Off Limits (14 page)

I arrived at O’Hare Friday evening, a week since Andrew had left New York to fly home. We’d had one night and part of one day together and I still felt almost like it was a dream. Had it really happened? We texted and Skyped during the week, which reassured me that it was real. But we still had some pretty big stuff to deal with. My job. My life in New York. My family.

I spotted
Andrew waiting for me in the crowded airport at the same moment he saw me. I loved the wide smile that broke across his face as he pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and strode toward me. I had a rolling carry-on suitcase that kept me from running to him as fast as I wanted to. I could play it cool anyway. So even though my insides were jumping with excitement, I strolled toward
him. I couldn’t stop my smile, though.

He looked so damn good, with a knit cap pulled over his hair and a wool scarf looped around his neck. He enfolded me in a big hug and I closed my eyes in joy and relief.

“Missed you, baby,” he murmured in my ear.

“I missed you too.” I gave a little sniff, tearing up. But I drew back to smile at him.

He reached for my case. “Let’s get the rest of your
luggage.”

“This is it.”

His eyes widened and he stopped dead. “What did you say?”

I smacked his upper arm and laughed. “I’m only here for two days.”

“Don’t remind me.” He frowned. “Well, look at you packing light. Attagirl.”

I shook my head but slid my arm through his as we walked through the terminal. Weird as it was when I thought about it, it felt completely natural and normal to be with
Andrew like this.

I was excited to see where he lived and to get to know Chicago better. I’d been there once before, years ago. Although I wasn’t planning on seeing much more of it this weekend. If I had my way, Andrew and I would spend the entire time in his apartment.

“What’s so funny?” He’d caught my smile.

“Nothing.” I squeezed his arm. “I was just wishing we could spend the whole weekend
in bed.”

“Jenna, you naughty girl.”

I shrugged, still smiling. “Can’t help it. I’ve been deprived of your amazing body for years.”

“I could say the same.”

We exchanged heated glances, probably looking like lovesick puppies to everyone around us.

Andrew drove to his apartment on North LaSalle. I gazed around the lobby at all the pale marble and black leather furniture as we walked toward the
bank of elevators. “Wow, this is super nice.”

Up on the nineteenth floor, my jaw loosened even more. The place was huge and gorgeous.

“I’ll give you the tour. First the bedroom.”

“Ha.”

He grinned. “So we can put your things in there.” He took my suitcase down a hall and entered a massive master suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

I ran at him and jumped him. He had to
take a step back to keep his balance, but he caught my weight easily, laughing and spinning me. “I still can’t believe this,” I breathed, arms around his neck, legs circling his waist. “Take me to that huge king-size bed and make me scream.”

His grin made my panties damp. “No way, babe. I’m taking you on a date tonight.”

He’d said that when we were planning the weekend, but I still pouted. “Well,
okay.” I slid down his body until my feet touched the floor.

“Not many girls would sound so unenthusiastic about dinner at Fratellis.”

I pretended to consider it. “Hmm. Okay, you’re right. An expensive dinner definitely sounds better than sex with an NHL hockey player.”

He burst out laughing. “Good thing I know you’re joking, and not some kind of puck bunny.”

“I’ve been a puck bunny all my
life,” I said in a flirtatious tone, tracing my index finger down his cheek. “But only for you.”

He shook his head, still amused. “We have reservations at eight, so let’s get going.”

“Good thing I left work at noon.”

He lifted my case onto a dresser and unzipped it and I got ready to go on our very first date, but damn, it was hard to focus on getting dressed when I just wanted him to
un
dress
me. I knew he felt the same, what with the smoldering glances he kept sending me and the way he patted my bottom as he moved past me into the bathroom. He changed into a dark suit with narrow pants and a white shirt, open at the throat with no tie, and I put on the dress I’d packed, a fitted black dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline.

The restaurant was elegant and amazing, with old brick
walls and woodwork and intimate lighting. We held hands and flirted and did all the things I’d ever wanted to do with Andrew. Well, not all of them. Really, I wanted to do everything with him.

“I’ve been thinking about your idea that I move to Chicago.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. I
had
given it a lot of thought over the last week. I loved my little apartment and I’d made friends in New York, but honestly,
I’d move to Kandahar if it meant I could be with Andrew. Chicago was no hardship, maybe a little farther from my family, but I’d already figured out that I’d see them more often if I wasn’t avoiding Andrew. So there was that.

