His fingers dive in, and my head falls back with a moan. I feel his breath against my lips as his tongue traces my bottom one before moving to my neck.
“We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty red lips…yet,” he grins against my skin as he sucks the flesh behind my ear instead.
His presence consumes me as I feel his hard body against me and inhale his scent that drives me wild. All the pent-up energy that’s been stirring between us since I first saw him on the ice tonight comes crashing to a head.
I suddenly need more.
I want more.
My hands go to his pants as I fumble with his buckle, lowering his zipper. He stills and groans as I rub down the length of him through his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard, leaving me no doubt that he wants me just as much.
“Fucking you in a closet with your family on the other side of the wall is a dangerous game to be playing, sunshine.”
“I take care of what is mine, too,” I rasp, releasing him and wrapping my hand around his swollen skin. “If you’re too afraid of getting caught, I can stop,” I tease, making a move to remove my hand and giggle when he firmly covers his hand over mine and guides it down the length of him again.
“I think we both know that I don’t give two fucks about being caught.” He lifts me up and pins me to the wall as my legs lock tightly around him.
Faint conversation filters through the thin walls as people dine just a few feet away, completely unaware that we are sating a hunger far more dangerous than theirs.
“Try not to scream, sunshine. This one's going to be fast and explosive.”
Sliding my thong to the side, he centers himself and thrusts in deep as I bite my lip to stifle a cry.
“Jesus,” he pants, filling me again, harder this time. “Always so fucking good,” he moans into my neck before sucking deep on my flesh.
“Yes,” I whimper, feeling the buildup deep in my core. “So good,” I groan as he hits spots deep inside that quickly knock me to the edge.
His fingers dig into my ass as mine tighten in his hair.
“You are going to sit at the table for the rest of the night with my cum coating this sweet pussy,” he growls. “Since I can’t touch you, you are damn well going to feel me slide down your thighs and remember who you belong to.”
“You,” I breathe. “I belong to you,” I moan as my body explodes on my last words. Biting back a scream, my walls pulse around him as my orgasm overtakes all coherent thoughts.
“Savi,” he groans my name as his warm release pours into me, igniting all kinds of sensations as I feel him constrict deep inside in the same frantic rhythm.
“Holy shit. Fast and explosive is right,” I pant, trying to catch my breath after the last tremor leaves my body.
“It’s always been explosive with us,” he chuckles softly. “Anger, sex…love. It’s never not felt like a thousand fireworks shooting off at once.”
“True,” I giggle, bringing him to me, and kissing his lips softly, being careful not to leave any red evidence on his skin. “I love you, Knox,” I breathe against his soft lips.
“And I love you, sunshine,” he smiles against me before fingering my necklace again.
“Thank you again for everything.” I touch the charm between my breasts and smile. “It meant so much to me to wear your number tonight knowing you asked me to.”
“Not as much as it meant to me. I know I see my number in the stands all the time with fans wearing my jersey, but it’s not the same as seeing you wear it. I’ve never felt anyone on the ice with me since my mom sat in the stands cheering me on.” He brushes back my hair and looks at me with such love in his eyes that I feel it deep inside my soul. “Not until you,” he says softly.
“I’ll always be that person for you.” I reach up and palm the side of his face as he covers my hand and kisses the underside.
“You were always meant to be. I just needed to believe I could be that for you.”
“And do you? Believe that now?”
“You make it damn hard for me not to when you look at me like I am. Either way, I got a taste of you now, and the selfish bastard in me would have stayed and ruined you anyway,” he grins before slowly sliding out and setting me gently on the ground.
“I’m not complaining,” I laugh, adjusting my clothes and smoothing down my skirt as he fixes his pants. “What did you tell them when you left?”
“I just told them I saw someone I knew and wanted to say hi. Thought it could buy me more time than saying I had to use the restroom.”
