Page 59 of Never Bet Against A Hockey Player

I kicked off my shoes and straddled his lap. I loved that he wanted me even when I was dressed in hoodies and workout gear or jeans and work clothes.

He simply wanted me.

His eyes softened as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear, then he pulled me closer, his lips ghosting over mine. The touch was featherlight. My breath caught as the fire spread through me.

It was me that deepened it this time, pressing my lips against his. It was a bit more rough than I intended, but he was steady as he kissed me back. One of his hands was resting on my hip, fingers tight enough to feel them. The other rested on the side of my neck holding me in place. The warmth of it seeped into my skin.

The more we kissed, the more my confidence grew. This was August.

My August.

He was just as hungry as I was and never once made me feel like I was fumbling. I tilted my head and kissed him harder, my fingers tangling in his hair.

This was what I truly needed. A moment to explore without judgment, to let myself feel and learn and move on instinct.

To finally let my omega take the lead.

A whimper escaped me, my hips rocking on their own as we kissed each other senseless. His lips were firm, but soft at the same time. August was a contradiction.

Sometimes he would slow us down and guide us to sweeter kisses. It let me catch my breath.

Then he would amp it back up again, his teeth catching on my bottom lip, the sting of it making me cry out and rock my hips over him.

I’d never felt so alive.

When my lips parted on a whimper, his tongue teased past them. My tongue flicked out to meet his. It was strange and new, but he was so steady and demanding that I had no chance to overthink, only enough thought to follow his lead and give into everything he demanded.

The kiss ignited another fire in my chest. This one was burning brighter by the second. My hands tightened in his hair now, clinging desperately to him as he dominated me.

This time it was my delta who groaned. I took the chance to move away from his mouth, trailing heated kisses along his sharp jaw, then lower to his neck. His scent was strong and skin salty as I sucked and nipped at it.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort. My hand trailed over it lightly, marveling at the feel of it. His eyes were open and watching me, a mix of heat and wonder greeting me.

I could feel his bulge harden under my pussy, driving us both crazy as I rocked against it.

My hips rocked greedily over his cock. Even with our clothes between us, he was straining against it and I loved the shockwaves of pleasure he sent through me with each movement.

Finally, when I felt like I was going to explode, he pulled away.

“Stand up, omega.”

Knowing what was at the end of this, I eagerly listened, moving off of his lap. I took a deep breath to steady myself so I didn’t wobble on my feet.

“Undress for me. I want you to give me a show.”

My eyes widened and my hands shook as I reached for the hem of my shirt. I started to yank it over my head, but he stopped me.

“No. Slow down. Take your time with it. Tease me with your body.”

I did as he asked, slower this time as I lifted it over my head. My eyes burned as they locked onto his, gauging his reactions.

My movements weren’t awkward now. I enjoyed this teasing more than I thought. There was a certain power in teasing your mate. Of seeing his face transform from open and excited to losing his mind.

“Spin as you take those sexy as fuck leggings off. They’ve been driving me crazy,” he husked.

I did as he asked, turning and hooking my fingers into the waistband before slowly bringing them down, making sure not to take my underwear with it.

When I went shopping for my date with Lachlan, I’d bought a new pack of underwear and I was excited to see what he thought. They weren’t cute and cotton. These were made of lace and cut differently. They felt nice against my skin but also traced my skin and enhanced my small curves.