Page 48 of Slapshot Bride

I exhale, and her face falls. She looks away, her hair covering her face, but I don’t let her regret it for long.

My fingers find her chin and tip it up. “I can’t deny you, baby. But I need to be upfront with you, if this happens, it won’t be the last. I wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore… is that what you want?”

A sinister smile crosses her face.

She leans closer and grinds her hips against me.

“Is this what you’re talking about?” Her lips inch closer to mine, her warm breath fanning my nose. “Do I make you lose control?”

She drags her hips forward, and I feel the wet patch in her core.

“Fuck, baby…”

She tries to move away but it’s too late. My hands grab her hips, holding her firmly in place and my lips find her mouth.

The kiss is searing.

Riley gasps into my mouth, and just like the last time, her hands find my shoulders, gripping tightly.

There’s nothing I want more than to take her, right here, but I’m not going to be that man. She’s asked, so I’ll let her take the lead, while holding back.

Her mouth opens, and she slips her tongue in. A groan follows.

Her hands move from my shoulders to my jaw to the back of my neck, and she pulls me into her. The small sound she made yesterday, happens again, only it isn't small now, it's hungry, a sound that says yes, don’t stop.

Her hands tangle in my hair, and mine slip under her t-shirt to find her warm skin there.

She shudders against me, and moans into my mouth. My hands travel up, brushing against the underside of her breast.

I pull back.

A cry of protest follows, and her fingers tug on my hair.

“Easton, please…”

“Tell me you really want this, baby…”

She frantically nods.

“If this isn't what you want, if at any point you change your mind, you tell me. Out loud. You say stop and we stop. Are we clear?”

Again, she nods.

I cup her cheek with one hand, my thumb tracing her parted lips, swollen from the kiss.

“Use your words, Riley.”

“I will… I’ll say the words.” Her hand is on the back of my neck. Her thumb is at my jaw. “Please. Stop asking me if I'm sure, and kiss me.”

I don’t need any more encouragement.

I kiss her.

Hard.

Hands in her hair, pulling her close and holding her in place, and when my lips move, they trace a wet trail down her neck to her bare shoulder, my teeth grazing the smooth creamy skin.

She throws her head back, exposing her neck. My palm skates over her back, sliding underneath the top. I decide I want to see all of her, trembling under me with need.