Wicked Games (Denver Rebels) (13 page)

Staring up at him, she placed her palm in his. The resulting electricity shook them both.

As she stood there before him, he brushed the pad of his wine-scented thumb across her bottom lip.

Unable to resist, she parted her lips to touch his thumb with the tip of her tongue, tasting the rich cabernet. Tasting him.

She felt him shudder.

Nostrils flaring, he framed her face with his palms, his fingers sliding through her hair. She lifted her face to his, sighing when his warm mouth covered hers. Damp heat gathered inside her, spreading between her thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body arching closer to his. He parted her lips, gliding his tongue between them. She shivered, hyperaware of her nudity beneath the too-big pajama top.

He whispered her name, stroking his tongue in and out of her mouth until she whimpered. 

Breaking the heated kiss, she took his hand and led him across the terrace to the lounge area. Ignoring the sectional, she dropped to her knees before him. Staring up into his eyes, she pulled his pajama bottoms slowly past his hips, releasing his stiff cock.

He stared down at her, his gaze heavy lidded as she wrapped her hand around his massive girth, stroking him, running her thumb over the tip and spreading the moisture that leaked out.

He shuddered, watching her intently. When she flicked her tongue against the glistening head, he let out a sharp hiss that aroused and delighted her.

She gripped his heavy cock and slid her tongue along the underside, licking a thick, pulsing vein.

“Fuck, Nadia,” he rasped.

She dragged his pajama bottoms down his long legs, admiring the hard muscles of his thighs and calves. When he stepped out of the pants, she undulated to her feet like a stripper and backed him toward the sectional.

With a saucy lick of her lips, she put a hand to his broad chest and gave him a firm shove, surprising him enough to send him sprawling backward onto the sofa.

Not giving him a chance to recover, she knelt between his powerful thighs and locked her lips around his jutting cock.

His hips jerked against her mouth. “
Fuck!
”

He was so thick and hard, so aroused that precum spurted from the head to spill over her tongue.

“Umm. Delicious.” She took him deeper into her mouth and then withdrew until only the head remained between her plush lips. When she flicked her tongue against the wide crest and then sucked, he threw back his head with a raspy groan that was so sexy her pussy contracted.

He was too big for her to take all the way into her mouth. But that wouldn’t stop her from giving it the old college try. Fisting him at the base, she milked him with her hand while licking and sucking her way down his shaft.

Gasping, he shoved his fingers into her hair and brushed the strands back so he could see her face as she fucked him with her mouth.

She used her lips and hands, reveling in the guttural curses and moans that erupted from his heaving chest. She was intoxicated by the taste and texture of him, the hot pulse of his cock against her tongue.

“Jesus, Nadia.” His fingers fisted in her hair, tugging at the roots as she sucked him harder and deeper, as deep as she could go without choking. With her other hand she fondled his heavy testicles, the skin stretched tight around the engorged glands.

When she felt the muscles clenching in his thighs, she knew he was close.

Seconds later he came with a shuddering groan, thick jets of semen exploding against her tongue.

She’d never swallowed before, and he was coming so hard and fast she thought she would choke. But she managed to relax her throat and swallow as he spurted hotly into her mouth, groaning harshly.

When it was over, he fell back against the sofa, his eyes closing on a deep sigh. She loved seeing him like this, all relaxed and boneless, the picture of a perfectly satisfied male. It thrilled her to know that she could do this to him. For him.

When she began crooning the lyrics to Beyoncé’s “Rocket,” he let out a husky little laugh.

“Thought you might appreciate that.” Grinning, she rose from her knees and straddled him on the sofa. His strong, muscled thighs flexed beneath her buttocks.

Without opening his eyes, he pulled her against him. She shivered, her nipples peaking against the hard slab of his chest. He reached under the pajama top, running his hands down her back and over her hips, then squeezing the plump curves of her ass.

She was wet and ready, throbbing between her legs, her breasts heavy and aching.

When he began dragging her shirt up, she lifted her arms to facilitate the removal. She wanted as much skin-on-skin contact as she could get, and she wanted it now.

Opening his eyes, he cupped her small breasts, making her gasp and arch backward. He rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples, his cock thickening and lengthening against her slick folds.

She met his eyes. They were deep blue, electric with need and lust.

He leaned forward, kissing the corners of her mouth and sucking her bottom lip as he stared directly into her eyes.

“Spend the night,” he whispered.

She shivered. “I can’t. I don’t—”

He thrust upward, into her, making her cry out.

This time it was a command. “Spend the night.”

“Yes.” She flung back her head at his next thrust. “
God, yes
…”

9

S
he woke the
next morning with Reid’s arms wrapped around her, his chest beneath her cheek and her leg slung over his thigh beneath the covers.

It was still dark outside, not yet dawn. But she could see a glimmer of the sun rising over the mountains in the distance.

For several moments, she just lay there savoring the heat of Reid’s body and listening to his strong heartbeat. She wondered how long they’d slept like that, tangled in each other’s arms. Had it been all night? The thought warmed her from the inside out.

