The Sweet Talker (Boston Hawks Hockey #1) - Gina Azzi Page 0,33

squeezing and kneading as I drop even lower on his lap. Slanting my head, I deepen our connection and let out a mewl as I feel him harden beneath me. I grind against him, the friction of my jeans against his length causing desire to pool between my legs.

“Jesus,” Noah breathes, ripping his mouth from mine and kissing the underside of my jaw. His hand slips underneath my shirt and works it up, until it’s bunched over my bra and my breasts are in his line of vision. He wastes no time.

“Noah,” I breathe out, cupping the back of his head as he yanks the cup of my bra down and fastens his mouth around my nipple. My eyes close as sensations rock through me. Noah’s mouth is hot on my skin, his one hand buried in my hair, his other teasing between my thighs. I groan, knowing I should be embarrassed, but too far past caring.

I’m nearly twenty-eight years old and here I am, writhing against this man, still fully clothed, and too goddamn desperate for his touch to rein it in. Noah’s mouth streaks across my chest as he latches onto my other breast. I’m grinding against him as hard as I can, swearing at the denim prohibiting our contact.

Noah bites down gently and I cry out before he flips me onto the couch. My back hits the cushions and he hovers over me, his eyes wild. “Need you, Indy.” He grabs at his shirt behind his neck and tugs it off. It falls to the floor and for a second, I wonder how he always manages to do that so gracefully. But then he’s popping the button on my jeans and I’m pulling my shirt over my head.

In a matter of minutes, we’re naked and panting, staring at each other like we can’t believe how quickly we got to this point. My eyes zero in on his hard cock and I lick my lips, reaching out to wrap my hand around the base. Noah swears, his eyes dropping to half-mast. I stroke him gently, liking the silky feel of him against my palm. His eyes devour my body like a feast, his fingers caressing my skin.

“Give me a minute, babe.” Noah brushes a kiss across my mouth. “Need to run and grab a condom.”

The thought of him leaving in this moment, even for an instant, fills me with impatience. Need pools in my core, my body so freaking tight, I could snap. Still, I nod. Because there’s no way to ruin casual faster than not using a condom. Noah swears and slides off of me, taking the stairs two at a time. I giggle as I watch his naked ass disappear and reappear three seconds later, a box of condoms in hand.

“Feeling pretty confident?” I tease.

Noah chuckles, grabbing a foil packet from the box and dropping it next to the couch. “Don’t know what it is about you, Indy, but I bet we could burn through the entire box.” He sheaths himself and shoots me a playful look. “It’d be all you though.”

“Obviously.” I grin.

Noah resettles over me and gives me one long look that I can’t decipher. Then, his mouth finds mine again and my laughter turns into a whimper. A needy, desperate whimper. I reach for him again, picking up where we left off.

His eyes close, his cock twitching under my touch. His abdomen tightens, his shoulders roll, and I tug him closer, desperate to feel his weight over me, taste his skin, get lost in his touch. He forces his eyes open and they pierce mine.

I hook my leg behind his knee until he falls forward, careful to brace his weight without crushing my body. “Fuck,” he murmurs, kissing me hard.

In an instant, everything shifts. The slow and playful morphs into desperate and hot. The soft rages into hard. I feel Noah’s hands everywhere, his mouth pouring need into mine.

“Look at me, Indy,” he demands, his tone ragged.

I force my eyes open and take in his expression. His mouth is parted, his breathing labored. His eyes are black, more intense than I’ve ever seen them. He doesn’t blink as he presses into me and I cry out, arching into him.

Noah gathers me to his chest and stills for one beat before pulling back. He works a rhythm that has me seeing stars, my body burning hot and cold. His fingertips dragging against my skin feels like a live wire and his breath in my