I lift my head from Taryn’s chest to return to her lips. I can’t have enough of her. The way she arches into me stokes my desire rather than quenching it.
My hands return to where my mouth was a second ago, but each touch makes me hungrier for more.
I feel my way down her thin waist, lifting the fabric of her dress when I reach her outer thighs.
“Are you gonna be wet for me if I check, Taryn?” I provoke her.
She answers by tormenting her bottom lip with her teeth, her pupils blown huge.
I find her inner thighs; the toned skin there is soft and smooth like silk.
The fabric of her panties is sopping wet, and I smile, moving it to the side to find smooth, bare skin.
I feel my way down her slit, dipping lower, and she’s so wet and hot for me, just like I knew she would be.
I’m here to keep my head down, to finish my degree, and to play hockey.
This is what this season is all about for me.
But the season hasn’t started yet, at least technically.
It’s probably a bullshit cop out from my plans, but right now it’s good enough for me.
I dip two fingers into her heat, gathering her wetness on the tips of my fingers and using it to rub a couple of light circles over her clit.
Taryn doesn’t close her eyes. She moans softly, and something inside me breaks.
I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, lapping up her sweet taste. I’m two seconds away from dropping onto my knees to get more of her sweetness until she comes all over my tongue.
But that would be a really bad idea.
It’s the way she’s looking at me; it’s more than I can take. It’s too much.
I’m not here for a deep connection. I should walk away, but I can’t. I want her too much.
My fingers hover over the buttons that close the front of her dress. If I fuck her like this, looking into her eyes, this is going to turn into more. Because I’m going to want more. But I promised myself that I would put hockey first in my senior year.
I should tell Taryn that this is a one-time thing. That I can’t afford to let it be more. At least not for now.
Is Taryn a one-night stand kind of girl? I have no idea, but I know I should make sure she’s aware that this is all I can offer; even at the risk that she might change her mind and tell me to get out.
“Taryn, this doesn’t mean…” I force out as I undo another button.
She shakes her head. “Don’t. I don’t want to talk. Not now.”
God, she’s so fucking perfect. But I’m an honest man and the last thing I want is to hurt her. “But I?—”
“Not now, Nash.” She reaches down between us and palms my erection through my jeans.
Fuck. I can’t fight what I want anymore. I know this is selfish, but my last shred of self-control is gone.
Things haven’t changed though. I still can’t bear the thought of being inside her while looking into those intense, soulful eyes.
So I let my primal instincts, my raw desire, take over.
“What are you—” she gasps as I manhandle her, forcing her to turn around and guiding her to the side of the sink.
“Hands against the wall.” I order, pressing her with my body.
