Holden
Astrid’s eyes flared at my command. Fuck me.
I considered stripping out of my clothes, but I knew how much she liked it when I took control.
So, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, reveling in the hungry way she watched me.
She might try to act like she was cool, calm, and in control, but her body gave her away every time.
The pebbled nipples, eyes blown wide. Hell, even her skin was flushed.
I gripped my cock, trying to hold it together as I stared down at her. She was gorgeous. Waiting for me on the bed, wearing my jersey.
Mine.
She wasn’t my anything—yet.
But the sight of her wearing my number did something to me. Made me feel even more feral for this woman, if that were even possible.
I mean, damn. I’d never had to work this hard to get a woman. Had never wanted to, if I was completely honest. I wasn’t quite sure what it was about Astrid, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I wanted to wow her like she had me. From that first night, I’d recognized that she was special.
And the more I got to know her, the more I was convinced.
She really was the whole package—gorgeous, fucking brilliant, kind.
She might not be a huge fan of hockey, but that was something we could work on.
With time, I hoped she’d come to adore both me and the game.
I was like a man possessed.
Yes, I loved a good challenge. And she’d certainly presented me with one. But this was about more than sex—at least for me. Our chemistry in the bedroom was too insane to ignore. I wanted to know her better. I just had to find some way to make her see that. To convince her to give us a chance.
Tonight was the first time I’d felt even an inkling of hope.
I’d pulled out all the stops, wanting to impress her.
This suite was fucking incredible, and the privacy was unmatched.
I was grateful one of the hotel owners, Graham Mackenzie, had given me a good deal on it since he was a huge Hawks fan.
A few autographed items, an evening of drinks and poker with his brothers, and I’d gotten an incredible discount.
Thank fuck. This suite typically cost five figures for one night. I made good money. I invested well. But damn, for a guy who’d grown up in a comfortable middle-class family, this luxury lifestyle made my head explode a little.
Over the top? Maybe. But when it came to Astrid, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. Make her smile.
So, for now, I had tonight.
And I was going to make the most of our time together. I watched her, waiting to see what she’d do.
I’d walked in here with a plan, and then she’d blown it all out of the water with her coy smile and fuck-me eyes. With those lacy red panties that were like waving a red flag at a bull. I both loved and hated that she dared to defy me. It made my blood run hot.
When she still hadn’t moved, I said, “The longer you make me wait, the harder I edge you later.”
“I’m not sure that’s a punishment.” Her grin was so fucking sexy.
Fuck me. I gave my cock a hard pull. She was making it impossible to resist her.
“Besides—” she narrowed her eyes “—you made me wait.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said, dragging a hand through my hair. “My GM called me in right as I was leaving practice, and I couldn’t escape.” Talking about fucking timing.
Astrid’s dad had been there too. But I didn’t mention that. Didn’t want to ruin the mood or risk sending her running—again.
“Mm-hmm.”
“You don’t believe me?” I removed my phone from my pocket. “I’ll call him right now.”
She crawled across the bed toward me. Fuck, that was sexy. Everything she did was hot, especially when she was wearing my jersey.
I watched her, so torn between taking it slow and this overwhelming need to be inside her. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady myself. Reminding myself to be patient.
She pushed up, sinking back on her heels so we were facing each other. She was so fucking pretty. Everything from her sloped nose to the bow of her lips. And when she smiled…
I shook my head. This woman was going to be my undoing.
She took my phone and tossed it aside. Then she lifted her hands to my chest, but I grabbed her wrists before she could touch me, distract me.
“You really don’t want an orgasm, do you, schatje?” I teased. Forget edging, I needed a more compelling threat.
She tilted her head. “What does that mean? Schatje.”
Ah. I finally had what I’d been looking for—leverage. “Behave, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
“I don’t know if I can.” She grinned, swaying her hips from side to side. Reminding me of her underwear and her rebellion.
She thought she was being cute?
She was, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Instead, I would punish her for it. She’d like that too.
I gripped her chin, hard but not to the point of pain. “You’re going to suck me off while I watch.”
She let out a shaky exhale. Oh, she liked that. She liked when I took charge. She might push back, but that was part of the fun.
