Candy for Christmas: Hockey Player vs Ice Skater (4 page)

“And if I’m not
teasing?”

His hands clenched on
her back and they both felt it. “I won’t take advantage of your
vulnerability and I don’t want your gratitude.”

“But you’ve earned my
honesty.”

Nolan cocked his head
as Candy’s tongue crept out to wet the curve of her upper lip.
“What does that mean?”

“Why’d you cut the
Christmas tree down for me?”

He shrugged.

“And what are you
doing home?”

“It’s the
holidays.”

“I know, but you’ve
got what, four days off, before you have a game? Why didn’t you
just stay in New York? Why’d you cross half the country to come
back here?”

His gaze pinned her
but he said nothing.

“
See
. We’re not
honest with each other. At least not with words. All of your
actions however, they’re saying something loud and clear.”

“What’s that?”

She leaned in to him
until their lips were a breath apart. “This.”

Then she kissed
him.

Candy’s lips sipped at
his. Brushed against him, lifted, and came down again. Then her
tongue crept out and investigated the seam of Nolan’s lips. His
reaction was immediate.

With a muttered oath,
one hand speared into her hair to hold her in place while he opened
his mouth against hers and deepened the kiss. At the same time he
rolled her beneath him and nestled in the cradle of her body,
surrounding her until all she could feel was soft fur beneath her
spine and the big, hard body of the league’s best defenseman
blotting out the whole world. Everything except him.

His mouth demanded her
wild response and he received it. In the far reaches his conscious
pinged. He tamped it down. She’d spoken the truth. They wanted each
other intensely and however it had come about, he wasn’t sure if he
would ever have another chance. So he took this one with everything
he had.

His hand slipped down
to cup one plump tit and his fingers found her puckered nipple and
squeezed. “
Nolan
.” She tore her mouth free and panted his
name against his lips. He refused to allow it and reclaimed her
mouth. Harder and deeper. Possessing every slick curve. Explored
her thoroughly, as though there were a priceless treasure in those
depths and his mission in life was to find it.

He used his grip in
her hair to tilt her head back and improve his access. The whiskers
on his jaw rubbed against her skin and the friction sent shivers
wracking her frame. Candy whimpered in the back of her throat. Her
leg crept up his side and wrapped around his waist, one hand
clinging to his shoulder, the other clenching at the close-cropped
strands of hair that were the same hickory shade as his eyes.

Nolan reached down to
her other leg and pulled it around his waist as well. She locked
her ankles in the small of his back. Nolan’s hands slid down and
palmed her ass. He pulled her in close, rubbing his hard cock
against her softness. Her slickness coated the length and he
snarled at how easily he slid against her.

The sound broke their
kiss and then his lips wrapped around her nipple. Tugged hard. “Oh,
god.
Yes
.” Invectives spilled from her lips. Prayers and
please and promises.

“Wet.” The harsh word
was muffled in her breast as Nolan tormented it with his tongue.
Sucked hard, like it was a vocation. Candy’s legs tightened around
him as she arched and rubbed back against his hardness. She was
spread open and his cock slid directly over her clit and down to
her little opening. She angled her hips, trying to position herself
so that Nolan would slide inside, but he snarled again. One hand
left her ass and moved around to her slickness. His thumb circled
her clit lightly and Candy’s hips jerked.

That seemed to please
Nolan since he immediately knelt between her spread legs and lifted
her ass to rest on his thighs. Her shoulders were still on the
ground her thighs draped on either side of his hips. Candy followed
the line of her body up to his hard cock, so near to where she
desperately needed him.

“Please, Nolan.”

But it wasn’t his cock
she got. Two big fingers circled her clit firmly then slid down to
the tiny opening. He pushed the tips of his fingers inside,
spreading her, then inexorably slid them deeper. Her body arched at
the invasion.
Oh, fuck
. Her arms reached over her head and
scrambled in the fur for an anchor.

Nolan ignored Candy’s
begging. He was on a hair trigger. He couldn’t wait much longer to
get inside that hot little snatch, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
He scissored his fingers, trying to widen her sheath enough to
accommodate him, and did his best to ignore Candy’s little
wail.

