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She gazed back at him in frustration.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, stroking her hair back from her face. “Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”

The answer sprang immediately to her lips, but she didn’t say it. A question that important, that significant, deserved some thought. So she thought about it. And the answer was the same. “Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“But I like to be in control.”

“Yeah. I know.” One corner of his mouth kicked up. “But maybe it could be good to let go of control for a change. Hmmm?”

Resistance flared up inside her. She liked to be in control. She
had
to be in control. Being vulnerable and helpless like this made her feel…scared.

But yet, it wasn’t Tag she was afraid of. So what was it?

She pressed her lips together, still studying his face. She’d known him most of her life. She knew his character—his reputation on the ice was the same as off the ice. He was known as an ethical player, someone who took responsibility, who stood up for others who needed it, who played by the rules, always did his best. He’d always been like that, on and off the ice. She knew she was safe with him.

“It’ll be good,” he said, still stroking her hair.

“I like to be on top.”

He turned his head slightly and his eyes darkened. “We’ll take turns.”

A smile tugged at her lips and she gave in to it. “You always were so fair. And bossy.”

The smile they shared had something soft and warm unfurling inside her, something big and expansive that made her throat ache a little.

Chapter Nine

He was torturing both of them by prolonging this. But for some reason, he didn’t want to go from zero to sex in two point five seconds. He wanted to turn her on, bring her up, play with her a little and make it so, so good.

He leaned over and kissed her mouth. “Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me do this.” Now that she was naked, he wanted to be too, so he rose and got rid of his cargo shorts and underwear. His cock sprang up and he gave it a couple of long, slow strokes as he moved over her on the bed. She watched him, her eyes on his hand, lips parted hungrily. Oh man.

He knelt between her thighs. She winced a little as he parted them and he smiled. “Still sore, sweetheart?”

“Just a bit. I’m okay.”

“Good.” He bent and kissed one thigh, smooth and soft, then kissed his way up to her hip bone, across her tummy to the other hip and down to that thigh. He stretched out on the bed then and gently pushed her knees back to reveal her to him. He studied her. Fascination with the female body filled him, along with admiration and intense arousal. What mysteries and raptures were hidden away between women’s legs, so secret, so delicious. Pink and plump, her soft, hairless folds glistened with her own arousal. He kissed her there, soft little closed-mouth kisses up one side, and down the other. He nuzzled the tiny patch of dark hair, breathed in the sweet female scent of her. His mouth watered to taste her. He swallowed and rubbed his face on her thigh, his whiskers rasping a little on her soft skin. “Nice, Kyla. So beautiful.” With his thumbs he parted her flesh, revealing deeper pink, more creaminess, and now he drew his tongue through the slit. Her body jerked and her fingers curled into the sleeping bag. Soft cries of pleasure filled the tent.

“Sweet.” He swallowed her taste, licked her again, slow, long, lush licks, then kissed her clit. She cried out again. He played with her clit with his tongue, loving how it swelled and strained against his mouth, how she pulled her knees back even more. He slipped his hands under her ass and held her to his mouth, feasting on her with his lips and tongue and, so carefully, his teeth. “So sweet, Kyla.”

“Oh god, oh my god.” Her head turned from side to side on the pillow. “Oh Tag, that’s so good.

“You taste so good, baby.” He swiped his tongue over the softest flesh, her scent filling his head. “Oh man, Kyla. I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Do it!”

He looked up at her, his gaze tracking over her flat stomach and soft breasts, her arms still pinned beneath her. “Uh-uh. That just earned you more torture.”

She whimpered and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

“I was going to make you come,” he continued, sliding a finger inside her. Wow. So wet. “But now you’ll have to wait.”

He teased her with the very tip of his tongue, licked lower, nipped at her butt cheeks. “You have the sweetest ass, Kyla. Have I ever told you that?”

She made a little noise that might have been a no.

He loved how her firm round cheeks filled his palms. He continued to lick her, slow and long, easing around her clit, but never on it. Her soft whimpers teased him and urged him on.

His thumb gathered up some of her cream and rubbed it around her puckered rear entrance. Her body twitched hard and she made a strangled noise. He looked up again to gauge her reaction. “Like that, Kyla?”