She rolled onto her back, her head positioned near where I stood. Thank fuck for a higher mattress that put her mouth at damn near the perfect level to take my cock. I caressed her cheek, her throat, smoothing my hands down her breasts, gliding over the material of my jersey.
“Mm.” She hummed. Her breath coasted over my skin, sending goose bumps in its wake.
I am so fucked. She’d barely even touched me, and already, I was going to blow.
She took her time, caressing my thighs, my shaft, with the lightest of touches. I clenched my fists, my cock twitching at the vision of her. Her tongue darted out to lick my tip, and my eyes slammed shut on a groan.
When I opened them again, she’d wrapped her lips around my cock. My knees wobbled, my legendary balance on the ice suddenly shit in the face of this woman and her luscious mouth. If she had any idea what she did to me. How much power she had over me… It was dangerous.
I glided my hand over her jaw, loving the way she sucked me in. Swirled her tongue. Worked me over. God. Damn.
“How deep can you take me?” I rasped, barely holding on to control. “Show me.”
She relaxed her jaw and took me deeper. Sweat gathered on my brow, and my legs shook. It felt so good. Too good.
I smoothed my hand over her throat, feeling it expand to accommodate me. When she hummed, I damn near came at the vibration. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
And when she smoothed her palm down her stomach as if to touch herself, I grabbed her hand, pulling it back up above her head. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She let out a little noise that sounded like a whine, and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as if to ease the ache.
“You look uncomfortable, schatje.” I grinned, delighted that she was just as keyed up as me.
“Mm.” She hummed around my cock, sending vibrations up and down my spine. She arched her hips, asking for my touch. Pleasure. Release.
“I would touch you, but…” I tsked. “Your underwear is in the way.”
She released me with a pop. “I’ll take them off.” She moved to do just that.
I shook my head, gazing down at her. “If you’d followed my instructions, I’d already be touching you.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“If you’d done as I asked, you’d already be well on your way to an orgasm.” I shrugged, acting as if I were completely unaffected. Unbothered. “But you didn’t.”
She reached down again as if to touch herself, pleasure herself. The idea of watching her made me even harder, if that were possible.
What a fucking privilege. She’d agreed to share her time—and her body—with me. What had I done to deserve this? And how could I ensure it continued?
“Tonight,” I rasped, grabbing her wrist and forcing it back up, my grip harder, unrelenting. “Your orgasms are mine and mine alone. You don’t come unless it is on my fingers, my mouth, or my cock.”
Her eyes darted to the side, and I followed her gaze to see a golden…bean? Resting on the nightstand. It was dented, or more like— I squinted at it. Creased. Wait. I leaned closer. It had a button or something.
“Did you bring a toy?” I asked.
She shook her head. “It was already here.”
“What do you mean, it was here?” I found it difficult to believe that someone would’ve left that behind. It looked hella expensive. Besides, the Huxley Grand staff was so thorough, there was no way they would’ve missed something like that.
“It was part of the intimacy kit,” Astrid said, finally ending my confusion. One hell of an intimacy kit. This evening was getting better and better. I wondered what other surprises would be revealed over the course of the night.
“Did you play with it at all before I got here?” I asked.
“No, but I considered it.” Her words sent a bolt of lust through me.
“Good girl,” I said.
“Does that mean I get a reward?” She batted her eyes at me, wiggling a little so that her breasts jiggled in a way she had to know I’d find enticing. Such a little tease.
“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air.”
She rolled over, eager to follow my instructions now. Or so it seemed. When she presented her ass to me, I couldn’t help but groan. God, she was gorgeous. Every inch of her.
And I loved this view. The sight of her knees spread. Pussy glistening for me. Open. Needy.
She was trusting me. Trusting that I would give her pleasure. Treat her well. That was just as sexy as her body.
I smoothed my hand down her back and over her ass, gripping her hips with both of my hands.
I gave her a squeeze then released her. She wiggled a little, clearly eager for me to touch her where she wanted me most. But I intended to edge the hell out of her.
To torture her like she had me the past few weeks.
I figured the harder and more often I made her come, the more open she’d be to exploring what this was between us. What this could be.
Plus, it was just fun.
Astrid always seemed so buttoned-up. So in control. And while I respected the hell out of her and her work ethic, I wanted to see her let loose. Give in.