Chapter 36
HAILEE
Isink into his kiss. It’s everything I’ve been missing over the last few days.
Every muscle in my body relaxes as his arm bands around my back, holding me up with very little effort.
His tongue pushes between my lips, gliding against mine, and I join without a second thought.
The relief I felt when Anthony told me he trusted my judgment and respected my professionalism was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I was convinced I was walking into his office to be told it was over, that my life as I knew it had ended, all because I’d accidentally started caring for someone.
He had every right to fire me, and I told him that to his face. I understood the seriousness of the situation. I will be forever grateful that he’s giving me the chance to prove myself. That’s he’s allowing us to have a chance.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Hayden confesses as he kisses across my jaw and then down my throat.
“I missed you, too,” I gasp as he sucks on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear. “I wanted to be there so badly. I’m so proud of you for going out there and smashing it, though.”
“You called me. When I needed you, you called me. It meant everything to me.”
“Hayden,” I shriek when he suddenly sweeps me off my feet, lifting me into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my arms behind his neck as my lips find his once more.
I’m vaguely aware that we’re moving, but for once in my life, I don’t worry about not being in control; instead, I’m more than happy to hand it over.
It’s in this moment that I realize just how much I trust Hayden. It should terrify me. All my life, I’ve been let down by men in one way or another. But when I’m with him, it’s easy to forget all of that and just live in the moment.
My eyes finally open when he pulls his lips from mine and gently lowers me from his body.
My fingers twist in his shirt, far from ready to lose his lips against mine.
But the second his own hands lift and his fingers begin working on the buttons, I allow mine to fall to my sides.
My chest heaves as I watch him work each button. I swear, he moves more slowly than he ever has before, revealing only an inch of skin at a time.
“Hayden,” I whimper.
He looks at me from beneath his lashes, and the darkness in his eyes has me rubbing my thighs together.
“Tell me what you need,” he rasps.
“You.”
The smile he gives me is everything.
“You’ve already got that. Have for a while now.”
I shake my head, a laugh erupting out of me.
“What?” he asks, his brow wrinkling as if he’s done something wrong as he hits the bottom of his shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his pants and throwing it to the floor.
Christ. He is fine.
“You. You’re just…”
He quirks one brow, waiting for me to finish that sentence.
“Perfect.”
His chin drops as shock ripples across his face.
“I mean it,” I say quickly before he has a chance to tell me I’m wrong. “I know this started with me taking care of you, but you don’t realize how much you’ve given me in return.”
He shakes his head, unable to accept my words.
“I don’t—”
His words die when I push myself up so I’m sitting and peel off my hoodie.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, scrubbing his hand down his face as he takes me in, wearing a bralette and boy shorts.
I’m aware that I probably should have turned up here properly dressed, but also…I didn’t want to.
“Come here,” I say, spreading my legs and patting the space between my thighs.
He swallows thickly before nodding once, toeing his shoes off and pressing his knees to the mattress.
With his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he gently lowers me down and falls over me.
His hand lands beside my head, and he holds himself up, gazing down at me as if he doesn’t really believe that I’m here.
His eyes take in every inch of my face, and I allow him a moment to take it all in. Hell, I need it too. The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions. I’m utterly spent. But seeing him again, feeling his touch, has brought me back to life.
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
His eyes drop to my lips, and I drag my tongue along the bottom one, trying to lure him in.
“As if I could ever say no to you,” he murmurs before ducking low and resuming our kiss.
I groan when he shuffles to a better position between my thighs as I feel him thick and hard against my pussy.
“Hayden,” I gasp, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me from that small brush of our bodies.
When I look up, I find that his jaw is tight, the tendon in his neck pulled taut.
The hand resting on my hip tightens as fire shoots through my veins.
“I need you,” he rasps, his words thick with desire.
“Then you’d better take me.”
I expect him to move, to shred the remaining clothes from my body and use me exactly as he wants.
But that isn’t what happens, and it throws me for a total loop when he drops his forehead to my shoulder, his body trembling with need.
He shudders violently as I slide my hand up his back. His muscles pull and twist with my movement, and I love it. I love the way my innocent touch affects him. It’s addictive, and I want to keep doing it just to see how he reacts.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper when he doesn’t move after a few seconds.
“I don’t…Fuck. I don’t have a lot of experience and I—”
“Hayden,” I say a little more fiercely as I twist my fingers in his hair and force him to pull his head up and look at me. “I don’t care. I’m not here because I want a hot night with a hockey player. I’m here for you. We can do as much or as little as—”
“I want everything. All of it. With you.”