And I’d already admitted I wasn’t happy in my job, so that wasn’t a big deal either.

“I think I’d like to move here.”

He nodded, eyes focused on me. “Good.”

“I should
probably find a new job before I give notice, though.”

“Whatever you think is best. I’d like you here sooner than later, but if you want to do that, fine.”

“Let’s just get this out in the open.” I dropped my gaze to my plate. “I know you have money. But I don’t expect you to support me.”

He was silent for a long moment. I peeked at him through my eyelashes. His face wore no expression. “Okay,”
he finally said.

“I can do this on my own. I have some savings. I’ll find a new job and an apartment. We shouldn’t jump into things all crazy like.”

His lips twitched. “If you say so.”

“Why do I have the feeling you’re patronizing me?” I muttered.

His smile broke free and he reached across to cover my hand. “I’m not. Look, I can’t help you much with moving. I mean, I can’t physically be there
to pack stuff and haul boxes and furniture. We’re right in the middle of the season and desperately trying to lock up a playoff spot. I’d feel better if you’d let me pay for some help to make things easier for you.”

I considered that. “Okay. Maybe.”

“Stubborn, independent girl.” He squeezed my hand gently. “I love that about you.”

“Well, that’s good you even love my flaws.”

“I love every bit
of you.” He smiled at me. “Tomorrow night I’ve got it set up so you can sit with the other wives and girlfriends. Marc’s girlfriend, Lovey, knows you’re coming. She’s lots of fun. She’s new to the group, but she’ll introduce you to the others and show you around. There’s a lounge for the Aces Ladies where you can hang out before the game and during the intermissions. They have drinks and food for
you there.”

“That’s cool.” Meeting the other wives and girlfriends would be like having instant new friends in Chicago. Unless they were all snooty glamazons. I’d seen pictures of hockey players’ wives, and they were always gorgeous. Eeek.

Well, I’d deal with that when I met them.

After dinner, Andrew took me to the lounge on the ninety-sixth floor of the John Hancock Center. Somehow he managed
to get us a window table and I gazed with fascination at the glittering city spread out before us.

“This might be kind of touristy,” Andrew said when we had our drinks, mine a delicious (and very expensive) cocktail made with pear vodka and sparkling wine. “I don’t really know, but since we’re new to the city, I thought it would be cool.”

His thoughtfulness made my heart go soft and warm. We
held hands and talked more, enjoying the sophisticated ambience, talking about things in Chicago we’d both like to see and do. Andrew had arrived in September for training camp, so even he’d been living there only about four months, reminding me that the city was new not only to me, but also to him. So we’d explore and get to know it together.

The touch of his fingers playing with mine, the way
he looked at me…just
being
with Andrew made my belly heat with lust for him. We’d been apart far too long. By the time we took a taxi back to his place, I was aching with need for him.

“Whoa, baby,” he murmured as I jumped him once we were in the apartment. I loved how he could carry me around.

“Take me to bed,” I whispered, covering his face with kisses.

“Exactly what I had in mind.”

He carried
me into his bedroom and set me on the side of the bed while he turned on the lamp, but I slid off the bed and onto my knees on the rug. He looked down at me and his lips parted. “Jenna…?”

“Yes. Please.” I reached for the buckle of his belt.

He helped me get it undone and then opened his pants. His cock throbbed against my palm. I studied its handsome shape, the smooth crown, defined ridge, and
powerful veins.

“Lick me,” Andrew rasped out. “With that hot little tongue.”

Heat flared low in my belly at his hoarse command. “Mmm.” I was happy to do so, slicking my tongue over the head, then around. Andrew groaned and pushed my hair back off my face with both hands. I wrapped my hand around the base and licked up and down with leisurely strokes, delighting in the feel of him, the male scent
of him, the taste of him on my tongue.

“Fuck yeah, that feels amazing.”

Happiness bubbled inside me that I could make him feel so good. I closed my mouth over him and gently sucked the tip, then lowered my wet lips over the ridged shaft. Hard and hot, he filled my mouth. I took him deeper, as deep as I could, right to my throat, before sliding off. I looked up at him to see him watching, his
eyes dark and smoldering, his cheeks flushed.

