24. Harbor
HARBOR
T he door to my dark hotel room clicks shut behind us and before I can say anything, do anything, his mouth crashes into mine.
Hot. Possessive. Controlling.
Like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this—and tonight the wait’s finally over.
My back pushed up against the wall, his lips on mine, he manages to pull every thought out of my head. One by one, until the only thing left is him.
Weston Steele.
And it’s fucking amazing.
My entire body shimmers, floating as he hitches up my dress, balling the fabric in his large palms.
“Harbor…” His voice low and gravelly. Dangerous in the best possible way.
“Weston…” I murmur into his open mouth, slipping my tongue inside and tasting him. He’s slightly salty and hoppy from the beer, fingers tangling in my hair.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Hurricane. ”
God, I want this man.
More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.
I want his hands on me, everywhere. His mouth, his naked body on top of mine. His glorious dick drilling into me. Taking charge, owning me.
“I want…” My voice catches as he nips at my lower lip, sending a sharp bolt of desire straight to my clit.
“Yeah?” He doesn’t stop his assault on my mouth, driving his tongue in deeper. Taking my breath away.
After a few long minutes of kissing, he pulls away. “What do you want, Harbor? Tell me.”
He stares down at me, his dark pupils wide. My core throbs, his hard body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall.
I want to stay like this forever .
But I can’t say that.
Shit. I’m already breaking the rules.
“I want…you.” I finish the sentence simply, leaving everything else unsaid.
A growl vibrates deep in his throat as his hand drops from my hip down to my panties. He caresses me through the silky fabric, finding my already swollen clit and circling the sensitive spot with his thumb. A bolt of pleasure shoots up and down my body and I’m hot all over.
“Are you attached to these?” he murmurs, toying with the lacy edge of my thong and trailing soft kisses up and down the tender skin of my neck.
I’m breathless, shaking my head ‘no.’ With a quick tug, he rips the panties from my body. The sound tears through the air, sharp and final, like the last thread of restraint snapping. He tosses the flimsy undergarment to the floor.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Dropping down to his knees, his face is inches from my bare pussy. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day we met.”
Without another word, he dips down, licking me all the way from back to front. His tongue teasing me, my legs trembling with pleasure.
“Oh…” I moan into the quiet darkness, threading my fingers through his hair. He hitches his arms behind my thighs, supporting me and diving deeper into my wet heat.
“Fucking delicious.” He eats me out like a starving man enjoying his last meal, waves of pleasure rolling through me. I’m glad he’s holding me up—otherwise I’d melt into a puddle of lusty desire right here on the hotel room floor.
Swirling his tongue around my clit, he gently sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth and my body shakes. The familiar tingle builds low in my center and I’m close, so freaking close, to coming.
“Weston—” I bite back a scream as my thighs tremble, an intense orgasm crashing through me. Hands flying to grip his shoulders, I dig into the thick cords of muscle and hold on for dear life as he continues to lap and suck at my pussy.
After several long seconds, I sink back against the wall.
“Wow. That was…amazing.”
He swipes at his mouth, grinning up at me. “A fucking delicious warm-up.”
Rising, he winds his hand around my neck and pulls me in close, kissing me. I’m acutely aware of my scent on him, my arousal coating his lips.
“You taste like mine.” His voice is low, rough against my skin. “And after tonight, you won’t forget it.”
Despite what I said back at the restaurant—all the talk about rules—his words send a thrill shooting through me.
Mine .
After tonight, you won’t forget it.
I doubt it’s possible to forget anything about Weston Steele at this point. And certainly not when it comes to sex.
The man’s as good in the bedroom as he is on the ice.
“Come here.” Taking hold of my hand, he pulls me gently toward the bed. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Stepping in closer, he inches my dress up slowly, so slowly, lifting the fabric up and over my head. Cool air hits the exposed skin, chill bumps rising in the wake of the smooth fabric.
His fingers trail up my thighs, over my belly, all the way to my breasts.
Caressing.
Reverent.
“I love your tits.” He thumbs my nipples through the thin satin bra, drawing them into diamond-sharp points. “So fucking perfect.”
Reaching around, he unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the ground.
Leaving me naked, exposed.
More vulnerable than ever before.
Weston cups both my breasts in his large hands, massaging them. Dropping his head, he sucks one nipple, then the other into his mouth.
I close my eyes and give into the sensation, pleasure rippling through me.
Giving into him.
I’m tired of thinking, then overthinking. Right now, all I want to do is feel. Let Weston take the lead and just be.
Here, in the moment, with him.
He eases me down onto the bed, then grabs the back of his T-shirt and rips it over his head.
Abs for fucking days .
And I am so here for it.
Reaching out, I tiptoe my fingers over the ridges of his abdominals. Making my way down to his belt, pulling the supple leather from the metal buckle, the loops. Unbuttoning his jeans, my mouth salivating.
