trying to discern what all of that emotion means.

I’m feeling .

Her lush tits against my chest.

Her arms wrapping around me.

Her hands sliding up my back, diving into my hair.

Her lips hitting mine.

I groan, slip my arm around her waist and haul her against me, deepening the kiss—this first kiss she’s initiated since she’s been back in my life. Soft lips and lush tits. A moan vibrating along my tongue. Hips undulating against mine.

I kiss her with all the need that’s built up over the last decade, all the lonely nights, the empty beds, the missed moments, the struggle , and—no surprise—it quickly gets out of hand.

“Bedroom,” she rasps, tearing her lips from mine, her chest heaving.

Swollen lips. Pink cheeks. Needy eyes.

Yeah, definitely time for the bedroom.

I don’t delay, just bend slightly and scoop her up, cradling her against my chest as I hit the hall, climb the stairs, and move into my bedroom.

Settling her onto my mattress is a fucking dream, a fucking fantasy.

“Come here,” she whispers when I hesitate at the side of the bed.

“You sure?” I whisper back.

“West?”

I touch her cheek. “Yeah, baby?”

“I like you too,” she murmurs, referencing our conversation from the other day as she reaches for me, drawing me down over her. “ So much. And I like what we’re doing and…I want more.”

My heart rolls over in my chest.

“I want you.”

“Baby.” It’s gravel. It’s barely discernible.

“I want everything .”

“Belle .”

I know she gets it—how much that means to me, how much I want that, want her—because she smiles, lifts up onto her elbows and says, “All of which means that now you get to show me all the things you’ve learned over the last decade.”

I grin.

Then I take her up on that challenge.

I kiss her again, but this time I pair it with slipping my hand beneath her blouse, trailing it along soft skin, drawing it up. I pair it with dragging my mouth down her throat, undoing the buttons of her shirt, parting the material, exposing her to me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I groan.

Her mouth hitches up as I kiss my way toward her breasts. “I’m not sixteen anymore.”

I flick open the front clasp of her bra, bury my face in her tits. “You also didn’t have these a decade ago.”

Her breath catches and I don’t waste any more time talking.

I kiss my way over to one taut nipple, suck deeply, rolling the sensitive bud on my tongue, massage the lush tit that’s driven me crazy over the last two months. I listen to her moans, her shuddering breaths, the sexy movements of her hips and body to learn what she likes today.

It’s things she liked in the past?—

And it’s more.

My teeth on her skin, my fingers trailing over her flesh then flicking open the button on her slacks, dipping beneath the waistband, beneath her underwear, sliding into slick folds.

“Wet,” I growl, moving down her body, dragging off her pants, her underwear. “ Mine .”

Then I toss her legs over my shoulders and I get down to showing her all the skills I’ve acquired over the years. I fuck her with my tongue, with my fingers, suck and lick her clit. I find all the spots that make her moan and I slowly drive her up…

And then over the edge.

“West!” she cries out, her legs clenching around me, her hips bucking, her pussy clamping around my fingers.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Fuck, I want to taste her again.

But my dick is about to break in half.

So, this time I’m not slow or gentle as I wind her pleasure tighter and tighter, as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. She grinds her pussy against my mouth, her tits bouncing, her lungs working, her moans slowly driving me insane.

Only when she’s a hairsbreadth away from exploding do I reach for the nightstand, pull out a condom.

I’m rolling it down my dick a heartbeat later.

And then I’m kneeling between her legs, notching myself at her entrance, desperate to thrust deep. But I force myself to stop, to wait for her eyes to come to mine. “Still good, baby?”

Her cheeks are pink.

Her eyes are warm.

Her words are exactly what I’m desperate to hear.

“Come inside me, honey.”

I don’t hesitate. I thrust deep—and fuck, it’s perfection. It’s too fucking good, so good that I’m ready to explode on that first stroke.

Thankfully, she’s right there with me, meeting me thrust for thrust, nails biting into my skin, pussy convulsing around my cock. It would be embarrassingly fast if she wasn’t coming too, if she wasn’t calling out my name and falling apart.

But she is.

And so am I—my orgasm blasting through me, sending my strokes into jerky disarray as pleasure tears through my insides, sucking the strength through my limbs, sending me collapsing on top of her.

I barely have the presence of mind to roll to the side.

But I do, and I spend the next minutes trying to catch my breath and summon the strength to speak.

Only, before I can, her stomach rumbles.

“Shit,” she mutters. “I skipped lunch.”

Suddenly, I’m not tired. I have to feed my woman. Drawing her closer, I nuzzle at her throat. “Stay here, Bella bee. I’ll go grab us some food from the kitchen.”

Her face is soft, and she touches my cheek. “Thank you, honey.”

A nip to her throat. “It’s selfish, really.” I grin. “This way, I get to keep you naked.”

She giggles, and I shove out of bed, snagging my jeans and tugging them on.

Then I’m making my way into the kitchen, thanking my lucky stars that the soup is on simmer and my hard work isn’t ruined after the side trip to the bedroom.

And what a side trip it was.

Grin widening, I bend and scoop up her purse, shaking my head at the mess I made—keys and gum scattered, wallet half out, lipstick rolled beneath the toe kick of the cabinets, papers scattered.

I gather all her shit, stuff it inside, but when I make it to the papers…

I frown.

Because, although it takes me a second, I eventually realize the document in my hands is the paperwork for…

A lease on an apartment.