“I don’t…know.”

He wasn’t sure if she said “know” or “no” so he did it again experimentally. Her moan of pleasure told him what he needed to know. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, the thought of taking her there tightening his balls excruciatingly. But that would be later.

He flicked his tongue over her clit again. She sucked in a breath. He played there again, and when her thighs tightened and he felt her pussy clench, he drew back.

“Taaaag!” Her soft wail of protest made him smile. “I was so close…”

“I know.” He moved up over her now, knees on either side of her body, until his cock was right at her mouth. Her eyes watched it, blinking rapidly. “Suck me, Kyla.” He held his dick right at her mouth and rubbed it over her bottom lip. Her lips parted, so obediently, so sweetly, heat flared inside him. He pushed in gently, and when her mouth closed around the head, a ragged groan tore from his lips. His eyes fell closed as white-hot sparks whipped through his veins. “Aw, Christ, Kyla!”

Her little tongue explored the head of his cock while her lips wrapped around and she sucked greedily. Oh hell. For a moment he’d wondered if he was pushing too hard, but he’d seen the look of rapturous hunger on her face, and oh yeah, she wanted this too. He opened his eyes, eager to see the visual, to see her pretty lips on his swollen dick. At that moment she looked up at him, lashes framing her eyes like starbursts, and he felt like he’d just taken a hard check into the boards.

His balls grew even tighter at the root of his cock, her mouth consuming him, sensation building at the base of his spine. “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, watching her suck him with a look of such intense pleasure on her face he almost erupted. But no. He’d made her wait and he wasn’t going to end this already, this way. She was going to come around his cock buried deep inside her and then he’d come too. He pulled out of her hungry mouth and she looked up at him and pouted.

He liked that. Exhilaration streamed through him as he reached for a condom, something else he kept in his little bag of kinky tricks. He sheathed up and then rolled her to her side and unwrapped the tape from her wrists.

“Oh,” she breathed, stretching her arms out. He took hold of her wrists and eased her arms up, ran his hands over her small muscles to ease any discomfort.

“Okay?” he murmured.

“Yes. Now I can touch you.”

“Gonna fuck you now, Kyla,” he said, once again moving between her legs. “Can’t wait any longer.”

He watched her face, watched the sweet smile that made her eyes crinkle up in a way that was so goddamn familiar and appealing.

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

Something clenched in his chest. “Now
that’s
the right way to answer,” he growled, remembering her earlier command to “do it”, and her smile deepened, so sexy and warm.

“I’m a fast learner,” she said, reaching for his shoulders. “And you’re bossy.”

“Yep.” His voice came out gruff, but inside he was marshmallow soft and gooey at the fact that once again she’d amused him, right in the middle of hot sex. What a woman.

This was bad. This was so bad. He’d had a lot of good sex in his life, great sex even. Ménage sex, kinky sex, straight up vanilla sex. But he’d never had this feeling of falling, of sliding slowly into something deep and consuming, a feeling of overwhelming need to have this woman, to make her happy, to protect her from the world, from herself, from every damn thing. What the hell
was
that?

In a daze of lust and confusion he rubbed his gloved-up cock through her slick moisture, then pushed into her. Heat. He felt her heat through the latex, surrounding him, pulling him in deeper. He groaned, knees spread wide, hands on her thighs pushing them back. The soft noises coming from her throat inflamed him more, her hands reaching for him, pulling him to her.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes, yes please, Tag, fuck me. Like that.”

He slid in farther, her tight heat grasping his cock like a fist, and he fell over her, kissed her mouth with all the emotion swelling up inside him, sliding his tongue inside, again and again, as his cock slid in and out of her, wetness and heat, sparks and flames.

She felt so good, so fucking good, Christ. He pushed the hair back off her forehead as he kissed her and held her head and moved inside her, rocking against her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails a small bite of pain. “Kyla,” he moaned. “Kyla.”

She kissed him back, her mouth open for him, her tongue sliding against his. Did she taste herself on his mouth? The thought had more flames flickering inside him. Pressure built inside him, tingles at the base of his spine, his balls tightening. Oh man. Oh man. He was gonna come, soon, but she had to come first. Oh man.

