"Yes—mark me, Jane."
She scratches harder. Claiming me the way I'm claimingher. Both of us leaving evidence. Both of us refusing to let this be something that only happened in our heads.
I reach around, find her breasts, palm them roughly while she's still moving. She arches into my hands, grinding down.
"West—I'm close—I'm so close—"
I feel it. The way she's tightening. The way her movements are getting erratic. Uncoordinated.Desperate.
I grip her hips. Stop her completely.
"No."
"What?" She's panting. Trembling. "But I—I need—"
"Not yet." My voice is rough. Final. "You don't come this time."
"West—please—"
"No."
I lift her off me. She whimpers at the separation—shaking, denied, soaking wet—and the sound of her frustration is the most erotic thing I've ever heard.
"That's notfair—"
"Stand up."
"I can't—I need—"
I sit up. Cup her jaw. Tilt her face until her eyes meet mine. She's flushed from hairline to collarbones, lips bitten red, pupils blown so wide there's barely a ring of brown left.
"You'll come when I let you. Not before." I brush my thumb across her lower lip. "Stand up."
She does. Legs trembling. Still wanting. Still mine.
Good.
I follow her up. Because what comes next, what I’m about to show her—
She turns around suddenly and pushes me back.
Hard. Both palms flat against my chest. I stumble back a step. Surprised.
Not from the force. From the shock of watching a woman who, eight days ago, had never been touched like this—taking control like she was born for it.
"Sit." Her voice is different. Not asking. Not pleading.Commanding.
"Jane—"
"Sit. Middle of the bed. Now."
I sit. Because in twelve years of professional hockey, no one has ever dropped me with a look. And this woman just did it barefoot and shaking.
She drops to her knees betweenmy legs. Eyes locked on mine. Her hands slide up my thighs—slow, deliberate—nails trailing faint lines on my skin.
“You denied me.” Her fingers close around me, confident as she strips the condom off and wipes me with a quick, wicked little swipe with the bedsheet. “I’m not working around that.”
She smiles—dangerous, gorgeous—and then she shows me exactly what she means.