“Jesus, Jenna.”

I searched out his balls, pushing his pants lower on his hips, and they dropped to the floor. I cupped him, his testicles so tight and full, and he made another low sound of approval. I used my mouth again to stroke him, not as deep, but faster, gripping his cock with my other hand and letting it slide up and down in a tight rhythm
that matched my mouth’s, teasing the sensitive skin of his balls.

“Fuck, baby.” His fingers tightened in my hair. “Love that…so damn much.”

I played longer, licking and sucking and making him crazy, while heat built between my thighs in an unrelenting ache. Finally, Andrew hauled me to my feet. Panting, he growled, “Wanna fuck you.”

I licked my lips as he watched and his eyes flickered. “I
want that too.”

He turned me around and yanked down the zipper of my dress. With a flick of his fingers, my strapless bra was gone, and the dress and my panties and tights were yanked down my legs. I gasped as I found myself airborne, Andrew’s hands on my waist, lifting me and then depositing me on the bed on my hands and knees.

My hair falling all around me, I looked over my shoulder to see
him strip off his shirt and kick pants, underwear, and socks aside. As always, I was struck by the incredible beauty of his body, the hard muscles and sleek skin. He moved up behind me and I burned everywhere as I imagined what he saw.

“Gorgeous.” He petted between my legs, then gripped my ass cheeks with both hands in a thrilling squeeze. “So fucking gorgeous, Jenna. This sweet ass is mine.”
To my shock, he buried his face there, using lips and tongue and teeth over sensitive tissues. My arms went weak and I collapsed to my elbows, my eyes falling closed as he played with me, nipping at my ass, licking my pussy, sucking on my clit until I was vibrating with the need to come.

“Now,” he growled behind me. “Now I’m gonna fuck you.”

There was a short pause while he donned a condom,
my head down, my breathing shallow and ragged, my fingers curled into the duvet on his bed. Then he entered me from behind, a new, unfamiliar angle that had sensation spiraling through me. Tender nerve endings inside me burned and tingled as his cock pressed deeper, and I gasped and whimpered.

“Okay, baby?”

“Oh yeah.” It was amazing. He slid out and back in. It was nearly painful, a dark edgy
pleasure that had me shaking. I slipped a hand back between my legs, finding his balls. I fluttered my fingers over him, then scraped my fingernails over the root of his cock, making him groan again as he continued to move inside me.

I pushed back up onto my hands and Andrew curved a hand around my throat, pulling me up so gently, tipping my head back, his other hand holding my waist. His lips
touched my forehead. “Love you. So much.” His hips continued to power against my ass.

“Love you too.” I nearly sobbed the words, the pleasure escalating inside me so intense. Every nerve ending throbbed.

His hand lowered to one of my breasts to fondle it. My nipples had tightened into aching points, my breasts bouncing as he thrust into me from behind. The intensity of the sensations whipping
through me rose higher, almost unbearable.

I collapsed down onto the bed again, curling into myself. A gasping sob tore from my lungs.

Andrew’s body curved over mine, warm and protective. His lips touched my upper back in a series of gentle kisses. “Still good?”

I gasped out a yes and pushed back up again. He drew my hair back over one shoulder, fingers caressing my throat, and kissed my cheek
in front of my ear. His warm breath teased me and I trembled. I lifted one shaky hand behind me to cup his head. “Please.” I craved that orgasmic rush, burning up with it. “Please.”

In a flash I was on my back and Andrew was staring down at me with a fierce, blazing intensity. “You want to come?” he growled. “Need to come, baby?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.” My body fevered for more, wet between
my legs.

He entered me, pushing one of my thighs up, his other hand holding my other ankle. I stared at his face as he filled me, covering his hand on my thigh with my own and holding tight. He fucked me with hard, demanding strokes that nonetheless gave me so much. Pleasure torched my body, sizzling over my flesh.

I reached for my clit and circled it with my index finger. I rubbed it, slick
and plump, tension building, swirling inside me. Electricity raced over my nerve endings and my head went back as my body clenched hard on Andrew’s cock. Everything shattered, and bits of heat and light shimmered down around me. I couldn’t stop the noises that fell from my lips. My hands fell limply to my sides as Andrew shouted out his own release.