Page 125 of Risking the Pucking Defense

He shakes his head, unable to accept my words.

“I don’t⁠—”

His words die when I push myself up so I’m sitting and peel off my hoodie.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, scrubbing his hand down his face as he takes me in, wearing a bralette and boy shorts.

I’m aware that I probably should have turned up here properly dressed, but also…I didn’t want to.

“Come here,” I say, spreading my legs and patting the space between my thighs.

He swallows thickly before nodding once, toeing his shoes off and pressing his knees to the mattress.

With his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he gently lowers me down and falls over me.

His hand lands beside my head, and he holds himself up, gazing down at me as if he doesn’t really believe that I’m here.

His eyes take in every inch of my face, and I allow him a moment to take it all in. Hell, I need it too. The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions. I’m utterly spent. But seeing him again, feeling his touch, has brought me back to life.

“Kiss me,” I breathe.

His eyes drop to my lips, and I drag my tongue along the bottom one, trying to lure him in.

“As if I could ever say no to you,” he murmurs before ducking low and resuming our kiss.

I groan when he shuffles to a better position between my thighs as I feel him thick and hard against my pussy.

“Hayden,” I gasp, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me from that small brush of our bodies.

When I look up, I find that his jaw is tight, the tendon in his neck pulled taut.

The hand resting on my hip tightens as fire shoots through my veins.

“I need you,” he rasps, his words thick with desire.

“Then you’d better take me.”

I expect him to move, to shred the remaining clothes from my body and use me exactly as he wants.

But that isn’t what happens, and it throws me for a total loop when he drops his forehead to my shoulder, his body trembling with need.

He shudders violently as I slide my hand up his back. His muscles pull and twist with my movement, and I love it. I love the way my innocent touch affects him. It’s addictive, and I want to keep doing it just to see how he reacts.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper when he doesn’t move after a few seconds.

“I don’t…Fuck. I don’t have a lot of experience and I⁠—”

“Hayden,” I say a little more fiercely as I twist my fingers in his hair and force him to pull his head up and look at me. “I don’t care. I’m not here because I want a hot night with a hockey player. I’m here for you. We can do as much or as little as⁠—”

“I want everything. All of it. With you.”

The raw honesty mixed with the potent desire in his gaze has me squirming on the bed.

He closes his eyes for a beat, and when he opens them again, he’s found a little confidence.

“Tell me what to do,” he demands, making the corners of my lips twitch.

Now that I can do.