Closing her eyes, she slid her hand up his chest, feeling the hard ripple of muscle beneath his warm skin.

He stirred, his arms tightening around her as if to prevent her from escaping.

She held her breath, waiting for him to come fully awake.

“Good morning.” His voice was low, rough with sleep.

A hazy smile curved her lips. “Good morning.”

He kissed the top of her head, his lips nuzzling her hair. “Sleep well?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “All three hours.”

He chuckled into her hair, the vibrations traveling along her body and sending shivers down her spine. “Come on. It had to be at least four.”

She grinned. “I don’t think so. It was after two by the time you finally let me up for air. I saw the time when you set the alarm.”

He chuckled again. “You got me.”

Being a hockey player in prime physical condition, she’d expected Reid to have above-average stamina.

Stamina?
The man was a beast.

Smiling at the thought, she angled her head back to look at him. The bruise from last night’s game had darkened over his right cheekbone. His eyes were slumberous and heavy lidded, weighted with the vestiges of sleep. That, combined with his bruised cheek, mussed hair and stubble-darkened jaw, made him look unbearably sexy.

They stared into each other’s eyes as he tenderly stroked her tousled hair back from her face. “I’m glad you stayed,” he murmured.

She smiled shyly. “Me too.”

It shouldn’t have felt so right to wake up in his arms that morning, naked and warm. She shouldn’t have felt like she belonged there.

As he kissed her forehead, she reached up and brushed her hand over his jaw, the coarse whiskers rasping her palm. “Do you grow a full beard for playoffs?”

“Yup,” he said. “It’s a tradition.”

She smiled. “I’ve seen pictures of you sporting a beard. You look like a lumberjack.”

He grinned. “You got something against lumberjacks?”

“Not at all,” she purred. “All that rugged manliness is sexy as hell.”

“Good answer.” He pushed up to one elbow and ran his fingertip down her arm, spreading goose bumps all over her body. “Are you hungry? I was gonna make you breakfast.”

This pleased her. “You were?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “You think I’d wear you out all night and send you home without feeding you?”

She grinned. “You
did
wear me out.”

“And I’m just getting started.”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I need to get home and get ready for work. And aren’t you supposed to be leaving for Boston?”

“My flight doesn’t leave until eleven.” He nipped her jaw. “What time do you have to be at work?”

“No later than nine-thirty. My boss is more lenient with the recruiters since we often work in the evenings.”

“Good. That gives me plenty of time to feed you…among other things.”

Nadia took one look at his devilish grin and shook her head. “Oh, no, you don’t.”

When she tried to scramble out of the huge bed, he laughed and pulled her back, flipping her onto her stomach so fast her head spun.

She choked out a laugh, her cheek pressed into the pillow. “You’re gonna make me late!”

“No, I’m not.” His callused hands moved over her ass cheeks, cupping and spreading them apart. Heat shot through her, lashing at her core.

“You have the sweetest ass,” he rumbled appreciatively as he kneaded the round curves, his fingertips brushing the sensitive lips of her pussy.

A helpless moan slipped out of her mouth.

He levered over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. When she felt the scorching, rock-hard column of his cock against her buttocks, she gasped.

“So sweet,” he whispered roughly, sliding his erection along the crack of her ass. Arousal pulsed deep within her and she moaned, gyrating against him.

The rounded head of his cock slipped between her slick folds and hovered there, teasing and tormenting her. When she reached down to rub her throbbing clit, he caught her wrist in one hand, drawing both her arms above her head.

“Reid,” she groaned.

“Shh.” He leaned down, licking his way up her spine and then kissing the sensitive skin between her shoulder blades.

She shivered, her pussy clenching on a vicious spasm of pleasure. She ground her pelvis into the mattress, seeking some relief for her aching clit.

Reid laughed, low and husky. Downright wicked.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

His cock jumped at the throaty request. “Thought you didn’t want to be late for—”

“
Reid!
”

Laughing hoarsely, he released her wrists and rolled away from her to grab one of the condoms scattered across the top of the nightstand. He’d gone through so many last night, she’d lost count.

She watched as he ripped open the foil packet and unfurled the latex over his raging cock.

It felt like an eternity before he came back to her, although it couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Her primal need to be fucked had her body burning and quivering with impatience.

He pulled her up on all fours, then eased his long, thick cock between her buttocks. A thrill of anticipation shot through her and she sucked in a breath.

He slid inside her so slowly and deliberately she almost came on the spot. She moaned loudly, her fingers clenching the sheets.

He pushed deep inside her until she felt the hard wall of his hips against her bottom.

A violent shudder shook him. “Fuck, Nadia,” he growled. “I love watching your beautiful ass swallow my dick.”

She whimpered in helpless lust, the raw carnality of his words making her pussy cream.

He began thrusting into her, sliding his cock back and forth between her ass cheeks. She shuddered under the onslaught, overwhelmed by the sensation of his massive girth filling her.

