Josie crashes into me, andfuck, she tastes exactly like I remembered.
Sweet and desperate andmine.
My hands find her hips, hauling her against me, and she's already clawing at my shirt, her mouth hot against mine like she's been thinking about this every bit as much as I have.
"This is such a bad idea," she gasps between kisses.
"The worst." I walk her backward until her ass hits the desk. "Terrible."
I drag my mouth down her throat, finding that spot just below her ear that made her fall apart the first time. She shudders against me. "Tell me to stop, then."
"Don't you dare," she breathes.
That's my girl.
The whole arena is dead quiet around us, just the dead silence of the building and the distant whisper of the ocean against the windows.
We're completely alone.
And I have absolutely no intention of being gentle.
I crowd her against the desk, my body caging hers in.
"All day," I growl against her neck, my hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts. "You've been driving me insane all fucking day. Sitting up in those stands, watching me like you weren't thinking about exactlythis."
"You ignored me," she pants, even as her hips arch into mine. "You looked right at me and—"
"Because if I'd looked at you any longer," I say, my hand drifting lower, popping the button on her leggings, "I would've skated straight off the ice and dragged you into the equipment room."
I slide my hand into her leggings, andChrist. She's soaked. Hot and slick and so wet my fingers slip against her without any effort at all.
"Fuck, Josie." I press my forehead against hers, dragging two fingers through her arousal. "You're drenched."
"I—" She gasps as I circle her clit, pulling her entire body harder against me. "I may have started something this morning. And didn't finish."
A growl rips out of me. "Did you now?"
"Colin called." Her hips chase my hand, desperate. "Right when I was—oh, God, right there—right when I was thinking about you."
Thatdoes something to me. The image of her in that hotel bed, hand between her thighs, thinking aboutme.
I slide one finger inside her, then a second, and she clamps down so tight I have to grit my teeth.
"You were thinking about me?" I murmur, working her slow and deep, my thumb circling her clit. "Tell me what you were thinking about."
"Declan—"
"Tell me." I crook my fingers, hitting that spot that makes her whole body jerk. "Or I stop."
"Don't you fuckingdarestop."
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. I've still got the marks on my back from that first night, and fuck, I want more.
"I was thinking about… about that first night. About having you in my mouth. About the way you—oh—"
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the moan before it can echo through the whole damn building. Not that I care if anyone hears. There's no one here. And even if there were, her pussy is gripping my fingers so tight I'm not sure anything short of an act of God would make me stop.
I piston my fingers into her, my palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. She's making the most beautiful sounds against my mouth, these high, broken little whimpers that go straight to my cock.
