The Sweet Talker (Boston Hawks Hockey #1) - Gina Azzi Page 0,49

over mine, pleading and tortured. “What are you doing to me, Indy?” His voice is strangled and I frown, wanting to ask what he means, wanting to understand what he’s asking. But before I can form a word, his lips find mine. He kisses me hard, with a torrent of unspoken emotions. I moan, arching into him as he presses into me.

His touch is hot against my skin and suddenly, it’s like I can’t get enough of him. A frenzy works in my blood, blocking out rational thought. My hands track his biceps, his rib cage, his hard pecs as they press into my palms. His tongue swirls down the column of my neck, his fingers making quick work of the buttons down my blouse.

When his mouth latches onto my nipple, the hot air of his breath trapped between my skin and the cup of my bra, I groan. There’s nothing remarkable about this moment except that it feels like more than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s sexier, headier, and so much needier. Desire pools between my legs as Noah unclasps my bra and my breasts spill into his waiting hand and mouth.

He wastes no time teasing me, working my body in tiny increments that have my legs winding around his waist.

I reach for him, deftly unzipping his jeans.

“Jesus,” Noah swears, kicking off his pants and pulling my leggings and underwear down in one swift tug. “Need you, baby. Fuck.”

I gaze up at him, noting the rise and fall of his chest, the wild gleam in his eyes, the veins that pop along his strong forearms.

“Want you, Noah,” I manage to say before he pushes into me. We both cry out and he stills, letting me adjust to him.

He gathers me to his chest, pressing kisses into my hair. “You okay?”

“Move, Noah. Please,” I practically beg him.

He chuckles but it comes out as a groan as he begins to pull back and press into me.

Fuck, I see stars. Because the sensations flowing through my body aren’t just physical, there’s an emotional aspect I’ve never shared with Noah before. Each time we hook up, it’s a little bit more intense, but tonight, it’s a whole new level of passion. It colors the air around us, makes the space between us vibrate, and travels through my limbs like a live wire.

“So fucking good, Indy,” Noah mutters, working a faster pace. He flips us so I’m sitting on top, straddling him. My palms smack the center of his chest as I begin to move and he swears loudly, throwing his head back.

Jesus, he’s divine. One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen and the fact that I can do this to him is like a drug. It hits me like a shot of adrenaline, helping me find my rhythm. My one hand strays from his body and caresses my own, tweaking my nipple as Noah’s eyes widen.

“That’s it, Indy. Feel me, baby,” he demands, guiding himself up, meeting me thrust for thrust.

But I’m too far gone to process his words. Too into this moment, into him, to understand anything other than the delicious sensations rocking through me. My desire heightens in increments that has my abdomen clenching and my thighs shaking. Noah moves forward, his hands finding my waist and guiding me up and down, up and down. Faster.

“So gorgeous, baby.”

I cry out, biting my bottom lip. My hands curls around his shoulders, my nails piercing his skin. “Noah.”

“Come for me, Indy. Please baby, let me see you break apart.” His voice is guttural, desperate. It’s my undoing.

I shatter. I break into a million tiny pieces that feel like sunshine and rain and perfection. As I ride the wave of bliss, Noah rolls me underneath him and thrusts into me at a frantic pace until he falls over the edge, calling out my name, and collapses on top of me.

We breathe in each other’s breaths, both of us panting. My body feels like a puddle, my mind whipping with too many thoughts to process. But my heart, oh my heart, is straight up galloping and skipping beats.

Noah lets out a shaky exhale and slides out of me, rolling onto his back beside me.

For several moments, only the sounds of our breathing and our ricocheting thoughts fill the room.

Then, I feel Noah’s hand slip over mine. “Indy?”

I turn my head a tiny bit to study his profile. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

I nod, trying to find words to describe how I am. Because I’m better than