He rose back up onto his knees, slid his hands to her waist and admired her as he thrust into her, slowing it down. Her breasts jiggled enticingly on her chest at each push and she lifted her hands to cup them. She pinched her own nipples, already so dark and hard. Fuck, that was hot! He tipped his head back briefly and fought for control.

Then he slipped a hand down to where they were joined, found her swollen little clit and rubbed. She made a soft noise, her hips moving against his, and once again their eyes met in a small explosion of heat and sparks, a magnetic connection that sucked him into a spinning haze. “There?” he asked.

She gave a jerky nod, and her eyes drifted closed. “Uh…” More sweet little noises followed, her pussy tightening around him, making him burn so hot. So hot. His veins pulsed with heat, flames licked over his balls and tingles raced up his spine. So close…he slowed his strokes while he rubbed her clit, breathing fast. He watched her face, so beautiful, flushed pink, her long brown hair spread wildly on the pillow around her head.

He felt her body tighten, her pussy clench around his dick and she gave a long, low cry of pleasure that had his heart nearly exploding out of his chest. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, thrusting into her slick heat, feeling her pussy ripple around him. She gave another soft wail and then she grabbed his wrist to hold his hand still.

“Too much,” she gasped. He got it, and moved back over her and kissed her mouth, slid his hands into her hair and fucked her with hard strokes. She met each stroke and sensation burned and twisted through his body.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned against her lips. “Gonna come now too…oh Christ.”

He let it come now, the orgasm that had been building, intense, barely controllable. His vision darkened, his body tightened and then pulsed inside her in, hot heavy spurts. A growl tore from deep inside him as he pressed into her, ecstasy erupting from inside him and flowing in heated waves of pleasure.

They stayed like that for a long time, her hands roaming his back, her lips pressing soft kisses to his shoulder and his neck. His lungs burned as he fought for breath, heart gradually slowing to a near-normal rhythm. Sweat dampened both their skins, and he finally lifted up to look down at her. He stroked damp hair off her forehead and their eyes met.

Whoa.

Her slow, sweet smile made something soft and hot expand inside him, so big he felt like bursting. He smiled back at her in response. “Wow,” he said, fingertips moving over silky hair, soft skin.

“Yeah. Wow.” Her hands ran over his ribs. “That was…wow. I came so hard.”

Satisfaction swelled inside him now too. He kissed her lips. “Good.” He moved inside her, his cock still hard, and her breath hitched in her throat.

“Still…sensitive,” she whispered.

“Wanna make you come again.” He nuzzled her hair and breathed in her scent, flowers and spice and coconut.

“Oh.”

“In a few minutes.” He gave one last thrust, then withdrew, reaching to hold the condom in place. “Let me get rid of this.”

As he disposed of the condom in some tissues, Kyla let out a small shriek. “Eeep!” She scrambled into the sleeping bag and pulled it over her head. A moth had somehow found its way into the tent and fluttered around the lamp in dizzy circles.

Grinning, Tag captured the moth and quickly liberated it from the tent. “Afraid of a harmless little moth, Mac?” he said, climbing into the sleeping bag beside her. “It’s gone.”

She lifted her head. “I know they’re harmless. I just don’t like them flying around like that.”

He smiled and pulled her against him. She curled up like a kitten, fitting perfectly to him, her face pressed to his throat. He drew in a long slow breath and let it out just as slowly. That had been kind of…brain-scrambling. Hotter than hot. He pressed his hand into the small of her back, bringing her closer still. His other hand slid into her hair and cupped her head.

He could stay like this forever.

“So nice,” she murmured.

“Mmm.”

For once he didn’t want to go to sleep. Or go home, like he usually did after sex. In fact, he wanted to talk. He wanted to know all about Kyla, her life now, her job, everything. “How’s your mom doing, Kyla?”

She stirred a little against him. “She’s good. At least as far as we know.”

“It must have been hard.”

“Yeah.” She talked, hesitantly at first, about her mom’s cancer diagnosis and the emotional roller coaster it had been for the entire family.