Page 59 of Just a Little Tempted

“Hockey players are tough,” Fallon said gently from across the room. “He’ll be okay.”

One by one, everyone offered comfort in their own way. A kind word, a reassuring smile, a squeeze on the shoulder. I sat there watching, something warm spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with the relief of seeing Miles skate off the ice.

Raina fit here. Effortlessly, naturally, as if she belonged in my world. It felt right in a way I’d never experienced before.

The game ended with a narrow win for the Lynx. Miles had returned to the ice for the final minutes, looking none the worse for wear, and the winning goal had sent my living room into chaos—cheering, high-fives, the twins jumping up and down.

Now, as the excitement faded and people began gathering their things to leave, I made a decision. I came up behind Raina while she was saying goodbye to Wren, placing my hands on her hips and pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. She shuddered as she closed the door after our last guest, leaning back into me instinctively.

“Stay tonight,” I murmured against her skin.

I’d seen her every day this week at the office, but it wasn’t enough. I missed the intimacy we’d shared at Neptune’s Kingdom. Waking up beside her, falling asleep with her body tucked against mine, the quiet moments between the chaos where it was just the two of us.

I missedher.

Raina didn’t hesitate. She turned in my arms, that perfect sunshine smile spreading across her face, and that was all the answer I needed.

I kissed her.

What started soft and sweet quickly deepened into something hungrier. Her fingers slid into my hair, her body pressing against mine, and I walked her backward toward the living room without breaking the kiss. We bumped into furniture and laughed against each other’s mouths.

Her hands found the hem of my t-shirt and tugged upward. I broke the kiss long enough for her to pull it over my head, then her palms were on my chest, sliding over my abs, tracing the lines of muscle with obvious appreciation.

“God,” she breathed. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. One slow pull and the fabric loosened, slipping off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood before me in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties, her skin golden in the dim light, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Your turn,” she said, her eyes dropping meaningfully to my jeans.

She placed both hands on my chest and pushed—not hard, but with clear intent. I let myself fall backward onto the couch, watching with heated anticipation as she stood over me, a playful smile curving her lips.

I kicked off my shoes and made quick work of my jeans and briefs while she watched, her gaze tracking every movement with undisguised hunger. Then I was naked, sprawled back against the cushions, my cock already hard and aching for her.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly, and watched her eyes darken as she licked her bottom lip. She reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down her thighs, stepping out of them.

Completely naked. Completely gorgeous. Completely mine.

She crossed to where I sat and brushed my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her own tight grip. “That’smine,” she said, her voice low and possessive.

A groan rumbled up from my chest. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.” She stroked once, twice, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. “Allmine.”

I smirked at her. “And what exactly are you planning to do with it?”

Her smile turned wicked. “Let me show you.”

She climbed onto my lap, her knees bracketing my hips, and I had to grip the couch cushions to keep from grabbing her immediately. She was so close, the heat of her hovering justabove where I needed her, but she made me wait, her eyes locked on mine as she positioned herself.

Then she sank down, taking me deep in one smooth motion.

“Fuck.” The word tore out of me, rough and desperate.

She was perfect. Hot and tight and wet, her body gripping me like she was made for my cock. I grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, pulling her down until she’d taken every inch. Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment neither of us moved. We just breathed together, adjusting to the sensation, the connection.

Then Raina started to roll her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against me in a way that made sparks shoot up my spine. I let her set the pace, content to watch her chase her pleasure—the way her head fell back, the soft sounds escaping her lips, the flush spreading across her chest.