Hunter’s startled gaze snaps to mine. Then he starts to laugh. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I forgot to tell you I love you. I wanted to say it the night you said it, but—”
“You weren’t ready, I get it.” His voice comes out husky.
“It wasn’t the right moment, given the circumstances. But I do love you.” I feel my cheeks heating up. I never thought I’d fall for Mr. Hockey, with his cocky dimpled smiles and strange sense of humor. But life is full of strange surprises. “I love you, Hunter Davenport.”
“I love you, Demi Davis.” He leans down to kiss me. Meanwhile, his warm palms slide underneath the back of my shirt to stroke my back—and then he squawks in horror. “Holy shit, you’re like a block of ice, baby. C’mere.”
I grin as he begins to expertly tug off my clothes. “If you’re trying to warm me up, you should be putting more clothes on me.”
“Nah, I should be putting me on you.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully and nudges me toward his bed. Then he lifts the corner of the comforter and we crawl underneath it, our naked bodies tangled together.
He slips one hand between my legs, probing, stroking gently. “How are you already so fucking wet?”
“That’s what happens when you’re around,” I mumble, and then my fingers find his dick. Big, thick, so warm.
Except he robs me of enjoyment, shoving my hand away with an outraged shout. “Oh my fucking God, Demi! Never touch my dick again.”
I let out a howl of laughter. “Hands are too cold?”
“Too cold is an understatement. Nope. Nope nope nope nope. You’re not allowed to touch me tonight.” Hunter pushes me onto my back, locks both my wrists with his left hand, and thrusts my arms over my head. “Don’t move,” he warns.
“Or what?”
“Or I won’t fuck you.”
I pout. “That’s mean.”
“No, what’s mean was that war crime you just committed against my penis.”
Gales of laughter shake my body. I love this guy. We have so much fun together, no matter the circumstances. We could be studying or sitting in a jail cell or lying naked in bed, and he’d never fail to crack me up.
His grip tightens on my wrists. “I’m warning you…”
“Oh fine. Go ahead and do your thing.”
Grinning, he lowers his head to kiss me, and I let him seduce me with his mouth, his tongue, his calloused fingertips. Eventually he releases me, but I keep my hands over my head, letting him have his way with me. His mouth is warm, wet, as it closes around my nipple. He sucks gently, swirls his tongue around that aching tip, and my hips move restlessly, seeking relief.
Hunter reaches between us, his knuckles grazing my clit before one long finger slides inside me. “Aw, fuck,” he groans. His hot mouth stays latched onto my breast as he starts fingering me. “Jesus motherfucking Christ, babe, I need to be inside you.” He’s grinding shamelessly against my bare leg, his dick leaving stripes of precome on my flesh.
I grumble impatiently when he leaves the bed to get a condom. “You should have done that first!” I scold.
He responds cheerfully. “Please don’t lecture me when I’m about to give you an orgasm.”
“Who says you’re going to give me an orgasm?”
He grips his dick and wags it at me. “This guy.”
Another laugh shudders through me, but it transforms into a throaty moan when Hunter climbs on top of me and enters my pussy in one smooth glide. He fills me completely, my body stretching to accommodate him, and I stroke the sinewy muscles of his back as he fucks me in slow, sweet strokes.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
“Love you too.” His hips retreat, then flex forward in a deep thrust that makes me see stars.
Pleasure forms a tight knot in my core and then slowly unravels, ribbons of heat traveling through my body. I’m not cold anymore. I’m on fire. Hunter’s body is a furnace. His tongue is hot and eager. His dick elicits the most incredible sensations inside, stoking my arousal.
When the orgasm reaches the surface, I cry out and cling to him. He swallows my moans with greedy, desperate kisses, and then grunts huskily as he gives in to his own release.
“I’m never gonna get tired of this,” he croaks. He rolls us over so that I’m lying on his warm chest.
“Good thing you never have to,” I tease, still shivering from the aftershocks of release.