I turn to Freya, more than ready to back her up against the door if she’ll allow me, but the second I look into her eyes, I know she’s on a different page. She’s focused and determined; she’s in work mode.
“I’ve already made your post-game snacks. I just need to plate them up for you.”
She takes a step forward, ready to do what she just said, but I shift to the side, stopping her.
“I don’t want food right now,” I state.
Okay, so it’s not entirely true. I played a full game of hockey tonight. I’m hungry. But it’s not what I want the most.
I step into her, forcing her to take one back until she bumps the front door, almost making my fantasy come to life.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night, Whirlwind,” I confess. She swallows thickly as I stare down at her. “Since the moment I put that jersey on your bed, all I’ve been able to think about is seeing you in it.” I lean closer, pressing my forearms against the door on either side of her head. Her breathing is labored, her chest heaving, giving away that she’s not the only one battling with what she really wants tonight. “Seeing you in nothing but it.”
I lean closer still, letting her breath tickle over my mouth as she gazes up at me, her lips parted, her eyes alight with desire.
“Cole,” she breathes.
“Fuck,” I rasp, loving the way my name sounds from her lips.
So fucking sexy.
“I want you.”
Her breath catches.
She shakes her head as if she can’t believe me. Won’t believe me.
“You know I do,” I continue. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. I’ve tried to do the right thing, but I can’t any longer. I need you. I…fuck…you’re all I can think about. When I’m home, all I want is to spend time with you; when I’m on the road, all I want is to come back so I can see you. It’s driving me fucking—” My words are cut off as she presses up on her toes and brushes her lips against mine.
It’s the simplest of kisses, and yet, I’m pretty sure it’s the best one I’ve ever experienced.
One of my hands drops, wrapping around the side of her neck, anchoring her to me.
A groan rumbles between us, and it takes a moment to realize it’s coming from me.
She reaches out, her hand gripping my waist, holding me in place.
“More,” I beg, my eyes holding hers, pleading for it not to end here.
I can’t survive with just that one taste.
My body aches for her, my cock already hard and desperate, my heart racing dangerously fast in my chest.
“Please.”
Her fingers twist in the fabric of my shirt, gently pulling me closer, and I go willingly.
Tonight has been the ultimate foreplay, and I am more than ready for what comes next.
With one hand still holding her neck, I close the space between us, letting the heat of her body meld with mine before Ikiss her. It’s a couple of sweet lip brushes, but both of us are too needy and desperate to leave it there.
“You said you wanted more,” Freya murmurs against my lips. “Take it.”
It takes me a moment to register her words. It all seems too good to be true.
But once that moment is over. Well…it’s fucking on.
