Audrey rises to her tiptoes and seals her mouth over mine. Her lips dance over mine, a soft, sweet kiss.
I can’t help the groan that rumbles through my chest. I slide my hand into her hair, desperate to touch her.
She wrenches herself away, breathing hard. “Take me upstairs, Seb,” she whispers.
Her hand in mine, I practically drag her to the elevator—except she’s coming willingly. I punch the button for the eighth floor and, as soon as the doors closed around us, I’m on her again, kissing her breathless.
She shoves me against the elevator’s wall. She can bodycheck harder than some of my defensemen. I let her get all up in my crease in a way I don’t allow with just anyone. It takes everything in me not to strip her naked right then and there.
The bell chimes and we pour out of the elevator. My room is halfway down the hall. It takes me three tries to swipe the keycard before she takes pity on me and pulls the card from my grasp.
She gets it on the first try. I knew she was a genius.
Tumbling into the room, I fuse my lips to hers again.
She shoves me forward onto the first bed and I pull her down with me, our legs tangling until she maneuvers to straddle me. Audrey tugs at my t-shirt and I pull it over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
She swallows loudly. “Oh, fuck.”
Worry ricochets through me. That’s not a woman’s usual reaction to me taking my shirt off.
“What’s wrong?”
She trails her fingers over the divots of my abs. “You’re fucking hot,” she says. Her hand moves lower, over the bulge in my athletic shorts. The stretchy material does a poor job concealing my erection.
“And that’s bad?” I ask carefully.
A devious smile spreads over her face. “It’s very, very good.”
She reaches for the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head. She shakes out her hair, the curls bouncing. Her bra is cherry red lace. My cock jerks at the sight and her eyes widen. I have the inexplicable urge to bury my face in her chest. I think I might drool.
Audrey cocks her hip, thrusting her breasts forward. “See something you like?”
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I blurt.
Drawing her down, I kiss her roughly. She settles over my lap, shifting over my cock. My hips flex up into hers and she lets out a shuddery breath before kissing me again.
My hands move to her hips, grinding her denim-covered pussy to cover my aching dick. Her hands rove over my chest and down my abs, then my arms. I flex for her, wanting to show off a bit. Her happy sigh makes all the hours sweating in the gym worth it.
As I slip my hand up towards the strap of her bra, she reaches behind her and unsnaps it, flinging it off. I cup her breasts in my hands, the perfect softness overflowing my palms.
Breaking the kiss, I lower my head and catch her nipple in my mouth, sucking until the bud pebbles beneath my tongue. Audrey gasps and clutches the back of my head to her breast, grinding down on my cock. Her hips swivel as she searches for friction, sending blood rushing through me to my throbbing erection.
I bite down gently on her nipple and she cries out, her head tossed back.
“Yeah, I’m going to need you to stop,” I tell her. My voice comes out low and rough like sandpaper.
Audrey arches an eyebrow. “Oh? You don’t want me to be loud?”
“Fuck, scream all you want.” My hands grasp her hips, pulling her down onto my cock. “Unless you want to ride me, I’m going to need you to stop bouncing on my dick before I come in my fucking pants.”
“What if I want to ride you?” She cocks her head.
My cock twitches, and I know she feels it against her core, because a slow smirk spreads over her face.
Tossing her to the bed beside me, I flick the button on her shorts and then the zipper, pulling the tiny tab down. She shimmies out of the denim. She doesn’t even let me get a chance to admire her little satin panties before she’s tossing them away, too.
Audrey is naked in my bed. This is not a drill.
