Page 139 of Risking the Pucking Defense
His hands slide up my thighs until he grabs my bare ass, giving me little choice but to grind down on him.
“Baby, I am so fucking good right now.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t hurt yourself?” I ask, my eyes checking him over, although I’m not sure what kind of injuries I’m really looking for.
“I get hit almost daily by guys who are at least three times your weight, Hails.”
“Yeah, I know but—”
“I’m fine,” he assures me. “Shall we continue?”
“It’s pretty much over,” I explain as I rest myself on my elbow beside his shoulder, our lips only an inch apart.
“Oh, really?”
“If you’re trying to look disappointed, you really need to wipe the smile from your face,” I point out.
“Impossible,” he states. “You’re on top of me, wearing nothing but my name and number. My every filthy dream come to life.”
A laugh tumbles from my lips.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
A wide smile breaks free. “Amazing.”
He blinks up at me, almost as if he can’t believe I could possibly be saying that to him after everything we’ve experienced together over the last few hours.
“Are you…sore?” he asks nervously.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I roll my hips against him.
He's been rocking a semi down there since he discovered me watching him earlier, but now we’re entangled, he’s fully hard and ready to go.
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Then we should shower and get ready,” he says without a hint of disappointment. Who is this man, and how am I lucky enough to be lying here with him right now?
“Wait,” I cry when he starts to lift me off him.
He stills.
“I never said it was too much to handle.”
His brow wrinkles.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hails.”
“How about you don’t do anything?” I suggest before sitting up and dragging his T-shirt from my body.
His eyes drop to my tits, and he swallows thickly.
His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something, but his words have vanished.
I roll my hips against him again, making him groan.
“Are you sure?” he asks, still torn.
Shimmying down his thighs, I tuck my fingers beneath the elastic of his waistband and drag them with me.
