Page 143 of Risking the Pucking Defense

I drop my forehead to hers, keeping myself seated inside her.

“I haven’t been with anyone in⁠—”

Her hand lands on my cheek. “I trust you,” she whispers, her eyes holding mine, letting me see just how big a deal those words are to her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything that⁠—”

“I’m sure. Please, don’t stop,” she begs.

“Never,” I promise, pushing a little deeper inside her.

She gasps, her eyes closing, severing our connection.

“I’m hurting you.”

“It’s…just take it slow.”

“I’ll stop, it’s o⁠—”

Her eyes fly open, and I swallow nervously at the fierce determination within them.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she warns, making me laugh.

“Okay,” I concede.

I take it slow for a few minutes, but before long, she’s reaching for my ass and forcing me deeper.

“More, Hayden. You won’t break me.”

“Jesus Christ. We might break me.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” she teases before shoving at my chest, silently telling me to roll over.

I take her with me, giving her full control.

With her hands on my chest, she takes exactly what she needs from me, and I happily watch as she does so.

Best sight in the world.

In only a few minutes, her nails are raking across my chest, adding to the marks she’s left on my body before she’s clamping down on me and falling into her second release of the morning, dragging me right along with her.

It’s a sight that will never, ever get old.

She collapses on top of me a sated, sweaty mess, and I willingly pull her into my arms and hold her tightly as we catch our breath.

The minutes tick by as we lie there in silence, losing ourselves in each other.

“Spend the day with me,” I eventually ask, nowhere near ready to let go of her yet.

We’ve got the day off, and there’s nothing I want to do more than spend it with her.

She stills before looking up at me.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

A laugh falls from my lips, but the serious expression on her face doesn’t soften.

“Shit. You’re serious.”