End Game (Hat Trick, Book 3) by Wayland Samantha

Author:Wayland, Samantha [Wayland, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, sports romance, erotic romance, hockey, sports
Publisher: Loch Awe Press
Published: 2014-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Three

Rhian hauled Savannah up over him. He rubbed his face against the soft skin between her breasts, and over one firm globe. Then the other. At last, he drew a hard peak into his mouth.

Her reaction was instantaneous and shocking. “Yes. God, Rhian, yes!” Her shout bounced off the walls and echoed in his head.

He sucked harder and she cried his name again, grabbing his head with her hands and clutching him close. He licked every inch of skin he could reach. Laved one breast with his tongue. Nuzzled his face into the valley before worshiping the other. She shamelessly shoved herself into his mouth and groaned her encouragement.

God, she was so like Garrick. Totally without hesitation. Asking for what she wanted. Demanding it. Loudly.

He wanted to give her that and more.

His cock ached, lodged against her writhing body. More than anything, he wanted to shove her down and onto him, thrusting into her ready heat.

Shit. Condom. He needed one. Now. To say he hadn’t arrived here tonight prepared to have sex with Savannah would have been the understatement of the goddamn century.

He hated the idea of leaving the bed and hunting for one. It was too soon to let the world intrude. Time and distance would only let his brain start worrying and his heart start panicking. Because really, what the fuck was he doing here?

He released her breast as a cold tendril of anxiety curdled inside his belly.

Savannah slid down his body and kissed him senseless. She attacked his mouth. Chased the worry away and replaced it with a tidal wave of need.

He poured every ounce of his passion into the touch of her lips. His hands roamed everywhere he could reach. No sooner had his fingers traced the edge of her tiny panties that she lifted up and wrapped her long fingers around his cock.

He groaned. She tightened her hold and pulled.

“Oh shit,” he growled, lost to her assault.

She kissed him again and he adored her aggression, falling under the spell she wove with tongue and fist. He raced toward completion, his hips kicking into her hand, the drag of his sensitive crown against her palm exquisite. He was on the edge way too quickly.

He traced the back of his finger over her panties and the swell of her mons beneath. She jerked at his touch and spread her knees wider, urging him on.

He hooked his fingers into the soft elastic and tugged the soaked fabric to the side, holding it there. His other hand traced down the same path, encountering nothing but smooth skin until he brushed the infamous “landing strip”. God, how many hours had he spent wondering what it would look like, feel like, after her naughty admission in the back of the taxi that day?

He petted her there and promised himself he’d get a good long look another time.

She growled at him. “Please, Rhian.”

“So eager.” He chuckled, delighted by her demands.

Her relentless hand paused on his dick and she raised one eyebrow.

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