She was tight as a
vice. He wouldn’t last once he got inside. He was tempted to make
her come first in the hopes she’d relax and ease, but he didn’t
think he could wait that long. He wasn’t even capable of speech at
the moment.

He curled his fingers
back and found the place that had every muscle in her body tensing
and involuntarily pumping up, arching so high her ass left his
thighs. He slid one hand beneath her and kept raising her pelvis
until he could seal his lips around her clit.

He worked his fingers
inside her as he prodded at the sensitive little nerve bundle,
searching and pushing back the hood until he found the place that
had her alternately cursing and begging in the same breath. He
ignored her squirming, tightened his hold and sucked hard.

Candy was incoherent.
Desperate to come. She palmed her breasts and pinched the tight
little nipples. Rolled them hard between her fingertips. The
sensation was indescribable and the sight was a tipping point for
Nolan. His mouth left her clit and she cried out in distress, but
then she felt him lower her back to his lap. The broad head of his
cock butted up against her cunt.
She was dripping.

Candy’s body stilled,
except her fingers which pinched hard on her nipples as she tried
to stop herself from begging again. The slick, broad head of
Nolan’s cock nestled into the hollow of her entrance. Then he
slowly punched inside.

Nolan’s gaze was
focused down. Watching. “Fuck.” He kept pushing against her
resistance, gradually widening her enough to accommodate the broad
mushroom head. Candy whimpered but the sound didn’t abate the
movement of Nolan’s hips, opening her until her body’s resistance
gave way to the continued pressure and his cockhead breeched her
entrance. “
Fuck
.”

He didn’t stop. Kept
sliding forward, pushing her tiny walls apart as he carved out a
place for himself deep inside her. He focused on the sight of his
cock invading her cunt. He could see how she stretched around his
girth. She was tight. He flicked his gaze up to see Candy biting
her lip, her hands clenched in the white fur. He didn’t pause, but
his hand slid up to rub her clit with his thumb. She jerked on his
lap, impaling herself, and Nolan groaned. He returned his hands to
her hips and pulled her onto him as he pushed urgently, embedding
his cock fully inside her. “FUCK.”

He panted, and used
his grip on her hips to slowly slide her down and off his cock.
Then he pulled her back on. Fucked her while she whimpered and
played with her tender nipples. Slid her up his cock to the root.
Then back down.

Up. Down.

Until she locked her
ankles low around his ass and undulated in his lap, trying to
dictate the pace. Nolan’s reaction was instantaneous. He grabbed
one wrist and hauled her upright, seating her in his lap. She sank
down around him. They both moaned at this new position which sent
him as deep as it was possible to go.

She tried to move, but
with her legs locked behind his ass she had no leverage. Nolan
wrapped both arms low on her hips. “Stay.” His voice was
guttural.

Candy froze.

She tentatively raised
her gaze to find molten hickory. She obeyed him. Didn’t try to
move, but a whimper escaped her throat. Nolan held her hips down
tight then thrust up into her hard. Candy’s head slipped back, hair
trailing down her spine as she arched in his arms, clinging to his
neck to keep from falling backwards.

Nolan did it again.
Then again. Small, powerful pumps deep inside her. Each one had her
nipples rubbing against his chest in teasing little strokes that
didn’t last long enough, and rocked his pelvis against her starving
clit, sending her incoherent with need. Nolan controlled her body
entirely. She couldn’t move her hips in his tight grasp, just
receive each hard, upward thrust.

She thought he would
drive her insane with the sensations building inside her. The
desperate need. The tension that wound her body tight. Her nipples
were starved for attention and she clamped down around him in the
only movement allowed her.

Nolan snarled, tugged
on the hair trailing against his hands on her hips. Tilted her head
towards him then buried his mouth in hers. Stole the breath from
her body as he fucked her. Her fingers clawed at the short strands
of his hair, needing a new anchor, as desperate tears welled in her
eyes. They slid down her cheeks and Nolan tasted the salt on her
lips. Ripped him mouth from hers to make sure she was alright. He
brought his lips back to hers and whispered gently, “C
ome,
Baby
.”

