“I love that you have them. It’s sexy.” He shoots me a crooked smirk that freezes me in place. “No one’s ever used them on you?”
I shake my head, face growing hot at the thought.
“You know, hockey is all about your dynamic with the team. There’s no one guy on the ice—we’re all the team when we score, when we attack, and defend. I’m a team player, baby. I know how to work with my teammates.” He selects my favorite vibrator, meeting my wide eyes. “These right here are my partners in crime, not the enemy. I want to use them while I play with you.”
My stomach dips pleasantly. He’s the first guy I’ve ever met who doesn’t hate the sight of my vibrator or think of it as competition. Rather than be afraid of a girl with sex toys, he accepts it enthusiastically.
“Okay.”
He gets to his feet, stepping into me. I’m lost when he kisses me, vaguely aware of the vibrator landing on the bed behind us. As his tongue makes me dizzy with each stroke, he works the Heston University t-shirt up.
The cool air makes my nipples harden. We pause for him to whip the shirt over my head, then he strips out of his. I bite my lip and skim my fingertips over the sculpted planes of his chest while he’s captivated for a moment by my bare tits. He cups them, making me bite back a soft noise of pleasure as he teases them.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “And still wearing too many clothes. I want to see all of you.”
His hands drag down my sides to push my leggings down. I hold onto his shoulders as he helps me step out of them. When they’re off, he kneels, lifting his gaze to mine. My stomach quivers when he places a kiss above my panties, then strips them off, leaving me completely bare.
Kneading the soft flare of my hips, he trails more teasing kisses along my pelvis. I cry out when he buries his face against me to taste my pussy. He encourages me to open my legs, nudging my thigh until I blindly find the bed frame to prop my foot on while his mouth seals over my clit. I sink my fingers in his thick brown hair, holding on.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Does it feel good?” His hot breath ghosting across my sensitive skin makes me shudder.
“Yes.”
He lavishes my pussy with more attention until my chest heaves with each breath and my hips rock with every sensual swipe of his tongue. But he pulls back before I come. I smother a disappointed noise as he gets to his feet and pulls me against him.
Easton’s mouth hovers over mine. “Maya.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to make you forget the word friend when I’m around.”
My breath hitches. “What do you mean?”
“If I haven’t made it crystal clear, I don’t want to be your friend whenever I do this.”
He claims my mouth, the kiss burning me up as much as his roaming touch.
“There’s no one else. Do you understand?” he rasps against my lips.
I nod. “You want to be my boyfriend, not my friend.”
“Boyfriend,” he repeats with a cocky tilt to his lips. “Yeah, I like the sound of that. Say it again, baby.”
I thought I’d never be someone who dated hockey players again, but there’s nothing making me uneasy. This isn’t the wrong decision.
A laugh puffs out of me. “Easton Blake is my boyfriend.”
He rumbles in approval, arms cinching tighter around me. “Damn right I am. You’re all mine. And I don’t share.”
I bite my lip. “I’m not telling my brother until after your second game against Elmwood. I don’t want him trying to kill you on the ice for being my boyfriend.”
“Let’s forget about your brother right now.”
I gasp as he picks me up and takes us to the bed, covering my body with his. He chuckles against my throat, the rough noise causing a delicious tug in my stomach.
“What?”
