Page 48 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

"I guess. Where?"

"You'll see."

He leads me off the dance floor to the periphery of the room.

"It's still loud here," he says, frowning. "We can't really talk."

"I know, but are we here to talk?" I lick my lips slowly. "Or are we here to…"

"Are we here to what?" he says, glancing at me. He runs his hand behind my neck and brings me toward him. "Are you saying that you want me to devour you, Erica?"

"Now, would I say such a thing?"

"Maybe you wouldn't say it, but your eyes are telling me everything your mouth isn't."

He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead.

"A kiss for you here." And then he kisses me on my earlobe. "And a kiss for you here."

Then his lips press against my neck. My heart is racing now.

"And a kiss for you here."

I feel his hand move down the side of my body and then forward. He touches my breast, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Would you like a kiss here, as well?"

I nod slowly. I don't even know what else to say. I gasp as he takes a quick peek around us and then pulls my top down.

"What are you doing?" I say.

"Exactly what you asked for."

He leans down and slips my breast out of my bra, and before I know what he's doing, he's sucking on my nipple.

"Oh my gosh," I say as I lean back against the wall. I can't believe this is happening. Anyone could be staring at us. And yet, I don't even care.

He murmurs as he sucks on my nipple. Then he reaches over to the other breast and slips it out.

"You're so fucking hot," he says. His lips suckle my nipple while his fingers play with the other one. I run my fingers through his hair, moaning.

When he finally pulls away, he presses his chest against mine and then kisses up my neck until his lips meet mine again. I feel like I'm drowning. I'm drowning in lust. I'm drowning in emotion. And I'm drowning in a situation I've never been in before.

And yet, I don't feel like I'm going under. I feel like a mermaid. I feel like I can breathe. Finally. I feel like this is a bliss I've never experienced in my life, and I don't know why I haven't.

"Is this what it's always like?" I say as I kiss him.

"Yes," he says. "Sometimes."

He grins as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"If you want, I can show you something even better."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, follow me."

He squeezes my hand, and we move down the side corridor. He pushes open a door and looks inside.