Page 248 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“Watch it,” Hayden growls, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, dragging me closer.

Our eyes hold, his lips hovering in front of mine. So close but not quite close enough.

“The only jersey you ever wear is mine, baby. You got that?”

Heat surges south at the possessiveness in his tone.

I nod. I’d never wear anyone else's jersey to a game, but I won’t ever stop winding him up. I love it when he gets a bit feral.

Finally, he gives me what I need and brushes his lips against mine. I groan, abandoning my book fully in favor of him.

I slide my hand from his stomach up to his chest, loving the way his muscles bunch under my touch.

The second I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, he hauls me from my side of the bed and deposits me in his lap.

“That’s better,” he growls into our kiss as his hands slide beneath my tank, cupping my heavy breasts.

“Fuck,” I gasp when he pinches my nipples, sending fire straight to my core.

“Oh yeah,” he groans when I start grinding down on him. “Use me, baby. Fucking love watching you take what you need.”

His cock is like steel between my legs. It feels so good against my clit. The only thing that could be better is having him inside me.

My core clenches at the thought, but as much as I want to feel him stretching me open, I’m already reaching toward my first release just from this alone.

He drags my tank from my body, throwing it to the floor before sitting up and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I cry, my head falling back as I teeter right on the edge.

“Come for me, Hails. Show me what a fucking goddess you are.”

His deep voice rumbles through me, and with one more graze of his dick against my clit, I throw myself over the edge, knowing that he’ll catch me long before I hit the ground.

“Hayden,” I whimper as pleasure consumes my body.

I’m vaguely aware of my cell ringing on the nightstand, but I’m too blissed out to really focus on it.

Hayden is a little more aware, though, because before I’ve fully come down from my high, he’s saying my name, and not in a sexy kind of way.

“Hailee.” His serious tone cuts through the lingering pleasure and I open my eyes, staring straight at him. “Your cell.”

“Y-yeah, I—” I glance over at my nightstand and see the exact same thing that’s sobered him. “Shit.” I jump off him and scramble across the bed to answer.

I’m still breathless as I drag my finger across the screen. But I don’t have time to second-guess my actions.

She said she’d call if and when she got news. And a call from my lawyer after ten o'clock at night can only indicate that she has some, and that it’s important.

“Hello,” I pant into the phone, cringing at how I must sound.

“Hailee, I’m so sorry to call at this time of night. You weren’t sleeping, were you?” she asks, as I climb from the bed and start pacing, Hayden’s stare burning into me.

“N-no. I was…working out,” I lie.

Hayden snorts a laugh, and I cut him a look that would usually have six-foot-plus men cowering, but it no longer works on him; he knows me far too well now.

“Okay, good.”

“What is it?” I ask in a rush, impatient to hear what she has to say.