Page 26 of No Shot (The Toronto Tundra #2)

Penn

After we step out of the elevator, Bri pauses when we pass my door.

“ Thanks for the ride.” She gives some strange half-wave, like she couldn ’ t decide if even that gesture was too friendly.

“ Where you going?” I ask, grabbing the hand she was so quick to drop. She stares at where we ’ re connected for way too long, her eyebrows pulling together.

“ Home,” she replies, pulling her arm back.

“ I ’ m leaving for a week. Eastern US road-trip.”

“ Safe travels.” Her voice is as unbothered as anything. Safe travels? That ’ s all I get?

“ If I text you this week, are you going to ignore me?” She guffaws, planting her hand on her hip just how I like it. “ Do you want me to beg you for a text-back?”

“ Actually, I think I might.” Shocker. I ’ ll take the obvious answer for one hundred, Alex.

“‘ Course you would.” I shake my head before dropping one knee to the ground, then the other. After tonight ’ s game, it ’ s a feat, trust me. Hopefully, she ’ ll appreciate my body ’ s sacrifice.

She didn ’ t think I ’ d do it, that much is clear by the way her eyes widen in shock as I grovel in front of her.

“Soup? Will you please, please, please… please… please text me while I ’ m gone? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” I finish it off with my patented flashy smile. Never in my life have I grovelled for a girl.

She taps her chin, deep in thought, making me wait as I stay on my knees on this uncomfortable hallway carpet. “ No.” Her tone is cold, but she ’ s fighting back a smile.

I stand again, levelling her with a warning look.

She makes a big show of letting out an exaggerated sigh. “ Fine, maybe. Happy now?” she asks, putting too much effort into sounding irritated. I know when she ’ s actually annoyed at this point. This? This is nothing more than a fun little bit to her.

It ’ s my favorite bit.

I tug her closer, until our faces are mere inches apart.

I like getting in her space. She plays cool most of the time, but when we ’ re close like this, you can see the moment she gets a little flustered.

She ’ s so composed all the time, quick to hide when she gets caught off-guard, but I like that I ’ m the one who gets to see that side of her.

“ Are you gonna miss me?” I keep my voice low, focusing on the way her eyes start to dilate.

“ As if.” She rolls her eyes but doesn ’ t pull away. The way my heart beats faster when she does that… not normal, that much I ’ m aware. But I don ’ t care. Her sass gets me going.

I hook my thumbs through her belt loops and tug her closer.

“ Spend the night with me.” My breath is close enough to mix with hers, an intoxicating combo.

Come on, Soup .

She doesn ’ t budge, staying anchored in place but close enough for me to hear the beating of her heart.

“ Please?” I ask again, savoring the way her eyes track my every move.

Her eyes flicker with a sense of uncertainty. I ’ m pleading at this point, but I don ’ t care. I want, no, need this time with her.

My hand cups her jaw, my thumb brushing lightly over her cheek.

Her breath hitches, and for a moment, neither of us moves.

This feeling, the constant draw to her, it ’ s addicting.

I lean in, closing my eyes. The seconds feel like minutes as I wait. I ’ ve put it all out there at this point. She ’ s got the power now.

When her lips connect with mine, my mind freezes.

There ’ s not a thought apart from how perfectly she fits—how soft her lips feel against mine, how warm her skin is—like she was meant to be here, exactly like this.

Each brush of her mouth sends a spark through me.

Her lips move against mine—soft, sure—each touch igniting something deeper.

The world fades, like nothing exists beyond this, the gentle press of her body against mine.

I struggle to stay composed as she drags her hand up my thigh, blood pounding in my ears.

When she reaches my hardening cock, she grips it firmly.

My last string of patience snaps, and my other hand flies to her face.

Our peaceful kiss has turned into a passion frenzy as we stumble to my door.

My tongue presses into hers, her fingers suddenly in my hair, tugging hard.

I frantically search for my key, buried somewhere deep within my pocket.

When she sucks my bottom lip into hers, I groan, fumbling my keycard against the lock.

Thank fuck it flashes green and I pull her toward my room.

Before I even have a chance to close the door, her shirt is off, and she ’ s glued to me again.

Works for me. My dick aches as she brushes against it every time she moves closer for another kiss.

“ Take your clothes off.” Her voice is as certain as it always is, and I obey her request, starting on my belt. In tandem, she gets to work on my dress shirt. Her tiny hands make quick work of the buttons, and she rips the fabric away from my torso right as I let my pants drop to the floor.

