"If you'd like to come another way, I'm happy to oblige," he offers, his eyes slipping down my naked body. He's looking right at me, the bare space between my legs, and I am flushing from head to toe now.
Conner may be fine being naked, in broad daylight, on full display, and letting me drink him in like he's a free margarita atan all-inclusive resort. But I'm a little less comfortable and confident with him doing it to me. And he's definitely doing just that. Those hazel eyes linger and stare.
“Mac?” he prompts, but now he’s palming his erection again and I’m transfixed. “Tongue? Fingers? Cock? You got a toy you want me to pleasure you with? Whatever you want, I’m game.”
How does one respond to a perfect man offering any and all sexual favors? I can’t seem to find the right words, so instead I lean forward, grip his neck, and when our lips connect again I push my tongue into his mouth. The way he responds gives me a jolt of much-needed confidence. It’s not that I’m shy or even unsure. I don’t have sexual hang-ups. But I just can’t shake the feeling that we’re playing with fire. Not that it’s going to stop me. I’m perfectly willing… eager even, to get burned.
Conner isn’t a patient man, apparently, because while I’m gaining confidence from the kiss, he moves his hand between my legs and dips two fingers into me, sliding right in thanks to the fact that I’m so turned on. I can feel his response—a smile—against my lips.
He gives a husky command as his fingers move and my knees quiver. “Touch me too.”
I let a hand slip from his shoulder and find his cock. It’s warm, thick, and hard. I give it a firm, slow tug. His breath rushes from him in a heavy, happy exhale. I want to smile at bringing him pleasure, but his thumb is doing the perfect dance over my clit and I’m once again on the brink. “I think I want you to do more.”
“You think?” Conner repeats, and I rub his cock, which earns me a deep, satisfied grumble. “I need you toknow.”
“Oh fuck…” I pant and push my hips forward. His fingers move in the perfect rhythm just like his thumb. “I know. IknowI want more.”
“Spell it out for me Mac. In glorious, graphic detail.”
He’s still. Everything has stilled. My eyes flutter open and I tip my head back just a little so his handsome face is in focus. “I want you to fuck me, Conner. As hard and as long as you can.”
With his free hand he gently grabs my chin, tilts my head, and claims my mouth again. There's a new energy in his kiss. It's almost feral and it confirms he wants me as badly as I want him. Again, this is all unfathomable, really. I mean hell, we haven't seen each other in years, and I never ever thought this was how I would be spending the early hours of …
“Please for the love of God tell me you have condoms.”
Condoms? Right. Of course. We need those. And… I don’t have them.
“Ah… nope.” I sigh and just like that, the mood pops like a balloon hitting a pin cushion. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to look at him because what grown single woman, let alone a medical professional who knows all the risks, doesn’t have condoms? “I swore off sex when Beckett and I broke up, and men as a whole, so I just didn’t think I would ever need to have any in the house.”
His shoulders sag. Then his hand is gone, leaving me feeling exposed and a tinge embarrassed. I open my eyes. He looks like his goldfish just died. “You’ve got to have some, right? I mean, you’re a single, professional hockey player. You probably keep the condom industry alive. You… aresingle, right?”
Oh shit, I never even asked if he had a girlfriend. My bad. I mean I’m not an idiot. I knowsomeof these professional athletes play fast and loose with the definition of ‘committed relationship’ and it isn’t always the ones you’d think. But Conner gets this cute little line between his eyebrows as I wait for confirmation. “I wouldn’t be trying to fuck you if I wasn’t single, Mac. I was raised right. Also, I was coming home to admit defeat to my family and suffer through theholidays as a failure. I didn’t think a condom was required for that. I didn’t plan ahead and I just assumed you’d have them.”
I’m suddenly filled with defiance. Like level ten ‘We’re not gonna take it’ mode. I blink and bite my lip as I try to talk myself out of it, but then I look down. He’s still as hard as a rock. “You know for a guy who has it all, looks, sex appeal, talent, charm, intelligence, you sure as hell give up easily. You need more fight in you, Con. For your career and this.
Chapter 16
Conner
Before I have a second to figure out what the hell she’s talking about, Mac’s palms hit my shoulders with a little smack and I’m tipping over. My back hits the mattress with a little bounce, my head at the foot of the bed, and then she’s climbing over me. I just see her hair, wild curls bouncing everywhere, and then she’s dropping lower. And… holy hockey sticks.
Mac’s hand is around the base of my shaft again, but now her lips are on my tip. White hot heat shimmies down my spine. She circles her tongue around the head gently, like she’s tentatively tasting ice cream for the first time in her life. And then, the flat of her tongue swirls across me again, harder. Like ice cream is her new favorite thing. I exhale on the back of a moan and reach for her, my hands landing in her hair. “Mac… fuck me.”
She’s in full swing now, her hand sliding up and down my shaft as her head bobs in a perfect rhythm and I can’t keep my thoughts straight. All I can do is drown in the sensations of her full lips around my cock and her hot, wet mouth sucking and licking every inch of me.Everyinch.
I’m going to come and it’s going to be embarrassingly fast if she doesn’t stop the magic with that mouth. “Oh God… Mac… Wait…”
She pulls back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She’s smiling just a little bit, and her light eyes glint with something mischievous. “Are you changing your mind, or just trying not to come.”
“Latter,” I pant out.
“M’kay. Not stopping.” And then she’s swirling her tongue around my length again. I give up and give in to the delicious heat, friction, and pressure of this relentless, very goal-oriented, and incredibly gorgeous woman. It's not even three minutes later I have to warn her the end is nigh. But she doesn't move, she lets me come in her mouth, greedily sucking every last drop from me.
I lay there, fighting for breath and the ability to feel my limbs again. I would honestly just pass out I’m so spent but… it’s my turn. Or her turn, I guess. I’m betting I’m just as eager to taste her as she is to find release. And now I have a goal. She’s going to break apart on my tongue in less than three minutes. I can’t be the only quick shooter here.
“Come here,” I demand, trying to sound like I’m in control.
The mattress shifts and then she’s straddling my waist and leaning forward. Her hair wild around her face. She’s still smiling that sexy confident smile. I push myself up on my elbows and kiss her. I keep kissing her and lift off my arms, grabbing her ass and pulling her whole body forward. I break the kiss to lay back on the mattress and pull her up as I slide down.