She laughed. “Good. I enjoyed it. It turned me on.”
She was an amazing woman. He threaded his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp where he’d grabbed her hair so roughly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. I told you. I liked it.”
He let his hand drift down over her shoulder and arm, resting it on her hip. Touching any part of her body was always a turn-on for him. His cock twitched to life again, which surprised the hell out of him considering that she’d absolutely wrecked him not that long ago. “Yeah? So when you’re watching my games, you’re thinking about sex on the ice rink, huh?”
“Not particularly. Just sex with you. Location never matters much to me.”
“Good to know. He reached for the button on her jeans. “Ever thought about the locker room?”
She looked around. “No. But it’s an interesting idea.”
He dropped down to his knees and pulled her boots off, then reached for her jeans, tugging them over her hips. “It would be a new experience for me, too.”
Left in her panties, kneesocks, and a clingy top that covered her hips, she straddled the bench in front of his locker.
“You are just about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
The look she gave him sizzled his nerve endings. “You say all the right things.”
He pulled one of her legs over so she was facing him, then spread her legs. “I only say what’s true, Lina. Now hold on to the bench while I take your panties off.”
Carolina lifted her hips while Drew removed her underwear.
“Your knees are red,” he said, kissing each one before smoothing his hands over her thighs. “Do they hurt?”
“They’re fine.” She’d been so tuned in to him on the ice she hadn’t noticed the cold. Her gaze had been riveted on his face, the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed when she’d sucked him in deep. Even now, remembering the way he’d arched his back as he filled her mouth, her clit quivered, her * aching to be filled.
Everything about Drew was a lesson in art, especially sexually. The two were intrinsically tied together. He was so honest sexually, and he loved exploring and pushing boundaries. He had no hang-ups that she was aware of, and being with him was so refreshing. Every time she was with him, she didn’t know what was going to happen.
Like now, as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex. Here, in the locker room. She knew they were alone, but the thought of someone coming in, of being caught, added an element of danger, just as it had when she’d sucked his cock on the ice.
She arched into him as he rolled her clit with his tongue, then added his fingers to increase her pleasure.
She was already on the edge, so ready to come, especially in this danger zone. And yet, she resisted, mesmerized by Drew’s dark head between her legs, his broad shoulders, and his oh-so-magical tongue doing incredible things to her. She gripped the bench and spread her legs wider, giving him better access, hoping beyond hope that he’d continue to do . . .
“Yes, right there. Don’t stop, Drew. That’s going to make me come.”
And he did. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it as she yelled out with her orgasm, all that pent-up energy releasing when she came. Drew grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and sat on the bench, pulling her on top of him while she was still spasming with aftereffects of her amazing orgasm.
She sat on his lap, sliding down over his shaft, every glorious inch of him filling her. Sensations were heightened from her climax, rippling through every nerve ending as Drew grasped her hips and thrust, burying himself deep.
She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, giving Drew access to her breasts. When she leaned forward and slid her nipple between his lips, he sucked, and she thought she might die from the extreme sensation shooting straight to her *.
He cupped her breasts and fed from her nipple, sucking it deep, then moved to the other breast, kneading it and flicking the nipple with his tongue.
She moaned, sliding her fingers in his hair. “I really like that.”
He popped the nipple out of his mouth and looked up at her. “I know you do. I can feel your * gripping me when I suck your nipples.”
She dug her knees firmly to his hips and rode him, lifting and then dropping down on his cock, rubbing her clit against him so she’d go off again.
Drew cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, making her dizzy with the way his lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then deeper, a sensuous dance of tongues and lips that never failed to take her to emotional depths that turned her world upside down.
She pulled back and lifted, watching as his cock pulled partway out. She eased down over him again, taking him all the way in, teasing both of them until she thought she might explode.
She was close. Oh, so close.
“Take us both there, Lina,” he said, holding tight to her while she rocked back and forth, getting the friction she needed.