She ’ s razor-sharp, eyes locked on her goal, her hands slowly dragging down my abs, the tips of her nails scraping in the most addicting way.

She ’ s in control. That much is clear, but there ’ s something intriguing about seeing her so in her element. I like experiencing this side of her— temporarily, of course —because there is nothing hotter than seeing her whimper and beg, coming apart at my command.

God, anywhere her fingers land, I feel it like a shock—my pulse hammering, restraint thinning. As she moves closer to my boxers, she lowers herself to her knees and I struggle to suck in a breath. Her moves are precise, confident, practiced, and it ’ s making me fucking feral.

It ’ s her round eyes, though, staring up at me, so innocent and playful, that knock me off my feet.

“ Bri…” I warn. She frees my cock and starts rubbing at a lazy, torturous pace. I throw my head back, staring at the ceiling.

Her tongue teases the tip of my pulsing cock, her hands expertly twisting around the base, and I feel like I ’ ve entered an alternate universe. Somehow in this new world, my hot and lippy neighbor is on her knees in front of me, about to suck me off like I ’ ve dreamed for weeks.

“ What?” she asks, slowly batting those dark lashes, acting like those pretty pink lips aren ’ t inches away from dick. This wasn ’ t the plan. I was going to focus on her. But I ’ m a weak, weak man, and I don ’ t stand a chance against this fucking enchantress.

She takes me into her hot mouth, and I hiss out a sigh, rubbing my hand down my face to stay centered.

I watch as she takes me deeper, feeling the resistance as I hit the back of her throat.

Even now, she ’ s perfectly poised, sitting nicely on her knees, back straight, hair tame.

It ’ s a mindfuck considering the sloppy way her mouth works to get me over the edge.

The way she grinds her hips trying to find friction between her legs, or the hums that come when she takes me deep enough to gag.

I feel the tug in my core starting to build, and it sobers me. I pull myself out of her mouth, and she fucking pouts at me. I ’ m not a very controlled man, but any restraint that I was exercising snaps.

I grab her chin, lifting it to face me. “ You like being a dirty girl, don ’ t you?” She nods, and my pulse spikes higher than it ever has. “ Take those jeans off before I do it for you.”

Last time, she gave me more resistance, trying to fight for dominance, but this time, she follows my order. She stands and turns, dragging her jeans over her hips to reveal yet another matching set. Her burgundy bra complemented by lace, cheeky panties.

She ’ s my wet dream come to life. Her clothes are never overtly revealing, but just knowing there ’ s always something sexy underneath them works overtime in my mind.

The thought that I ’ m the only one who knows what ’ s hiding beneath her cardigans and sweaters?

Fucking erotic. I drag a calloused finger up the center of her back, musing on seeing the explosion of goosebumps following my path.

Her quiet breaths are erratic, but she stays facing away from me, letting the anticipation build.

“ I like this set,” I say, grabbing a handful of her asscheeks. She gasps at the sudden increase in contact.

“ Me too,” her breathy reply is closer to a whisper.

“ You wore this and weren ’ t even going to show me?”

“ It ’ s not for you. I dress like this for me.”

“ Do you know how hot it is knowing that every time I see you, you ’ re wearing something like this?”

I drag my hands up her arms, still standing behind her petite frame. She ’ s never dressed like most girls I ’ m used to—but somehow, that makes her even more irresistible.

“ How distracting it is that I ’ m the only one who knows?” I trace over the cups of her bra, feeling her peaked nipples through the fabric.

“ Other people know,” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder. It lands like a punch to the gut, a jealous roar pulsing through my body. She really shouldn ’ t have said that. I pounce on the exposed skin of her neck, pulling her hair out of the way.

“ Are you trying to make me jealous?” I ask, my lips brushing against her pulse point. “‘ Cus it ’ s fucking working.” I bite down hard enough to leave a mark and her ass backs into my erection. Her hands reach behind her, wrapping her arm around my neck to keep me close.

“ No,” I say firmly, pulling back, not giving her the satisfaction of rubbing against me. I swat her ass. “ I ’ m not done playing with you.”

Little troublemaker isn ’ t listening. In a second, she ’ s back, grinding again against my cock. She whimpers when I allow myself a second to press into her body. She ’ s driving me insane.

“ Please?” It ’ s phrased like a question, but the fact that she knows how to get what she wants now has me snapping.

“ Fuck, I can ’ t resist you,” I say mostly to myself, angry at how easily I played into her hands. It ’ s true, though. I dip my hand into her panties, feeling the warmth pooling. “ You ’ re drenched.”