Dirty Talker (Slayers Hockey #4) - Mira Lyn Kelly Page 0,32

hard.

God, he’s so big.

“Been telling myself to leave you alone,” he growls against my neck. “Been killing me.”

His mouth is everywhere, his hands the same. And I’m drunk on his kiss, drowning in it. There’s nothing but him and me and this burning need for more.

I can’t get enough.

Pressure coils tight in my center and my breasts ache for his touch. It’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted like this.

“Wade,” I gasp, my fingers burrowing deeper into his hair, pulling him closer, begging with my mouth and body for more. More of his tongue. More of his hands. More of that rough, masculine sound rumbling up from deep in his chest when my hips shift against his. Please, more of that.

“Need to touch you.” His hand’s beneath my skirt, fingers slipping higher.

Yes. “Touch me.”

“Feel how wet you are.”

My breath catches and my body quakes.

God, that mouth. So much wetter now.

No one, no one in my life has ever spoken to me like that. And if someone had asked me yesterday if I thought I’d like it, I would have told them no.

But the clenching twist deep inside, wringing liquid heat between my legs, tells me that would have been a lie.

I want to hear more. But I don’t know what to say. So instead, I speak with my body. My hand reaching for his, guiding it that last inch toward contact.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Eyes locked with mine, he drags the pads of his fingers over my panties. “Soaked.”

This is crazy. Reckless.

Incredible.

Heart racing, body thrumming, I try to check over my shoulder. Make sure we’re still alone. But the truck behind me blocks the view.

There’s no way for me to know if someone’s coming. We should stop, we should—

Whoa. “That’s— That’s—” My breath catches as Wade rubs another slow circle around my clit. “So good.”

“Trust me, Good Girl?” he asks, circling again and then petting me with the full length of those thick, long fingers. Teasing me. Making me clench and ache.

“I do.” Maybe it’s crazy, but it’s true.

“I said I wasn’t sharing you.” His eyes flick from mine to the bar in the distance. “No one can see.”

Thank God, because I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to think. I just want to stay in this moment with Wade driving me wild, the pleasure usually so hard to chase rushing closer with every second that passes.

And then he’s kissing me again, his tongue thrusting hard and deep as he teases beneath the silk of my panties. His rough fingers so good I gasp.

“You like that?” he murmurs against my lips. “Want more?”

“Yes.” I’m close, nodding desperately now.

Wade strokes through my slickness again, then, eyes locked with mine, he presses inside.

My eyes go wide, my breath catching on a fractured cry he cuts off with his kiss.

He works in and out, slow and steady. One finger becomes two as he dirty-talks against my lips. “So fucking good… so wet for me… feel you squeezing me…”

It’s never been like this.

“So tight…”

He’s stroking deeper, stretching me more.

“So sweet… making me crazy…”

Oh God. “Wade.”

His thumb presses firm. “Come for me, Good Girl…”

And that does it.

I’m done. Crying out into his mouth as the pleasure surges and breaks, crashing hard through my center again and again until I’m limp and breathless, clinging to the man who just changed my world.

Our eyes meet and I catch my breath enough to speak. “You are crazy fun.”

He laughs, pulling me into his chest as he opens my door. “In the truck, Harlow. I’m not done with you yet.”

Wade

The drive to the hotel is torture.

But getting back to our room and getting Harlow beneath me is mission-critical, so I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. And when she leans across the front and slides her hand up my thigh, I tell her that unless she wants me to pull over and fuck her against the steering wheel right here on Main Street, she’s gotta stop.

She doesn’t. And she makes a liar out of me too because as bad as I want to hear her coming apart for me again, I’ve maxed out my risk-taking today.

That business in the parking lot? Not my usual MO, but damn, I couldn’t stop. Not when we had the woods behind us and the truck blocking the view of anyone coming out of the bar. Not when she was giving me those sexy, needy sounds and pulling my hand between her legs.

The last half mile