he has on the ice.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mikah
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She makes me feel too much. Too many good things. Something deeper than the love I have for hockey. The thought alone should make me terrified.
Hockey is all I’ve ever had.
But now I have more.
I have a son. I have a family made and built on my own from the love of a game we all adore, and I have a woman who constantly builds me up, looks at me like I can do this and sometimes, that emotion is overwhelming.
It’s currently overwhelming me, the heady need to strip her out of her cover-up and swimsuit again, to figure out how to get those straps off her and to return to her what she did to me earlier.
We kiss until the elevator stops at our floor and then we stumble out of it, my back hitting the wall before I change our positions, my hand on the wall above her head on the wall.
Thank goodness we’re the only two homes up here. As we kiss and stumble down the hall, we are making way too much noise.
“Paisley,” I grunt and fumble with the keys from my pocket and fumble even more to get my door unlocked. I have never been so clumsy with my hands before.
Once my door is unlocked, I pull back. I need to get my bearings and slow things down before my worries in the elevator come to fruition sooner than I could have ever imagined. My dick is impossibly hard, rubbing against her heat.
At least she has no worries of Mrs. Halderslug. There isn’t a single thought in my brain except for pleasing her.
And even then, I’m pretty certain ninety percent of my brain is in my dick.
“Inside. Now.”
She drags her lips off my throat, and I feel the loss of her straight in my balls. I can still feel her lips around my dick. Her mouth on me, taking every inch and deep in her throat.
Paisley winks at me, sashaying her sweet ass into my home and as soon as we’re both in, I lock the door. As soon as we’re alone, she turns to me.
Her blonde hair is wild, coming undone from the braid and the first thing I want to do is undo it completely, wrap it around my fist. Take her from behind. Watch her ride me.
So many things I want to do with her. To her.
She doesn’t give me a chance because her hands fall to the hem of the baggy dress thing she has on and she lifts it… stealing my breath and the remainder of my thoughts as she exposes her swimsuit again to me.
“Bed.” I bark it out. She’s reduced me to an animal. Incapable of politeness.
Winking again, she walks backward down the short hall, toward my room. Her fingers trail along the walls, arms out, and I watch every movement. I follow her, waiting for my moment to attack. I’ll let her think she’s in control. I’ll even allow her to have it for a bit, too.
She moves into my room and I’m right there with her, flipping on the lights despite it still being afternoon. I can see plenty, but there’s no way I’m missing a moment of this. I want to catalog and learn every curve of her. Every freckle.
Paisley stops at the end of the bed, knees to it and before she falls back, I shake my head.
“Stop.” I’m right here, curling my hand to her shoulder, running it down her arm. Goosebumps follow in my wake. Turning this woman on is thrilling.
My hand trembles as I settle it on her hip, my fingers slide under two of the straps there and my other hand goes to the side of her neck.
“This suit. It’s a maze I want to solve and tear to pieces at the same time.”
“Please don’t.” She laughs. “It was really expensive.”
“You’ll never wear it without me.” Apparently, I’m possessive. She laughs again, but I’m not joking. There’s a pool on the roof of the building’s sixth floor. There’s a whole outdoor park up there, and I don’t even want her wearing the suit there.
I meet her gaze, let her see how serious I am. Her laughter dies instantly.
“Mikah—”
“You’re stunning. So beautiful. Like a pink sunset. My favorites. I don’t want other men looking at you or admiring it.”
She shakes her head. If I’ve made her mad, we’ll fight about it later. But there will be people who discover she’s connected to me. They