Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel (6 page)

Damn, that was a rush.

He rewarded her with a long, deep, slow kiss, stroking and swirling his tongue against hers until she moaned into his mouth. Until her fingers curled around his hand.

Rafe was dizzy when he pulled back and let his free hand slide over the swell of her breast, her ribs, her flat belly, her thigh.

“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” He cupped the knee closest to him, and as he pulled her leg wide, he draped his over it as an anchor.

Then he moved his open hand up her inner thigh. Smooth. Warm. Supple. Her warmth and arousal floated on the air and added another burst of flame to his blood. He would taste every inch of her body over the next eight hours. But by the way she panted and squirmed, Rafe had to take care of first things first.

He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and moved them to the side. Her pussy was pink and glistening with wetness. Rafe groaned and stroked one finger through the soft folds.

Mia gasped. Her fingers tightened on his hand. “Rafe…” She breathed his name, filled with urgency and need, just like she did in his fantasies. “Let me undress you. Let me touch you.”

He stroked two fingers back the other direction. Mia’s body tightened, and her head fell back on a moan.

“Normally, I don’t do foreplay. But for you…”

He spread her wetness through her folds, gently searching for the bud of her clit. His finger slipped over the tiny bubble at the same instant Mia sucked a sharp breath.

He smiled, propped himself up on his elbow, and leveled his eyes with hers. A little confusion floated. Then he positioned his thumb and used her slickness to rub the slightest, gentlest circles directly on the raw tip of her clit.

“Ah…” Her mouth dropped open. Surprise flared in her eyes. But after a few more strokes, her expression relaxed into bliss. Her eyes rolled back, and her spine arched on a moan. “
God…
”

“For you,” he said, watching pleasure flash over her face, “foreplay will include a number of quick, intense orgasms before the real fun begins.”

She made a sound deep in her throat. Her hands clenched and released around Rafe’s where they were still trapped. And her body writhed against the bed. This was so much better than any fantasy he’d ever created in his own mind. Hearing Mia’s pleasure, smelling her skin, feeling her warmth, her body… This was absolute ecstasy.

“Rafe,” she choked out. “God.”

That was the only downside to these orgasms—they came fast and sharp. Of course, that wasn’t a downside when you needed to get a woman off so you could get rid of her, but in this case…

He lightened his touch even more and lowered his head to press his lips against hers. Her lids closed, and her lips pursed against his. But only for a moment before the pleasure became too intense. Her breaths came fast and hot. Her eyes hazed with ecstasy.

Having this kind of power over her was so good, it was a little scary. He didn’t have an addictive personality, but Mia could be his one exception.

“Rafe,” she breathed against his lips. “Please.”

Lust spurted through him in a hot gush. He growled and pulled back to focus on her face. He added a little pressure, a little speed. A pained look of extreme pleasure flooded her face. “Ah God…”

“I’m going to watch you come.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“Rafe,” she choked. “God…yes, ah,
ye—
”

Her orgasm broke the way they always did, like a firecracker. With a hard crack through the body, a scream, then gone, leaving Mia dazed, limp, and glowing.

The sweetest emotion crowded Rafe’s chest. He had an overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms and just hold her. But she wasn’t a child. This wasn’t her first orgasm—even if it was her first with him. And tonight was just one night.

So he pressed his face to her neck and whispered, “So beautiful.”

He released her wrists and smiled against her skin when she just left her arms there, stretched above her head.

Wrapping an arm at her waist, Rafe slid her farther up on the bed, then started his exploration of her body while she recovered. He unfastened her bra and eased it off her arms. Her breasts were little more than handfuls of perky, supple flesh he’d spent more time dreaming about than he should have. And now they filled his hands, softer, bouncier than he’d imagined. Her nipples were deep pink and hardened instantly at his touch.

“I never believed I’d ever get to touch you,” he said before opening his mouth over one breast.

“Mmm.” She hummed with pleasure as all ten of her fingers combed through his hair. Her nails scraped his scalp, and tingles spread down his neck. She fisted his collar and tugged. “Let me get you naked.”

Oh no. If he were naked, he’d be inside her. And it was way too soon for that. He stroked his tongue over her nipple again and again until she arched beneath him. Then he moved his mouth to the other breast, licked, scraped, and sucked.

“Rafe,” she complained, pulling at his shirt again. “Come here.”

