Page 8 of Slapshot Baby

He kisses me. My hands fist in his shirt and he makes a low sound against my mouth.

"Bedroom," I manage, mouth still against his.

"Eventually."

“Eventually can go to hell.”

I want to tell him that I didn't come here for slow and sensual. I came to get laid and go home before my brain catches up with my body.

He backs me into the wall, sucking my lower lip, one hand sliding up the side of my dress. I arch into it, nails scraping the back of his neck.

The sound he makes almost pulls a groan out of me.

Almost.

Because Kai is just a hockey player I want to fuck. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s not making love to me. This is a simple one-night stand.

He takes a condom from his wallet then removes his suit jacket and throws it to the floor. I unbutton his shirt, pull it off him. His hand finds the zipper of my dress then drags it down.

By the time the dress hits the floor and I kick it away, he's looking at me the way he looked at the lounge earlier tonight.

My hands work his belt while his mouth sucks me in a way that turns my knees into jelly.

“Let’s ditch the condom and go skin-to-skin,” I breathe. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested. I’m clear.”

One eyebrow raises. Without answering, he puts the condom on.

Fine. Be responsible. See if I care.

I care a little. Because the silent insistence on the condom despite what I offered is so annoyingly mature it makes me want him more.

Then he drives into me hard again and again. I pull his butt to me each time, swallowing my cries, kissing him when I can’t hold it in.

I block out everything except our skin slapping against each other, the rough catch of his breath against mine.

And it’s so fucking perfect.

But Kai stops. He’s still inside me, but he’s no longer moving. Instead, he gives me a quizzical look.

“What’s wrong?”

I smile. “Nothing. The sex is perfect.”

Everything is happening the way it should. I’m having passionate sex without any emotions.

I’ve always had the problem of associating sex with deep emotions and getting high-strung after. The more sounds I made while in bed, the deeper I buried myself.

But now that I’ve stripped away all that and focused on just the satisfaction, I’m good. Not affected at all by the way he's watching my face right now like it matters.

Kai’s mouth on my neck makes me inhale sharply. Sharp tingles of desire flow into my body. I barely stop myself from gasping in time.

The pressure on my neck increases. His hands caress my sides as he resumes driving me hard until I come.

I don’t know when a scream comes out of my mouth. My palm covers my lips, stifling it halfway.

Kai goes completely still, his eyes boring into mine.

“That's the problem.”