Page 5 of Playoff (Toronto Blaze #4)

Time's a wasting

Alek

Maybe Toronto wouldn't be so bad. At least some parts of it.

I studied the woman riding up the elevator with me in the mirrored glass interior. The air between us simmered, but her gaze was flitting from the number display to the floor to my face. When she met my eyes, her cheeks flushed and she looked down.

"You can change your mind." I had no interest in an unwilling partner.

That brought her attention back to me. Her breathing quickened as she stared at me. "No. I want this."

“You’re not drunk, are you?”

“I already answered that. I’m feeling that bourbon, but I know what I’m doing.”

Thank fuck. Toronto was going to suck, no doubt about it. There were too many problems, too much history messing up my life. But tonight I had this woman, and enough chemistry to set the hotel on fire.

She was pretty, kind of sweet-looking which wasn't usually my thing. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, her clothing nice but not revealing. I'd been surprised to find her nursing a bourbon. She was a white wine girl if I'd ever seen one.

But something in those blue eyes had reached out to me. Something a little less good-girl than the rest of her. I'd have given fifty-fifty odds on whether she'd accept my invitation. But here we were.

The elevator doors slid apart and I led her to my room. I opened the door and flicked on the lights.

"Can I take your coat?" A quiet nod, and I pulled it from her shoulders. It was warm and functional, sensible. I hung it in the closet with my jacket, which was not the least bit practical in this climate. I turned back after closing the closet door. She stood still, not moving.

I ran a hand down her arm, partly to gauge her response, partly to indulge the urge to touch her. She shivered and looked up, meeting my gaze.

Her eyes were wide, pupils large. That same heat ignited between us. She caught a surprised breath, and I moved my hand to her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

She whimpered as our lips met, and then opened to me. I slanted my head, lined up our mouths, and immersed myself in the kiss. There was no hesitation, no pulling back. Her arms slid up my chest and wrapped around my neck, pressing against me.

Chemistry in spades. My blood was on fire and my cock was hard in no time. I slid my free hand to her ass, pulling her against me. She moaned, rubbing herself on me.

I wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, time losing all meaning as my arousal climbed.

Our tongues touched, tangled, retreated and advanced.

Her hands clenched around the back of my neck and I squeezed her ass, making her quiver.

Finally, I pulled back. Kissing was great but I wanted more.

I lifted her up to carry her to the bedroom, sealing my mouth to hers again.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, hands still locked around my neck.

It was a move that often impressed my hookups—side benefit of being an athlete.

I bumped into a table and my shoulder rapped hard against the bedroom doorway but neither of us broke the kiss. When we were finally at the bed, I twisted so I fell on my back on the mattress, her weight on top of me.

She lifted her head, breathing fast. She looked around the dark room, light spilling in from the seating area. "Smooth move there, Rob Thomas."

I laughed, which I didn't do often when I was this turned on. She had good taste in music. "You ain't seen nothing yet." I needed to see more of her, so I flipped us over and pushed myself off her body.

"Show off," she teased.

"Just trying to get to the naked part."

"Please do."

Whatever doubts she might have had, she'd shoved them aside now. She lifted her eyebrows, then sat up and pulled off her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with the Blaze logo on it.

I stiffened. Fuck, was she a puck bunny? Had she recognized me? I was already on thin ice after the illegal stick incident, and I didn't need naked photos of me posted online to piss off this organization before my first practice.

I kept my voice calm. "You a hockey fan?"

“What?” She looked down at the shirt. "Oh, this. Someone gave it to me." She stilled. "Are you a fan of the Blaze?"

I shook my head. Last season, the Blaze had clinched their playoff spot against LA, my team, and that had ended our chances of making the postseason. I was not a fan of the Blaze, but I'd have to work on that since I would be playing with them.

"Good. Hockey-free zone." She waited for my agreement.

"Absolutely." Like hell did I want to talk about how I'd fucked up with LA and now had to make nice with a new team.

She grinned and whipped off the shirt before she reached a hand behind her and unfastened her bra. All thoughts of hockey vanished as I raised my hands to hold her tits, thumbs brushing over the peaks. She shivered.