Obviously, she was ready for more distraction.

He moved lower, kissing her ribs, her belly, her navel. He still couldn’t believe this was Mia. That his hands and mouth were on
Mia
. He hooked his fingers into her panties at the hips and dragged them down her thighs, standing to pull them all the way off.

Then he stared down at Mia Leighton lying in the middle of a king-size bed of gold, her hair a tousled mess, in nothing but black garter, stockings, and heels, waiting for Rafe.

“You are a serious fantasy come true.” His voice was dark and rough. He met her eyes, which were a little shy now, her knees bent and turned to the side. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you again, Mia.”

He reached for her knees, slid his hands behind them, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

She squeaked in surprise, then laughed a little and covered his hands with hers. Rafe took a long, slow, sweeping look at the curves of her body, at the small strip of hair over her pussy, and met her eyes again.

“Tell me, Mia,” he repeated, “how do you want it?”

He pulled her thighs wide and dropped to one knee. And with his gaze at eye level with her pussy, he slid one finger into her heat, slow and deep. Mia sucked a breath, and her belly hollowed out.

“Fuck me like you want it.” Her words drew his gaze up, and he found her watching him, lust etching her expression. “like you need it.”

He stroked her walls, searching for ridges. “You are going to feel so damned good around me.” Pulling out, he added a second finger and pushed deep until Mia’s eyes closed and she arched with a moan. “You’re going to be a tight, tight fit. I’m going to stretch you all around me.”

“Yes. Now.”

“Mmm, no.” He slid his wet fingers over her pussy, parting her folds and exposing that juicy clit again. “We’re still in Savage foreplay.”

Rafe lowered his mouth to her pussy with so much anticipation, his chest felt like it would crack. And when she was in his mouth, flooding every taste bud, he was sure he could have climaxed with little more than a brush of his cock. She was so soft. So warm. So delicious. And the way she rocked against his mouth and pulled at his hair made him want to tongue fuck her all night.

“Oh my God.” She rolled into a half crunch and held his head with both hands. He hummed and turned his head side to side, licking and sucking. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back, fingers curled into fists. “
Oh my God
.”

Jesus, her pussy trembled beneath his mouth in a pre-orgasm shiver. She was so easy to get off, it was almost too easy. Almost. But in Mia’s case, the more pleasure he could give her in this short time they had, the better. He put his tongue to work, stroking her with wide, solid swaths. She broke after the second. And continued to tremble as Rafe continue to eat. He wasn’t ready to stop. He’d been starved for her for years.

“Rafe, Rafe,
Rafe
…” Each call of his name increased in pitch until she screamed and bucked and broke again in a shivering hot mess.

Rafe still wasn’t done. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever be done. The more he got, the more he needed. The harder she came, the harder he wanted her next climax. And he pushed two fingers deep into her hot, wet pussy. “Mmm, so good. Can’t get enough.”

She had one hand fisted in her own hair and one in his. Her body started to move, and she whimpered.

This climax he teased out of her, getting a wicked high out of torturing her with pleasure. While he rubbed the growing bubble deep in her pussy, he barely flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Rafe.” She slammed both hands into the bed and fisted the comforter, then lifted her hips, rocking them toward his mouth. And damn, that was just so goddamned hot.

He covered her, growled, then took her clit between his lips and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Mia climaxed so hard, her scream was cut short. She bucked and twisted and moaned and whimpered. Then shivered and trembled and panted, while she kept a heavy hand on Rafe’s jaw.

“No more…” She said between breaths. “Need…a break.”

He pushed up, licked his lips, and leaned over her. “Don’t get used to it.” He pressed a kiss to her belly. “We’ve still got a lot of night left ahead.”

M
ia was fucked
.

Well, not yet. At least not in the literal sense, but she already knew this night wasn’t going to be what she’d planned, expected, or needed.

In fact, as she caught her breath, sprawled on the bed in next to nothing with the man who’d owned her heart since she’d been a teenager kissing his way up her body, Mia knew tonight might just turn out to be the worst mistake of her life.

Rafe pressed his face to her neck, kissing her with a hum of pleasure. Mia closed her eyes on emotions so strong and so wildly unexpected that tears stung. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and as soon as he lifted his head, she pulled him in and kissed him, pouring all those emotions into the connection.

