Tomboy (The Hartigans #3)(39)

Yeah, playtime was over.

She let out a surprised “oh” and let go of him when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to his bed.

“If you change your mind, just say the word.” The words came out in a rush. “I won’t pressure you.”

The look she gave him was too close to sympathy for his liking—especially considering they were both naked. “I don’t know who fucked with your head this hard, but I’m here because I want to be.”

“It’s not that.” It was totally that, but probably not in the way she was thinking unless, she meant his sense of trust in anyone not named Zach Blackburn was pretty much zilch. More likely, she just figured that as a professional athlete he’d spent more than a few nights with women who didn’t want him for his dick so much as his baby daddy potential or his bank account. “Consent is important.”

“I agree. I consent,” she said. “And now I want you flat on your back on that bed so I can take my time with you during our one night.”

That hadn’t been his plan for how tonight would go. His next move would have been to toss her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and make her come again but this time all over his lips. Good thing he was a man who could improvise on and off the ice.

Executing a one-eighty, he turned so his back was to the bed and sat down. Letting go of Fallon pretty much sucked because he loved the feeling of her naked and pressed up against him, but the bossy woman had given an order. Shocking no one more than him, her take-charge attitude made what little blood remained north of his abs rush south.

She stood up, tall and graceful, her body a thing of lean-muscled beauty that was a testament to the fact that she worked every day in a physically demanding profession. There weren’t curves so much as there were lines that he wanted to trace, from her narrow hips to her perfect, palm-sized tits. God, he couldn’t wait to roll those pink nipples of hers between his fingers again, take the hard buds into his mouth, and suck on them until she was moaning his name.

“You look like you’re making plans.”

He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”

“Good, because I have plans for you right now,” she said, using a single finger to push him flat on the bed.

The moment she straddled him and slid her slick core up and down his cock, he was lost. Whatever this woman wanted to do to him, he was down with it. Luckily for him, there seemed to be lots she wanted to do to him. Her hands and mouth were everywhere, touching and caressing him as she took her time to explore his body as she rocked against him. Soft flicks of her tongue against his nipple, a light tug on the metal bar, the swirl of her hips, the tease of that braid sliding across his shoulders when she leaned down and kissed him like she wouldn’t be able to make it another moment if she didn’t.

He knew the feeling well because with each undulation of her body against his, close enough that he could feel her sliding against him from root to tip, his control was unraveling. Unable to take it a moment longer, he grabbed her by the hips, stopping her motion.

“Top drawer,” he said.

He didn’t need to explain any more. Fallon leaned over, stretching herself so she remained straddling him, and opened the drawer in the nightstand. He waited until she pulled out a condom before making his move because in the bedroom, like on the ice, timing was everything. As soon as she ripped the foil packet open, he flipped her over so her back was on the bed, then plucked the condom from her grasp.

“I thought I was in charge tonight,” she said as she spread her long legs wide.

He unrolled the condom onto his shaft. “Turnover in your zone.”

Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. He was desperate to sink himself balls-deep into her, but first he wanted the taste of her on his tongue. Sinking down to his knees, he glided his palms up the smooth insides of her thighs, pushing them wider. Then he dipped his head down and tasted heaven, sucking on her clit and lapping at her swollen, wet folds.

Her hands were in his hair, pulling at the strands as she moaned encouragement for him not to stop—something he wasn’t about to do when she was so close again. He moved with her as her body tensed and her words became nonsensical, until she came against his mouth and he rode out the wave, softening his touch as she came down from that sweet high. Her breathing was still ragged when he stood up, palmed her ass, raising her hips off the bed, and plunged inside her tight warmth.

Fuck, he was not going to make this into a marathon session, being inside her felt too good, too right. He sank in deeper, leaning forward so he could kiss her as he pushed forward and back again and again until the tingling started in the base of his spine. He clenched his teeth together, trying to make it last longer when everything inside him was screaming for release. Finally, when he couldn’t, he gave in to the need, letting go with an orgasm that rocked him all the way down to his toes.

He was still sucking wind by the time he was finally able to crack his eyes open and look at Fallon spread out on his bed. She gave him the blissed-out half smile of satisfaction that he figured was on his face, too.

By the time he made it back to the bed after a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, Fallon was under the covers with her eyes only half open.

“You’re trouble, Blackburn,” she said, sounding anything but pissed off.

He lifted the comforter and got in next to her, pulling her close. “How’s that?”