As though all she’d
been waiting for was permission, Candy came. Nolan groaned at the
way she clenched rhythmically around his cock. “
Candy
.”
While she was still climaxing around him he laid her down on her
back, pulled one leg to the side, opening her wide as he settled
into long, deep thrusts and fucked her hard on the floor. The
firelight gleamed off her damp skin and the shimmering strands of
her hair, spread out on the snowy white rug. Her hands clawed down
his back, raking deep furrows as he drove her back up to the height
of need, then once more sent her over the edge into that singular
place only he could take her.

Nolan’s hips hammered
into her until, with a throaty groan, he claimed her lips and came
hard in uncontrolled, desperate thrusts and an avalanche of
sensation. Until they were both arching and clenching and driving
into the other, as wild and untamed as a snow flurry in the arctic
and as extraordinary as silver snowflakes and ice crystals in
sunshine.

Candy’s lips were
buried in Nolan’s shoulder and she couldn’t help lapping at his
salty skin. He’d turned them so that he was on the bottom before
they’d both fallen asleep. With him still buried inside her.

She’d woken to the
sensation of his big hand playing in her curls. Twining the strands
around his fingers. She was very content, so she let him play.
Nolan
bloody
Ducayne could do anything her wanted with her,
as long as he did
that
again.

Nolan felt the gentle
laps against his skin and started getting hard again. Before he
could do anything about it, Candy asked, “Why is there Christmas
music playing?”

He had one hand behind
his head and the other slid from her hair down her spine. “I had it
on earlier. Before.” Before he’d pulled her from the pond. “It’s
set to keep playing on shuffle until I turn it off.”

“You like Christmas
music,” she raised herself on his chest and looked around, “but you
don’t have a Christmas tree?”

“Someone stole my
tree.”

“I didn’t steal it,”
she hit his chest with her fist. “You gave it to me.”

“Only because I was
afraid of your mad axe-wielding skills.”

She snorted and then
they were both chuckling. She stopped when she noticed a dark
purple shadow along his ribs. “You have bruises.”

His hand lifted to
stroke along her hip and she followed his gaze there. “So do you.
The ice isn’t an easy place to be,” he murmured.

She looked down,
sensing he meant something more than those simple words. But she
didn’t want to fight about the pond right then.

“Neither do I.”

She didn’t realise
she’d spoken aloud until she heard his reply. “So what do you want
to talk about?”

“I do want to talk.
But not right now.” His hands stroked down her side. A long
lingering caress, that she felt everywhere.

“So what do you want
to do?” The words were a whisper

He whispered back.
“Make peace some more.”

This time he made love
to her slowly. The desire between them still burned hot but the
desperate urgency had been tempered enough that Nolan could take
his time. He Spread her out on the sheepskin rug and worshiped
every inch of her skin. Teased and tormented her nipples until she
was begging, then slid lower and used his lips and tongue to
satisfy her again, and then again. Until, when he finally worked
his way inside her, she was soft and languid and wet. Pliant, as he
turned her to face the fire, held her upright on her knees, her
spine cradled against his chest, and slid inside her from behind.
Pliancy gave way to desperation as he slipped one hand onto a tight
little nipple and the other down to her clit, whispered in her ear
and loved her by the light of the fire.

When Candy awoke the
second time she was alone and doubts came rushing in. She stood and
wrapped the sheepskin around her body and became aware for the
first time that her ankle throbbed. So far she’d spend her time in
Nolan’s cabin prone — or on her knees — and she hadn’t realised
that she’d hurt her ankle further. Tears welled and she cursed
under her breath, telling herself it couldn’t be too bad if it was
only painful when she put weight on it. She heard footsteps and
dashed the liquid away, not looking at Nolan. She spoke before he
could. “I should go back to my place.”

“You can’t.”

That brought her gaze
up to his. He was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. Damn
him.