He tasted musky and male. So alive. So primal. Mia used what little strength she’d recovered to push him onto his back and roll on top of him. And when she lifted her head, she found him smiling up at her. A big, authentic, quintessential Rafe grin, complete with that deep crescent in his right cheek. He reached up and pushed her hair off her face, then cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his thumb.

Mia closed her eyes and leaned her head into his hand, and when she looked at him again, his smile had faded.

“Where have you been all my life?” he asked, semiserious.

She laughed softly and started working on the buttons of his shirt to break the intensity of their eye contact. “Right behind my brother.”

Rafe sighed and stroked her arms up to her shoulders, then cupped her breasts. They tingled and tightened, her nipples hardening instantly. He brushed them beneath his thumbs, and a tug teased her pussy.

“Mmm.” She pushed his shirt open and stroked her hands over his cut abs, across his wide, muscular chest. Skin she’d seen countless times in the past during summer swims and gym workouts, but only imagined touching. Then trailed her hands down to his pants and worked his belt open, his button, his zipper. Leaning forward, she pressed one hand to the bed at his shoulder, and with her eyes on his, she pushed her hand into his pants, beneath the edge of his boxers. Her fingers slid over his length, followed by her palm and by the time she curled her hand around his cock, his gorgeous gray eyes were hazed with lust.

His lids closed, his brow furrowed, and a sound, part sigh, part groan, rolled from his chest.

He was long and thick. Hot and hard. Hunger gnawed low in Mia’s gut. Her pussy clenched for the feel of him filling her. Fucking her.

She pressed her lips to the center of his chest and stroked his cock as her mouth moved her way down to his navel. Tucking her fingers into his pants, she dragged them down his hips, carefully lifted them over his erection, and pulled them lower.

His cock bounced free, and Mia’s desire tripled. He looked even better than he felt. She’d never thought the male sex anatomy particularly attractive…until now. Maybe her feelings for Rafe or her depth of wanting him skewed her view, but scanning his cock made her mouth water. And she didn’t wait to get his pants off to dive in for a taste.

She gently stroked him, then opened and took as much of him as she could.

Rafe choked out a sound of shock and pleasure. His back arched and his hand fisted in the covers. Déjà vu. Only in reverse. Mia liked that idea. And she put all her focus into bringing him as much pleasure as he’d just brought her, which was certainly no chore. He felt like silky steel in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and supremely male. The sounds and sights of his pleasure turned Mia on in a way she’d never experienced before. And made Mia want to spend the night driving him crazy.

But she felt like she’d barely gotten to know all the intimate spots that made him moan and shiver when he took her face in his hands and drew her mouth from his cock.

When she met his eyes, his were dark with an intensity of desire she couldn’t ever remember seeing in a man’s expression before. “I’m not like you, baby. I can’t have orgasm after orgasm and be ready for another in minutes. And I really need to fuck you like I mean it. Like I want it. Like I love it. Because I’m hungry for you, Mia. And I can’t imagine getting enough of you in one night.”

Mia’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her heart squeezed too hard to get her brain to work, leaving her speechless.

He reached for his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. The thud-thud of his shoes on the floor behind her startled Mia out of her momentary stupor. She slid off the bed, and stripped off his pants and socks. Then stood there a moment, staring at the stunning male beauty of him.

She’d dated great-looking guys. Active guys who went to the gym every day or participated in athletics of one kind or another. Rafe’s body wasn’t the first fantastic body she’d seen, touched, or experienced. But it was obvious that the man behind the body made all the difference, something she’d never known before this moment. Something she only just realized was exactly what her exes had complained was missing in their relationships. And something she wished she hadn’t discovered. Not here, not now, and not with Rafe.

But here she was. With several hours left of her one night with a man she’d loved for so long, she almost couldn’t remember when it started. And feared it would never end.

He sat up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her between his thighs, where he pressed his face to her abdomen and kissed her. Then he tilted his head back and met her eyes. “We can stop anytime. If you’re having second thoughts—”

“Only regrets that it took us so long to get here.” Her voice shook. She cradled his face in both hands while the words “I love you” filled her mouth, pushing to get out. If she wanted to lose what ground they’d gained, that would be a surefire way to do it. So she swallowed them back and smiled. “But we’re here now.”

She reached for the wallet he’d left on the bed, leaning into him at the same time. “I assume you’ve got condoms in here.”