The raw honesty mixed with the potent desire in his gaze has me squirming on the bed.
He closes his eyes for a beat, and when he opens them again, he’s found a little confidence.
“Tell me what to do,” he demands, making the corners of my lips twitch.
Now that I can do.
“Take my bra off.”
A rush of air tickles over my face before he sits back on his haunches and slides his hands from my hips to my ribs.
“I’m gonna try really hard not to finish in my pants tonight,” he tells me seriously.
“You will if I tell you to,” I state, making his eyes widen and his jaw pop.
Smiling in accomplishment, I lift my arms over my head and arch my back, encouraging him to keep going.
His fingers slip beneath the elastic band of my bralette before he pushes it up, letting cool air cover my bare skin. My nipples pebble as he drags the fabric up my arms and then throws it across the room.
“Jesus,” he grunts when his eyes drop to my chest.
The awe in them does incredible things for my self-confidence.
“Touch me.”
Circling his wrists with my fingers, I lift his hands to my breasts, letting him explore.
His touch is the perfect tease that has heat pooling between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moan when he pinches both my nipples at the same time.
His chest heaves as he watches me.
“Mouth. Give me your mouth,” I command, and in seconds, he’s curled over me, doing exactly as he’s told. “Good boy,” I cry as he sucks harder, his teeth grazing me lightly.
He groans as the vibration of it hits me right in the clit.
“I want you everywhere. Hands, mouth. I want you to make me think about nothing but you and what you’re going to do to me next.”
“You drive me crazy,” he says after releasing my nipple.
“Feeling’s mutual.”
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I gently encourage him to start moving lower.
He looks up, his eyes meeting mine.
“Take my panties off, Hayden.”
“Yeah?” he asks, lighting up like a freaking Christmas tree.
“Yeah. I trust you.”
As if he knows just how big a deal that is for me, he surges forward and kisses me for a few seconds before he sits back and curls his fingers in the waistband of my panties.
I’m pretty sure he stops breathing before he starts pulling them down my legs.
I lift my feet from the bed, allowing him to free the fabric from my body, and in only seconds, I’m lying bare before him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand dragging down his face as he takes me in like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
Bending my legs, I press my feet to the mattress and spread my thighs wide.
I’m pretty sure I witness him internally combust as his eyes drop to my pussy.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
He shakes his head, dragging his eyes up to mine.
“Whatever you want,” he rasps before dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.
“You want a taste?”
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”
“Go on then.”
“I…uh…”
“I’ll tell you what’s good. What I like.”
He nods before shuffling down the bed until he’s on his front between my legs, then he just stares at me.
Oh Jesus.
“Please,” I whimper. “Touch me, please.”
“You’re drenched,” he points out, more than a little pride in his voice.
“I need you. Please,” I beg.
The smirk that appears on his lips is so fucking erotic I can barely contain myself. My fingers twitch at my sides, desperate to take control of the situation. But I don’t. I don’t want my touch. I want his. I need it.
“I’ll never get used to hearing that,” he confesses before reaching out and dragging a single digit through my folds.
“Hayden,” I gasp, my muscles convulsing with the need to have something inside me.
“Yeah, baby. I’m right here.”
Twisting to the side, he peppers kisses down my thigh, building me higher and higher until my entire body is trembling with need.
He’s nervous, I can see that in his eyes. His confession earlier about not being very experienced is entirely true. But the way he’s teasing me…yeah, he needs to give himself a little more credit. The boy knows exactly what he’s doing.
My fingers sink back into his hair, and he chuckles darkly as I try to drag him closer.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you, goddess?”
“Need your tongue.”
“Mmm.”
I cry out as he kisses closer, his tongue dragging up that sensitive patch of skin between my thigh and my pussy.
“Yes, please. Hayden.”
My grip on his hair is so tight I’m surprised I haven’t pulled it free.
I’m gasping for air, and he’s barely touched me. When he does, it’s going to be electric.
It’s going to be—
“Hayden,” I cry out when his lips close over my clit and he laps at me like a man starved. “Oh shit. Yes, that’s…fuck, that’s amazing.”
He groans, soaking up my praise before I feel him against my entrance.
“Oh yes, I want you inside me. Stretch me open, baby. Fuck. Fuck,” I cry as he does exactly as he’s told, pushing two thick fingers inside me. “Yes, fuck. You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”