Chapter 3 #2
She looks skeptical, but hand in hand we run up the carpeted stairs to the lobby level. We skirt all the slot machines in the center to make our way to the elevators to my room, moving quickly so as to avoid fans and paparazzi. (Hers, not mine, Jesus.)
“I’m not in a swanky sky suite,” I murmur as we wait for the elevator. Nikki turns away from the other people there and I move in closer to shield her from scrutiny. When a car arrives, it’s only going to our floor and I want to pump a fist as we walk into it alone.
We regard each other without saying a word as the elevator rises to my floor, heat building around us.
It feels like the elevator is shooting up faster than a Zdeno Chara slap shot the way my stomach pitches.
I observe Nikki as she gazes at me, her face flushed, eyes sparkling, lips parted.
Jesus. My dick thickens with need. Am I going to make it to my room?
I lead the way to my room and let us in.
I left a lamp on earlier, glowing in the room beyond the small foyer just inside the door.
A couple of closets and a small counter with a mirror behind it line the wall on our left.
I drop my key card there as I move toward Nikki and back her up against one of the closet doors.
I circle a hand around her wrists and lift them over her head, pinning them there so I can brush her hair back then lift her chin so she’s looking up at me. My hips push forward, pressing into her. Her amber eyes have darkened, pupils enlarged.
“I’ve been thinking about this mouth constantly since last night,” I breathe and then I lower my head and kiss her.
She moans, an erotic and rewarding noise as I pin her to the wall, my mouth moving on hers.
She grabs hold of my suit jacket and pulls me closer, kissing me back, mouth open, tongue sliding against mine.
My erection presses into her softness. I’m vibrating with need and I have to restrain myself from aggressively tearing off her clothes and ramming into her.
I drag my mouth over her soft cheek to her hair, her ear, then slide my tongue down the side of her neck.
She shivers against me.
I skate my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs and under the short skirt.
She’s so much smaller than me, so I cup her ass cheeks and lift her higher against the door, still kissing her.
I swallow her gasp and she raises her legs to my hips and grabs my neck.
Now my cock is shoved into her pussy, her panties and my clothes separating us.
The way she moves against me tells me what she needs.
I need it, too. Christ.
“Do it,” I mutter. “Rub yourself against me.”
We both grind and rock into each other, mouths devouring each other, and it’s only a minute until Nikki shudders against me, her nails digging into my neck beneath the collar of my shirt, her breath stuttering, soft noises escaping her mouth.
I should stop. I should stop. I’m gonna come in my pants.
But I’m beyond stopping, overcome, driven in an urgent, inexorable quest. “Fuuuuuck.” It explodes in my groin, flashes up my spine and through my chest. My balls squeeze and I come in jerking pulses, the wetness spreading. I let out a low groan.
Nikki softens against me. My forehead lands on the closet door, and both our chests are heaving.
“I can’t… did that just happen?” she murmurs.
All I can do is grunt. My legs have turned to the consistency of peanut butter. I hoist Nikki higher and stagger over to the bed to gently deposit her there then fall down onto my back beside her. “Holy shit.”
We lie there for long moments, my heart-rate gradually slowing.
Nikki’s quiet. I roll my head to peer at her. She meets my eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She looks anxious.
“What?” I roll onto my side. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just…” She stops, her eyes touring over my face.
I push up onto an elbow and gently brush hair off her cheek. “What is it?”
“I don’t… do this.”
My eyebrows jump up. “This… as in… sex?”
“I mean, I don’t deviate from my schedule. My plan.”
“Ah.” I glide my fingertips over her soft cheek. “Remember what I said earlier?”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “Life is short. Have fun.”
“Exactly. And I would never do anything to hurt you. But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Do you want to go?”
She considers that for a long moment, eyes fixed on my face. “What if I do? Would you be mad?”
“Not mad, no. Disappointed? Yeah.” My lips tip into a rueful smile. “But I understand.” That disappointment is already a sinking, heavy feeling in my gut. I push to sit up.
She doesn’t move. “Wait,” she says softly. “I trust you.”
I cock my head, regarding her. “Yeah?”
She sits too. Her little sequined skirt is still rucked up high on her thighs and her nipples are fully visible peaks beneath her T-shirt. My dick stirs again.
“Yeah.” She covers her mouth with her fingers briefly, then continues. “You’re a hockey player but somehow I know you’re a good guy.”
“Why is there a ‘but’ in there?” I’m happy she sees me positively but that sounded sort of back-handed.
“I’m sorry.” She drops her gaze. “When I was in high school, there was an… incident with a hockey team. At a house party. A girl I knew was raped. By three of the players.”
I rear back, my eyes bursting open. “Oh, shit.”
“She went through hell. As women do, when that happens.”
Again, she’s right.
“Since then, I’ve always been super cautious about the men I…”
“Dance in the sheets with?”
Her lips twitch and then a short laugh bubbles out of her. “Yeah. And you’re not just a man. You’re a hockey player.”
Frustration has my jaw tightening. Like most people, I don’t like to be blamed for other people’s shitty behavior.
But I know I’m not like that. And I know she doesn’t mean I am.
She’s just relating this to her past experience.
I draw in lungsful of oxygen and slowly let it out.
“I am,” I say. “And I understand your hesitance. Men are assholes.”
She gives me another searching look, and then her smile shines. “And that’s why I trust you.”