Page 10 of Love Me (Charlotte Monarchs Hockey #1)

Not completely sure how I feel about the idea, I try to imagine what his mouth would feel like on me.

I remember how it felt when he’d sucked on my nipple.

Even now, thinking about those same sensations in my most sensitive place has me breathless.

I brush away the thought and squeak out my fears. “Doesn’t it taste bad?”

This time, he shakes his head. “Not in the slightest. I love the way it tastes. I want to feel your thighs tighten around my head when you come against my mouth.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

I take a deep breath, releasing my fears with the exhale. “Okay. Let’s try it.”

He lowers his head again, leaving me spread open.

When he leans forward, I close my eyes. His tongue slides along my most intimate parts.

My entire mind blanks from the flood of sensations.

Instinct has me pressing my thighs closed, but Luke holds them open, gripping my knees as closes his mouth around my clit. My hips buck involuntarily.

It doesn’t bother him. On the contrary, he places an arm across my stomach, holding me down from throwing him off. The restraint makes the sensations much more intense. When he finally comes up for air, there’s a mischievous smile on his face. “Does that mean you like it?”

“Yes, so much, yes. Stop talking. But don’t stop.”

He raises an eyebrow, but when he opens his mouth to say something, I reach down, grab the back of his head, and pull him closer.

He laughs but does as I command. It doesn’t take long for me to reach ultimate bliss.

I’m floating on a wave of pleasure, barely remembering to breathe when he slides his finger inside of me.

A moment later, he pushes a second in. He rubs against a place inside of me that sends shivers through my body until all I can do is writhe against his bed.

No one has ever touched me in that spot before.

I would have remembered the pleasure. When he closes his lips around my clit again, rubbing his fingertips against that little spot, everything comes undone.

My thighs slam against his ears as my hips move wildly. My moans turn into uninhibited screams.

“Luke! Oh my god! Luke!”

Luke laughs gruffly as he continues to thrust his fingers into me. “That’s it, Bree, show me how much you love that.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says as he pulls his face away. Tremors of pleasure pulse through me. As I catch my breath, he leans over and reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand next to his bed to retrieve a condom.

I rise to my knees and pluck the foil square out of his hand. Then I push him back so he’s flat on the bed. There’s zero doubt he’s ready for me, so I climb onto him, placing a knee on either side of his hips as I rip the package open with my teeth.

“Fuck me, Bree,” Luke whispers. He inhales sharply as I slide the condom on him.

I run my tongue over my bottom lip and place my thumb in his mouth.

He immediately begins sucking it without breaking the eye contact, which drives me wild.

He lifts his hips, letting the tip of his cock slide into me before lowering himself to the bed.

A shiver runs down my spine at the delicious teasing. I need all of him.

Without wasting more time, I lower myself onto him with one swift motion. We both groan as my body adjusts to his fullness. He places his hands on my hips while still allowing me to control the motion.

Sex with someone new has the potential to be weird. I’ve had those tense and fumbling times, almost as if it were the very first time again.

But that’s not what being with Luke feels like. Fucking him is the mash-up of all the best parts of every experience I’ve had. He’s rough enough to be fun but gentle enough that I know he cares about what I’m getting out of it. And Luke likes a little dirty talk, which I’m totally down with.

After a moment for my body to adjust to his, I place my hands on his chest for stability. Once I find a steady rhythm to ride him, the sensations become so intense, I know I won’t last long. Each thrust carries me closer. He reaches up and rubs my nipples with his thumbs.

I rake a hand through my hair, holding the tresses at the top of my head to keep them out of my eyes. I want to see Luke enjoying my pleasure.

When his thumb circles my clit, the combined sensations are too much. I cry out as the intensity of my second orgasm slams into me. Luke shouts and reaches out, pulling me onto his chest. He holds me in place as his hips jerk.

I’m still too deep in my orgasm to process words, but I understand the tender way his fingers slide along my skin as he cradles me against him.

After a few moments of post-coital cuddling, he rolls me onto my side, holding the condom on his dick as he pulls out of me slowly.

“Be right back,” he says before rushing to the bathroom.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. “Holy shit,” I mutter.

That was fabulous. Absolutely fabulous. Before I can think of anything else, Luke is back.

