Page 29 of Blueline Baby

She bites her lip, turning pink, but she doesn’t cover up. She flips her hair back a little defiantly. “I knew what tonight was.”

I pull her toward me. “I want to see you in my name when I come so bad I can barely think straight. But not tonight.” I tip her chin up. “Tonight it’s just you with nothing in the way. We’ve got the rest of our lives for the jersey.”

I watch her eyes dilate as I say it. She doesn’t say a word. She just reaches up and kisses me like she feels it too.

I reach behind her back and work at the clasps with one hand. Then two. And absolutely nothing is happening.

“What,” I mutter against her mouth, “is going on with this bra.”

She giggles. “It’s a bra, Jack.”

“It’s not a bra, it’s Fort Knox.” I pull back just enough to look, like that’ll actually help. There are, I swear to God, multiple rows of tiny hooks. “Who built this? Why is it trying to keep me out?”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No. Absolutely not. I refuse to be outsmarted by lingerie.”

She reaches back, flicking her fingers once, and the whole thing instantly loosens and drops forward. I peel the straps down her arms and raise it triumphantly over my head.

“Success!”

“My hero.” She laughs.

“Two years of playing in the NHL and that is the single hardest thing I have ever done.”

I toss it somewhere. She’s still grinning up at me, no longer nervous. I have to just stop and breathe for a second. Everything about her laying on my bed is so stunningly gorgeous I can’t even believe this is real life.

I start to work my way down her body, taking my time, pressing kisses against her skin. I make my way down between her thighs, hovering over her pussy which I haven’t stopped dreaming about, and I finally press my mouth to her right over the thin lace of her panties. She jolts and grabs a fistful of the sheet.

“Christ, Chloe.” I can feel exactly how much she wants this straight through the thin fabric. “You’re soaked. This is all for me?”

She makes a tight noise. I feel her thighs tense up like she’s getting shy again, so I glance up. “You still want me to talk?”

She throws an arm over her face. “…Maybe.”

“That’s a yes.” I kiss the soft inside of her thigh. “Good. Because I have wanted to get my mouth on this pretty pussy for weeks, and I’ve got a lot to say about it.”

“Oh my God.”

“You asked.”

I hook my fingers in the lace, finally peel them down her legs, and toss them off to the side. I get both hands under her ass to lift her right up to my mouth. Then I quit teasing entirely.

I lick into her, groaning at the taste of her, working her with my tongue and my lips while she writhes and grabs fistfuls of my hair and my sheets and anything she can reach. I don’t let up, even when her thighs start shaking around my head. She’s gasping my name, grinding up against my face, and she comes so hard her whole body bows physically off the bed.

I kiss my way back up her body. I grab the condom off my nightstand and roll it on with shaky hands, pausing just to stare at her spread out on my bed. Her hair’s tangled across my pillow. Her cheeks are deeply flushed. She’s looking up at me like I’m the lucky one here.

“What?” she whispers.

“Nothing. I just—” I line myself up, dragging through how incredibly wet she is. She gasps, and her hips chase the friction. “None of the times I imagined this were as good as you actually being here.”

“You pictured this?”

“Chloe. Constantly. Are you sure?” I ask, because I have to.

“I’m sure.” She pushes my hair off my sweaty forehead and leaves her hand there. “Stop stalling and get inside me, Jack.”

I push into her, inch by slow inch. I feel her tense around me and I stop. I hold completely still, even though it might actually kill me, until she lets out a shaky breath.