Dirty Talker (Slayers Hockey #4) - Mira Lyn Kelly Page 0,34

Urgent.

I rock between her spread legs, coating my shaft with her need. Teasing her clit with the ridge of my cock and then dragging it back and forth through her folds until we’re slick, groaning, treading dangerously close to the line I never cross.

I won’t. I won’t.

Fuck—

I break away for the condom and then she’s pulling me back to her. Sucking on my tongue and moaning around mine. I press her knee up and open. Line up, so I’m right there. So close, I can feel the needy pulse of her body begging to take mine.

But I want the words.

“Tell me, Good Girl.”

Her breath is ragged, desperate. “Please.”

Please.

She’s killing me.

I push into her slippery, wet heat, clenching my jaw as she squeezes and hugs me. Pulls me deeper and gasps when she’s taken me as far as she can. Our eyes meet and hold, while I wait for her to adjust.

Another clingy grasp, and I start to move, slowly. Pulling back through that wet velvet grip, back, back, and then sliding in again, deep, deeper. She takes more of me this time, clenching around me when I bottom out.

And then we’re moving in time, straining together.

We’re all rolling hips and grasping hands, deep kisses, sweat-slicked limbs.

“You like that, Good Girl?” I ask, grinding deep and using my hips to stir inside her.

She nods, quick and desperate, her fingers gripping my shoulder and arm.

“You want more?” Shifting my weight to get a different angle, I give her a few shallow thrusts that hit another sweet spot. Watch as her mouth opens and closes in a silent plea.

She’s almost there.

“You want my cock so deep inside that sweet pussy you’ll feel me for days?”

The hard pulse of her body around mine gives me the answer even before she shudders out, “Y-yes.”

Getting closer.

I tease us both through another short thrust and then I give it to her.

Full length. Hard and deep. Burying myself so far inside I meet her throbbing little clit with my groin… and she comes apart for me, crying my name as her body grips mine like a fist, pulling me over the edge with her.

When we can breathe again, she turns to where I’m collapsed at her side. “You’ve got skills, Wade Grady.”

I grin, wiping my brow on the back of my arm. “You haven’t seen half of them yet.”

Chapter 13

Harlow

I wake to a low masculine growl that sounds like satisfaction and contentment all in one. Wade pulls me into his body, his breath warm and soft against my shoulder when everything else about him is spectacularly hard.

“You awake, Good Girl?”

“I am.” I smile, turning over in his arms so we’re facing one another. It’s morning and our one night is done. Still, I’m not quite ready to give up the connection and intimacy, and I snuggle closer. “We’re late for our run.”

Wade rolls his head back and forth against his pillow in what I’m taking to mean no. “Not leaving this bed until you kick me out.”

“That so?” Trailing my fingers over his shoulders and chest, I soak in the feel of him. A few more minutes won’t hurt anyone.

He catches my hand with his and holds it against his heart. It’s such a tender move. So sweet. So Wade. And for a minute I imagine being able to wake up like this together each morning.

It would never work, but it’s a nice thought. The kind vacations are made of.

“You okay about last night?” he asks, eyes holding steady with mine.

So much more than okay. “Last night was amazing. I usually don’t…” I can’t believe I’m considering even telling him this, but as evidenced by my actions last night, I trust him with things I’d never trust anyone else with. “Okay, I’ve never actually—when I’m alone I have, but even then—”

In my mind, it was so much easier to say the words. But trying to voice them, I can feel the heat burning through my cheeks.

Oh my God, why did I think I could tell him?

I start to turn away, but he catches my shoulder and gently guides me back so he’s leaning above me, those gorgeous blue eyes peering down into mine.

“Are you saying I’m the first guy who’s ever made you come?”

“I’ve only been with a few men, and no one serious. But it’s never been like that.” Never like my next breath depended on having just that much more of him. With the others, it had been more about waiting it out for them to