“I whisper against her neck, and my cock thumps in my pants when she shivers.”
Hero: Hawke Therrien. All-Star NHL hockey player. Likes to party hard. Has a beard. Left the love of his life years ago after miscommunication, but now she is his team’s new athletic trainer. He has a thumping cock.
Heroine: Vale Campbell. Moves in with her dad after his cancer diagnosis. Left Hawke years ago due to some things, now has a calm, steady life. But then she sees Hawke again…..
Hawke leans his head down and runs his nose along my jaw. “Still sassy,” he murmurs, his breath causing prickles to break out on my neck. “But you’ve forgotten the way it is between us.”
“And what’s that,” I gasp as his teeth scrape against my skin.
“That I’m in charge, and we’ll get to your bedroom when I’m good and ready.”
And just like that . . . I melt. Completely sag against him, letting the weight of the world roll right off my shoulders. I let my worries go and trust that my needs will be taken care of. I gladly and most willingly hand over the control to him.
It’s one of the things I loved most about him in the past . . . his self-awareness and confidence that he would always get the job done no matter what. Ironic, that when I needed that most from him, I refused to let him have the chance to prove himself.
Hawke’s mouth returns to mine and we kiss slowly but no less deeply than before. The passion is there, simmering below the surface, yet any sense of urgency is gone now. He knows I’m not going to call a halt to him this time. I know he can’t walk away. His hands slide up my rib cage just under the hem of my shirt, pushing it up along the wake. I almost let out a sob from that simple touch, because it’s so electric it borders on painful. How had I forgotten what this felt like? How could I ever let anything like this go?
With one hand resting on my ribs, he inches the other higher and turns inward, finally coming to rest over my breast. His fingers dip down into the cup of my bra and pull the fabric down, scraping my nipple with his nails. My entire back arches and my pelvis knocks against him. I feel the briefest measure of his erection before I pull my hips back, shocked at my own brazen bodily response.
Hawke merely responds by stepping in closer to me, pressing his own hips forward until his thickness is pushing into my belly. Liquid heat pulses between my legs and my hips move against him. He grunts in appreciation as his fingertips pluck at my nipple.
Without ever breaking the kiss, Hawke drops his other hand from my rib cage and pulls at the button on my khaki pants. I’m still wearing my Cold Fury uniform, never having had the chance to change once I got home this afternoon. Or rather, yesterday afternoon, as the clock has long since struck midnight.
Hawke’s not moving fast enough for my needs, so I let go of my hold on his hair and squeeze my hands in between our bodies. I knock his out of the way, deftly undoing the button. He, in turn, bats my hands away and yanks at the zipper with a muttered curse against my lips when it catches briefly before sliding down. Then his hand is down the front of my pants, skillfully dipping into my panties and his fingers are against me . . . in me . . . rubbing me.
I’m currently at 70% in this book. Hawke is very alpha and can sometimes ride that line of being a jerk. But for me, he hasn’t become too jerkish. He prowls around and demands things – but Vale has a backbone and can give it back to him. It’s sexy prowling at this point. We’ll see how the end plays out, but I’m enjoying so far. Hawke releases this Tuesday.
This is a fun hockey romance series if you have yet to read them!