His hands kneaded her buttocks as he drove deeper inside her, the pleasure bordering on pain. She writhed and moaned, pushing back against him as his hand slipped around to her stomach and slid downward. When his fingers speared between her legs to stroke her clit, she cried out in ecstasy.

Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark cobalt slits as he stared down at her, lips parted, skin stretched tight over the chiseled planes of his face.

He rubbed her clit in time with the rhythmic slap of his pelvis against her buttocks. Reeling from pure sexual gratification, she lowered to her elbows, lifting her ass higher against him.

“Ah,
fuck!
” His harsh expletive drew a lusty laugh from her. 

His hand tightened on her waist while his other hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast. He brushed his thumb over and around her hard nipple until she keened with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Reid,” she begged, grinding her ass against his thrusting cock. “Fuck me hard.”

“Hell, yeah.” He was buried to the balls, driving into her with long, ramming strokes that had her sobbing and pounding her fist on the bed.

Every thrust of his hips wound her up tighter, bringing her closer to that blinding orgasm just out of reach.

She threw back her head and thrust backward until lights exploded behind her eyes and waves of ecstasy crashed over her, so fast and hard that she couldn’t catch her breath. As violent spasms convulsed her pussy, she squeezed her thighs together, gripping Reid’s dick in a ferocious vise.

He shuddered and pumped his hips twice more before letting go with a deep, insanely sexy groan that sent shivers through her.

He collapsed against her, his chest hot and slick on her back, both of them spent and gasping as little aftershocks rippled between them.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that before he rolled over with her, gathering her close as she sprawled bonelessly on top of his body.

As he stroked her back, she stared out the French doors that overlooked the rugged mountains.

“I bet you see some breathtaking sunrises from here,” she whispered.

“I do.” He kissed her temple. “You’re welcome to come back anytime and enjoy the view with me. In fact…I hope you will.”

Two hours later
, he pulled up to her apartment building.

She didn’t have much time to get ready for work, so she needed to haul ass. But she made no move to get out of the car. She was reluctant to part company with Reid, and she sensed that he felt the same.

As he put the car in park, she gave him a shy smile. “I had a wonderful time last night.”

“So did I.” His eyes glinted. “This morning too.”

She bit her lip, her body heating at the memory of their explosive lovemaking—last night and this morning. Her muscles ached and the flesh between her thighs was tender. She was going to be sore for days. But it had been oh so worth it.

Reid turned to face her, one arm draped across the back of her seat as he leaned toward her. “When can I see you again?”

Her stomach fluttered. “I don’t know.”

“I’ll be back from Boston on Sunday. How about dinner and a movie?”

“The night you return? Won’t you be too tired?”

“Not for you.” His thumb caressed her chin and traced the curve of her bottom lip. “I can’t get enough of you, Nadia.”

A warm rush of pleasure licked into her belly. She could no longer deny how much she wanted him. He’d gotten under her skin, into her blood. She craved him like a drug, needed him like water and oxygen.

“Be ready for me at seven,” he told her.

She nodded shyly. “Okay.”

He smiled, stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“I’d better go so I won’t be late,” she said regretfully.

He nodded and winked, then got out and came around to open her door. As she stepped out of the car, he pulled her close for a kiss that stole her breath and left her tingling all over.

She was still smiling minutes later as she hurried into her loft. She had less than an hour to get her ass to work. So she showered and dressed quickly, then grabbed her car keys and raced out the door.

When she arrived at the office, Emily was already sitting at her desk, texting furiously on her phone.

“Hey, there,” Nadia greeted her. “Feeling better today?”

Emily mumbled something unintelligible.

“I didn’t catch that,” Nadia said, crossing to her desk and dropping her new flap bag in the bottom drawer. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing,” Emily muttered.

Nadia sat down, staring at the back of her coworker’s bent head. “You should have stayed home another day if you’re not feeling better.”

Emily was silent.

Nadia frowned. “Em? You okay?”

Emily hesitated, then put her phone down and reluctantly swiveled around in her chair.

Nadia was startled by her appearance. Emily’s face was blotchy and pale, her eyes red and swollen. She’d clearly been crying.

“Hey,” Nadia said with gentle concern. “What’s wrong?”

Emily’s lips twisted bitterly. “Well, the good news is that I don’t have a urinary tract infection.”

Nadia stared at her with a feeling of dread. “What’s the bad news?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“
What?
”

“I’m pregnant. Fucking pregnant.” Emily burst into tears.

“Oh, shit, Em.” Nadia got up and crossed the room to kneel beside the blonde’s chair, gently taking one of her hands in hers. “Does Karl know?”

Emily bobbed her head. “I told him yesterday after I took the test.”

“What did he say?”

“He was happy,” Emily choked out between sobs. “He wants me to keep the baby. Can you believe that?”

Nadia grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the box on Emily’s desk and pressed the tissues into her hand.

“He lives with his mom and can barely keep a job,” Emily blubbered, dabbing at her streaming eyes. “What the hell makes him think he’s ready to become a father?”

“Maybe fatherhood will cause him to reassess his priorities,” Nadia gently suggested. “Maybe it’ll force him to grow up.”