Alex (Cold Fury Hockey #1)(59)

His blue eyes search mine for understanding, because he wants to know if I get him. And oh, do I get him. I get what he’s saying. I get that he’s found some passion for his craft again, because otherwise he wouldn’t give a shit about a loss. It’s odd that the fact he’s bummed over a loss warms my heart.

“I think it speaks volumes,” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. He has to bend slightly to meet my lips, and when mine lie against his, I revel in how soft they are yet still firm against me.

It’s just me and him, standing here in this crowded bar, and it feels like the rest of the universe is a million miles away. I wish the rest of the universe was a million miles away, and it could just be me and Alex, right at this very moment, because the tenderness and longing revealed in the way his mouth touches mine makes me want to seclude myself in the feeling, without anything else to divert my attention.

“God, you two need to get a room,” I hear a man say. Alex groans slightly into my mouth before he pulls back and turns to look at someone to my left. The slight lift to Alex’s lips tells me he’s amused.

“Fuck off, Samuelson,” he growls, but he’s not really mad. He releases his hold around my waist just enough to turn me toward a man I know is Garrett Samuelson, Alex makes official introductions. “Garrett…this is Sutton. Sutton…this * is Garrett.”

Smiling warmly, I stick my hand out for Garrett to shake. Alex stiffens slightly next to me when Garrett takes my hand and brings it to his lips, grazing them over my knuckles. With a devilish grin and a smoky seductive voice, he says, “It’s definitely my pleasure. When you get tired of his grumpy ass, I’ll be waiting for you, Sutton.”

When Alex growls the second time, it’s not with as much amusement. Garrett chuckles and releases my hand, after kissing it one more time. I just roll my eyes. “You love torturing Alex, don’t you?”

“It’s so much fun to get a rise out of him, don’t you think?” he says with a wink.

“You have no idea,” I say conspiratorially, although my definition of a rise and his definition of a rise are probably two different things.

Turning back to Alex, I place my palm against his chest. I can feel the heat of his skin through the dress shirt he’s wearing. “I’m headed off to the ladies’ room.” He stares down at me with affection but deep within his baby blues I see possession and desire. As he leans in just a bit closer to me, his voice sizzles when he says, “I don’t want to stay long. Just one beer, okay?”

“Why is that?” I ask silkily, although I know the answer. I see it in his eyes.

Sneaking a quick glance over at Garrett, he leans in even closer, placing his lips near my ear. “Because I want you so bad I can actually taste it. Now, we both know that’s just my imagination on overdrive. So what I really want is the reality of your taste…on my tongue…my lips.” He accentuates his seduction by grazing his teeth against my earlobe, and I swear a mini orgasm courses through me.

“Oh,” I breathe out softly.

“Any other questions?” he asks gruffly, then pulls back to stare at me with a tight look on his face.

I do nothing but shake my head, words not seemingly important at this moment. He smiles at me then—radiant, triumphant…joyful. Taking my shoulders, he spins me back in the direction of the restroom and gives me a slight push. “Hurry up. Sooner you get back, sooner we can drink a beer, sooner we can…well, you know.”

I scurry off to pee, completely obsessed with how I can forgo the beer that Alex must have committed to drink with Garrett before we could make our exit. I briefly consider faking an illness, but instead quickly pee and opt to guzzle my beer.

***

My legs are spread wide, my hips raised off the mattress because Alex has my ankles resting on his shoulders. He’s pounding away inside of me, pausing every few thrusts to ravage my lips, once even biting down when I dared to disobey him and closed my eyes in pleasurable abandon. He had previously ordered me to keep my eyes on his, but that proved difficult when I felt on the verge of slipping into a coma of lust.

After a particularly hard kiss where we both try to push groans past each other’s lips, Alex pulls back and stills his hips for a moment. A sheen of moisture covers his face and his arms are locked at the elbow while he supports his weight above me, causing his muscles to look sharply cut. He looks down at me with such fiery need etched on his face, my heart skips a shocking beat as I return his gaze. I’ve never seen anyone look so hungry for something before…like he is starving and there will never be enough sustenance to fill the void that is ravaging him.

He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, and whatever it is, I can tell it’s going to be profound by the look on his face. But then something clouds his irises and he gives a slight shake to his head as if clearing it of cobwebs.

Without warning, Alex pulls out of me, lowering my legs from his shoulders. He’s a large man in every way and I keenly feel the loss within me. Before I can ask what’s wrong, his hands grip my waist and he flips me over on the mattress, immediately pulling me up on my hands and knees.

I hang my head low, letting my hair float in a curtain around me, not even daring to look over my shoulder at him. I’m afraid if I see the same intensity in his gaze that I can actually feel vibrating off his body, I might spontaneously combust.