Page 70 of Broken As Puck

I let go of him and backed away. He started to make a sound of protest but stopped when I pulled off my tank top. His lips parted and his chest rose and fell on a ragged gasp as his gaze lowered to my breasts. His hand twitched and started to reach for me, but he stopped himself, perhaps unsure what he was allowed to do.

“You can touch me,” I told him, ignoring the twinge of self-consciousness as it occurred to me that I’d bared my belly to him for the first time since college. The swell was currently contained by my high-waisted yoga pants, but if we went all the way, he’d see it soon enough.

He kissed my shoulder and reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. “You’re so beautiful.”

His fingers fumbled, and that pleased me, both because it showed he was nervous too and because it was more evidence that he hadn’t spent his years in the NHL sleeping around so much that his moves were slick and practiced.

When my bra dropped away, he cupped my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples with an appreciation bordering on fervor. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, raising his eyes to mine. “We can take it slow. Go on a couple of dates. Work up to sex.”

I considered that for a moment, grateful he’d stopped playing with my nipples because that was awfully distracting. “That’d probably be the smart idea, but I want you. It’s been a while for me.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “You won’t regret it.”

Fuck, I hoped not.

He bent and kissed each of my breasts, then flicked the nipples with his tongue, humming happily. I couldn’t help smiling. He’d always loved my curves. Or at least, I’d thought he had. He’d certainly liked burying his face in my chest or sinking his teeth into my ass.

He smoothed his hands down my front and around to my hips, lifting his head to kiss me again. He took my mouth thoroughly and it was all I could do to hold on and snatch gulps of air each time we separated. Heat rushed to my core and desire pooled at the apex of my thighs. I pressed closer to him, seeking the friction I desperately needed.

With his hands on my hips, he backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the bed and then he urged me down. He stripped off his boxers, and I was level with his cock. My tongue darted out and swiped the red, shiny head. The salty tang of his pre-cum made me want to draw more from him and I started to move forward, ready to take him in my mouth, but he buried his hands in my hair and pulled me back.

“Remember what I said about it being over quickly?” he rasped, releasing me when I paused for long enough to nod. “You can do that next time. In fact, I’ll beg for it. But right now, I want to give you what you’ve asked for.”

I pouted. “Just a short taste? You can handle it. I know you can.”

He gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling. “Fine. But I only have so much control, Chelsey.”

With a grin, I leaned forward and closed my mouth around him. He was hot and heavy on my tongue, and he groaned, his hips jerking when I sucked him. I worked up and down his length twice, loving the way he groaned, but then pulled away. He was right, after all. I wanted more than a blowjob.

He encircled the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly as if to stave off an orgasm. When he looked down at me, his eyes were glazed.

“Can I undress you?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I bit my lip, aware that getting naked with him would probably trigger some of my insecurities, but if I was giving him another chance, then I’d have to face them at some point and now was as good a time as any. “Okay.”

He leaned over me and grabbed the high waistband of my yoga pants. When he reached my underwear, he took hold of that too. I lifted my hips so that he could peel them down my body, revealing my pussy and legs, inch by inch. He watched, fascinated, as though he hadn’t seen me naked a thousand times before.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured.

A sound caught in the back of my throat.

He frowned. “You are. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt that. Every bit of you is stunning, and I’ve always been happiest with my face between those fucking luscious thighs.”

I squeaked and kicked off my shoes just as he reached the bottom of my legs.

He slid off the yoga pants and hesitated at my socks. “On or off?”

“Off.” I needed to feel sexy and leaving socks on during sex might be all right on occasion when in a committed relationship, but it certainly wasn’t the thing to keep me in the mood at this very moment.

He did away with them quickly and prowled over me. I scooted backward until my head hit the pillow and he climbed up, his eyes darting over me, eating me up like I was his favorite treat.

Coming down on his elbows, he kissed me. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his mouth on mine and the warmth of his body over me. I wasn’t some dainty little thing, but he could easily pin me down if he wanted to and there was something sexy about that.

We could have kissed forever, but eventually, he moved down my body, peppering kisses along the length of my neck, over my collarbone, and down my soft stomach. I throbbed between my legs, eager for him to kiss me there too, but instead, he shuffled farther down and kissed my shin, slowly working his way up one leg and then the other.

My nerves came alive beneath his lips, delicious sensations racing through me from their softness combined with the whisper of his breath. There was something almost worshipful about the way he didn’t miss a single part of me.

If he was determined to drive me out of my mind, he was succeeding.