Rafe closed his arms around her and kissed her chest. One of his hands slid down and gripped her ass; the other moved up and pressed against the middle of her back. “Mmm-hmm.”

When she straightened, arms stretched behind him as she went through his wallet, Rafe kissed her neck, scraping his teeth along her skin and licking sensitive areas that made her tingle everywhere.

She found a condom, dropped the wallet with a relieved sigh, and ripped open the package.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin. “I love that sound.”

That statement hit Mia square in the stomach, and not in a good way. It reminded her of how often he did this. How insignificant the act of sex was in his life. That she was just another random drive-by for him, the only difference being that he’d known her longer than a week or a day. Or an hour. Rafe was a man whore. That wasn’t a secret. And there was nothing wrong with it. He was single; he made no promises. Just like he’d made none tonight.

Mia had to take a second to remind herself that this was about letting go, not grabbing hold.

“Give it to me.” He leaned away and reached for her arm.

But Mia pulled it back and smiled. “I got it.”

She took the erotic moments of rolling on the condom to reinforce her goals. To remind herself of how quickly and completely he could shut her out and how badly that hurt. How badly it affected her life.

Mia had a refreshed one-and-done frame of mind by the time the condom hit the base of his cock. And when he kissed her with a new ferocity, she let herself get swept up in the passion, while holding the emotion in the distance.

He wrapped one arm tight at her waist, slid back on the bed, and pulled her thighs wide, straddling his lap. He reached between them and rubbed the head of his cock across her opening. The friction felt so good, she moaned and her eyes fell closed.

Rafe slid one hand up her back and clasped her nape. Wrapped the other arm low on her hips and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Look at me, Mia.” His demand was soft, shaky. “I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”

Mia’s eyes opened, and her breath caught. Just when she thought she’d gotten her emotions under control, her chest expanded with a flurry of complex feelings. Her mind and heart spiraled with questions and confusion.

But before she could say anything, Rafe tightened the arm at her hips and drew her down. His cock impaled her in one swift thrust. Mia’s muscles tightened, and a cry of surprise, pain, and pleasure rolled from her chest. She fisted her hands in Rafe’s hair.

Almost instantly, the pain disappeared, leaving Mia with a decadent pressure where Rafe filled her.

Rafe. Filled. Her.

“God,” Rafe whispered. “So perfect, Mia.
So perfect
.”

He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. His expression was so soft, so affectionate, so filled with the same emotions filling her, and her heart broke a little. But she wasn’t sure why.

Then he rolled his knees under him while he held her in position. Once they were upright, face-to-face, he started to move. Using those muscled thighs that made him one of the fastest hockey players in the world, he drove his cock deep, leaving no room for anything but rush after rush after rush of intense, mind-bending pleasure.

Mia clung to his shoulders as he pummeled her, driving toward his own release. His features hardened and sharpened. His eyes hazed over with a level of lust that reached deep inside Mia and twisted.

And when he finally let his eyes fall closed, turned his face into her neck, and whispered, “Mia, Mia, Mia…” with a tortured kind of bliss, tears rose to her eyes.

She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and held tight, riding wave after wave of penetration with his name whispering past her own lips.

The way he held her, so tightly, so lovingly, the way he controlled his thrusts in long, deep strokes, as if he wanted to feel every inch of her, as if he wanted to draw out the moments he was inside her, made something elemental shift in her chest.

She’d never been loved like this. If this was a hookup, if this was purely sexual, then she’d been missing the boat all her life. Because no one had ever made her feel so wanted, so loved, or so cherished as Rafe did now.

And even when his thrusts quickened and his body vibrated with his impending release, when other men could think about nothing but sating their own overwhelming need, she was at the front of his thoughts.

He took hold of her chin, pulled her gaze to his, and demanded, “Come with me, Mia.”

Then he kissed her, mirroring the hunger of his body in his kiss. The combination of physical and emotional assault coalesced, and Mia broke with a scream. She buried her face in Rafe’s neck, her body still quaking with aftershocks when his own climax hit. His strong body twisted and bowed and shuddered in the fiercest, most stunning display of male sexuality Mia had ever witnessed.

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms while their bodies settled and they caught their breath. And as Rafe pressed sweet kisses to Mia’s neck, she knew this exercise in letting go of her girlish fantasies of the boy from her past had not only backfired, it had created an even deeper need for the man he’d grown into. A need that would stretch long into her future.