She started to undo her jeans, so I sat up and pulled off my T-shirt. She paused, eyes running over my chest, lingering on my tattoos. I smirked, showing off the muscles I worked hard for.

"Why are you stopping?" She shoved her jeans down over her ass while she spoke, exposing the most boring pair of underwear I had ever seen on a hookup. Hell, had I seen a pair this bland on anyone before?

I stared in disbelief. "Tell me you wear something sexier when you're going out on a date."

She followed my gaze, then shrugged. "Sorry if they offend you." She shoved them down her legs and kicked them off. "That better?"

I'd been a little worried when I saw those panties that there'd be no grooming done down there. But her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip, not a wild bush. In fact… I leaned in only to have one hand shove me back. What?

"Naked," she said. "Then you can check out the goods."

I laughed again and rolled onto my back, quickly getting rid of my own jeans and briefs. I turned to face her. She was staring at my cock. I wasn't bare, but I manscaped. "Does it meet your standards?"

She glanced up at my face. "The equipment looks good, but does it work?"

I grinned. "It works just fine."

"Everyone says that."

I knelt over her, legs bracketing hers. "I can back it up. You ready?"

She lifted her wrist and pretended to look at a watch. "Time's a wasting."

I’d never had anyone busting my balls during sex like this. It reassured me that she didn’t know who I was, and I enjoyed the way she was making this fun. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck, goose bumps lifting on her skin. I kissed my way across to the other side, then up to her ear.

I whispered. "I'm not rushing. But the time will definitely not be wasted."

I’d had my share of hookups, and I’d show her I knew what I was doing. I slid to the floor, hands on her hips to bring her with me. I rested her legs on my shoulders and checked her face to see if she was on board.

Her lips were reddened, her hair sticking up where my hands had gone through it, and her pupils were wide. But she lifted her chin, as if in challenge. “Tick tock.”

I grinned, lowering my face to her pussy.

I was right—the underwear might say senior citizen, but underneath the good stuff was in excellent condition.

I ran a finger through her crease, feeling the moisture coming from inside.

She could act as cool as she wanted, but she was aroused. Wet and dripping.

I needed to reward that kind of response. I lowered my head and licked. Her legs tensed on my shoulders. Smiling to myself, I went to work. I had yet to find anyone who didn’t like oral sex, and I enjoyed giving pleasure that way as well as receiving.

She whimpered and began to squirm, her head thrashing. She grew noisier and I increased my efforts, determined to make her come. Then I’d show her what the rest of my equipment could do.

I slid a finger inside her and pressed. She was vibrating now, her moans louder. Two fingers and some more suction on her clit, and there it was. She clamped down on my fingers and yelped.

I stayed while the aftershocks moved through her. Then I withdrew my fingers and looked up. Her face was flushed, sweat on her chest. Her nipples were rigid, and I’d missed paying them attention. I stood up, my cock fully erect. “I hope that was worth it.”

That reaction couldn’t be faked.

Her eyes sparked. “Some of your equipment is working, but I haven’t tested it all.”

A smile pulled my lips. “I’ll get a condom and make sure you’ve thoroughly checked everything out.”

She wiggled her way up the bed. “Come on, stud, show me what you’ve got.”

“You’re on.”

I grabbed a condom from my bag on the dresser where I’d tossed it earlier.

Once I was covered, I crawled after her.

She bit her lip, holding back a grin, and suddenly Toronto seemed like the best place to be.

I lowered my mouth to her neck, pressing a kiss to the spot where it joined her shoulders.

Bingo . She moaned and wound her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down.

I continued to kiss her neck as I positioned myself between her legs.

Her hands slid down to my ass, pulling me close.

“Move it!” she muttered.

With another grin, I did, sliding inside her in one long thrust. She panted, breath warm against me. “You okay?”

“Not as okay as I will be if you move .”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pulled out, reluctant to leave her tight heat, and then slammed back, extracting a moan. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I held on to control by a thread, slamming home again and again, hard enough to shove her up the bed.

She came again before I came myself, inside her, the aftershocks of her orgasm enhancing mine. I pulled out and collapsed on the bed, sated, relaxed, and wanting to do it again.

Yeah, Toronto might not be completely horrible.