“Here.” He sits next to me on the bed and wipes between my legs with a warm, damp, washcloth.

“Thanks,” I say, trying not to sound too surprised.

I’ve never had a guy wipe me off before. Everyone I’ve been with has always handed me a shirt—or dirty-ass boxers— afterward and made me do it myself. I never thought anything of it before. It’s sweet that Luke brought back a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up.

He tosses the towel onto the floor and lies down next to me, pulling me into his chest again. Being molded against every curve of his body is comforting and relaxing. It’s the closest I ever get to being completely vulnerable around someone.

His fingers trail up and down my back, tickling me softly. There’s no way Luke could know it’s one of my favorite sensations, but it creates a sense of familiarity as if we’ve been lying together like this for years.

Sex took my thoughts off the pills in Luke’s drawer for a moment, but now that it’s over, my curious mind wanders straight back to the Lortab. “Do you have some kind of injury?” I ask cautiously. Being brash would just freak him out or make him defensive.

His hand moves to the back of his neck immediately as if it’s a reflex. “Actually, I do. How did you know?”

I close my eyes and shake my head against his chest, silently cursing myself for even bringing it up. But I want to know and can’t stop now. “When I got the toothpaste, I saw a bottle of Lortab. That stuff is pretty hardcore, so I wondered if you were in pain or something.”

His body stiffens under me. It’s slight but noticeable. “I had surgery on my neck about a year ago. I don’t even know why those are still in there.”

Luke takes a deep breath, which makes my head rise and wobble. I lift myself up and look at him. He’s not looking at me, though. He’s gazing straight ahead at the three-quarter wall that separates his bedroom from the living room area.

“I’m sorry, Luke,” I say quickly. “I had no right to say anything to you. I?—”

His eyes cut to mine, but there’s sadness in them, and I immediately think he’s going to shut down. That’s what I would do with a random guy who snooped through my drawers.

“Addiction runs in my family,” he says absently.

“I didn’t even want to fuck with those pills in the first place, but I needed them.

Then I ended up being on them longer than I thought I’d have to be.

” Luke lifts his free hand and rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Jesus, why the hell am I telling you this?” He drops his hand and shimmies a bit to sit up with his back against his pillows.

Addiction to painkillers like Lortab can happen to anyone, so that’s not the part that shocks me.

I’m surprised he’s sharing something so personal right now.

I should probably stop him and take my leave, but he obviously needs to talk, so I keep my mouth shut, hoping he’ll continue.

I shift with him, pulling the comforter up to cover myself, and nestle in next to him again.

Luke starts again. “My doctor had to help me wean myself off those pills. Slowly and safely.”

“That’s good.” I nod, encouraging him. Thank goodness he did it that way. I can’t imagine what kind of withdrawals he would have gone through if he’d stopped cold turkey. Those pills are a complete mind fuck.

“I was scared when I couldn’t do it myself, ya know?” Luke pauses. “I thought it meant I would have issues.”

My heart hurts for him. I understand how a career-focused man may fear being taken down by a highly addictive substance. Prescription drugs have been the downfall of many strong people.

“I smoked some pot after my surgery, thinking it would help and I wouldn’t have to take that harder shit. I’d never touched anything else because I’ve always been hyperaware of it, ya know? I have an addictive personality. I’m addicted to hockey. Addicted to adrenaline. Addicted to—” He stops.

“What?” I ask.

“Sex.”

I recoil. “Hookers and?—”

“No!” Luke shakes his head, nostrils flaring. “When I’m with someone I’m insatiable.”

“Oh. Okay.” My shoulders relax.

Now is my chance to change the subject. There’s no reason to go deeper into the conversation. I asked why he had Lortab; he told me. Done. Getting personal takes away from the fun of a fling. And I want to have fun with Luke at least one more time before I leave his condo.

“Ready for another round?” I ask.

“You’re amazing,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “But I need to eat and recharge first. You hungry?”

I pause. If he’s open to recharging and going at it again, I’m sex-starved enough to stick around for it.

“I could eat,” I answer, scrambling out of bed.

Luke stands up, then bends over and grabs a pair of boxers and a T-shirt from the floor and tosses them to me. “These should work.”

After catching them, I hold the clothes in front of my chest. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”