This man is literal perfection, rivaling any sculpted Greek statue sitting in the Louvre.
“You’ve officially ruined me for all other men.” I trace the deep V of his hips, yanking at his pants.
He stills, eyes darkening. Leaning down, his mouth brushes mine. “Good.” His voice rumbles, deep and thick. “And I’m not done yet.”
Kicking out of his jeans, he crawls onto the bed with me, pushing me back against the pillows. Cupping my cheek, he touches his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss. Sliding his tongue in, swirling around, taking his time.
Leaving me panting and needy. Wetness pools between my legs and I arch against him, desperate for friction.
“Aww, Hurricane—what’s the rush? We have all night,” he teases, his hand finding my core.
“You have morning practice tomorrow, right? I can’t keep you out past your bedtime.”
“I’m a big boy, baby. You don’t have to worry about that.” He spreads my legs, trailing his fingers through my wetness.
“What we do can’t affect the team. Your performance?—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “Sshh. I’m zero percent worried about my performance right now.”
Brushing his thumb over my lower lip, I suck it into my mouth and his pupils dilate wider still.
“God, you’re fucking sexy, Hurricane.” He slides a third finger inside me, curving up to find my G-spot. I swallow down a moan, his lips tipping up into a grin.
“She likes that.” He drives in harder and my hips arch of their own accord, wanting more.
“Weston—” My eyes flutter closed as he works my pussy, edging me closer to the brink.
Then he slows and I whimper, thighs clenching.
“Eyes on me, Harbor. I want to watch you come all over my fingers.”
His dirty words turn me on even more, my pussy spasming around his hand.
“Don’t stop, Weston. Please—don’t stop.” My voice is breathy, pleading.
I’m fucking begging at this point, and I don’t even care.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, finger fucking me hard and fast. “Mine.”
The declaration’s so simple, yet so determined.
Like he’s never letting me go.
That’s what rockets me over the edge, my body convulsing as I shatter around his hand.
“Yes…yes…yes…” I pant the words, Weston wringing every last drop of orgasm from me. A light sheen of sweat slicks my skin and I’m burning all over.
For him.
“You begged so sweet, Hurricane.” A smile dances on his lips, a dark glint in his eyes. “And I’m not even done yet.”
Taking both my wrists in his hand, he eases my arms above my head.
“Right there, just like that, baby. Hands above your head. Just for me.”
Breath hitching, I swallow hard as he pulls down his boxer briefs and kicks them off. Nothing’s between us now. No clothing, no pretense.
It’s just me and Weston in this moment.
“God, you’re stunning.” He stares down at me, at my breasts arching up toward him due to the position, my rosy nipples.
Licking his lips, he drops to my nipple, sucking the sharp point into his warm mouth. Pleasure rolls down my spine, my pussy throbbing with each swirl of his tongue.
“Say you’re mine, Harbor.” The words a whisper on the heated skin of my breast, he flicks my nipple with his tongue, then grazes the tender bud with his teeth.
“I’m yours, Weston.” My voice is high-pitched, breathy and needy.
“Good girl.” His praise oozes over me like warm maple syrup, filling my chest with a lightness. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, nipping at my other breast. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I let out a strangled moan, another orgasm already building, and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet.
“Fuck me, Weston. Please,” I beg, desperate for him.
Every single perfect inch of him.
“I love how needy you are, Hurricane. I like making you come undone.” He plays with my clit and I arch up against his palm, circling my hips to get more of his touch.
“I want you inside me.” I practically keen the words, and he shoots me a sheepish grin.
“Then spread those legs, Harbor. Because I’m about to fuck you like you’re mine.”
Gripping my thighs, he drags me down to the edge of the bed. He grabs a condom and rolls it on, then thrusts deep inside me in one smooth, perfect motion.
“So fucking perfect, Harbor.” His voice is strained, reverent, as he moves inside me. Filling me all the way up. I’ve never felt so full, stretched in all the right ways.
Keeping my wrists pinned above my head, he drives into me again and again. Our hips moving in sync, no space between us at all.
“That’s a good girl, Harbor. Take it, all of it. Let me fill you all the way up, baby.”
Weston pistons in and out, faster and faster, my heart hammering so hard I feel like I might explode. Black dots dance in my peripheral vision and my muscles spasm.
“Come for me, Harbor. Come all over me, gorgeous. I want to feel you lose it around my cock.”
That’s all it takes to unravel me fully and completely. I fracture around him, crying out and shuddering.
“Weston!”
He slams his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries with a possessive kiss. Keeping up the rhythm, he chases his own release. A few thrusts later, he explodes inside me.
His body finally stills, but he doesn’t move. He stays buried inside me, his forehead pressed against mine.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else but inside you.” His fingers trace light circles over my belly and I sigh, content for the first time in as long as I can remember.
“Same.” I trace the outline of his cheek, his jaw. “Which is a real problem—because you’ve got hockey to play, and I’ve got a team to save.”