Chapter 6
Sloane
Beck tasted like tequila and chaos, as reckless as the way he caught a puck, with his entire soul behind the moment. My body drifted into a sudden surrender while my mind attempted to process the ramifications.
Those were shoved aside the second he swept his tongue inside my mouth, tasting me as if he’d waited his entire life for such intimacy.
Every thought vanished, all sense of diplomacy and professionalism tossed aside. There was only what we were sharing, an undeniable connection electrified by a few hours of unbridled hunger.
With the taste infusing my senses, I slowly rolled my arm over his shoulder, pulling him even closer. There was a fire building between us, a shocking realization that there was no ability to shove aside what we’d felt since the first time we’d laid eyes on each other.
Where his lips had been soft and inviting before, his actions became rougher.
His tongue dominated mine, one hand slowly rolling down my back until he cupped my bottom.
As he lifted me off the floor, I wrapped one leg around his calf.
I felt light as a feather in his arms, so much so I was pushed into a sweet abyss.
When he broke the kiss, he kept our faces close while running his thumb across my bottom lip. I clung to his shirt, twisting the material in both hands. I hadn’t noticed before, but his face held a shadow, the stubble brushing against my cheek as he whispered in my ear. “You can still back out.”
“And why would I do that?”
The slight deep, husky chuckle held more purpose than before. “Good. Besides, if you tried to run or push me away, I’d take you over my knee.”
What was it about his words that was so thrilling? And why was the implied act capable of making me blush? I’d never been one to feel embarrassment before, not from anyone, including the men who enjoyed trying to break my defenses.
Much like he’d done by remaining naked in the locker room.
He’d been an easy challenge to win before. Standing inside my hotel room with a sultry gaze, his eyes first penetrating mine then sweeping down my body was something else entirely.
As if the beast instead of the man was claiming me. Maybe all those pesky neon posters I’d read only hours before were causing my strange reaction.
Baby, I’ll be happy to handle your stick
How about a private hockey game, just the two of us?
Shifters are well hung
At this point, I was almost jealous.
I was also in an unusually playful mood, longing to test out his promise. Which was why I pushed him away, taking long strides backwards. “How did you get from the sidewalk to the top of the stairs?”
He studied me with great intensity before ripping off his shirt by the collar, his eyes sparking fire as he focused on my cleavage.
Even though I’d seen him without his clothes and in all his masculine glory, because this was something entirely different that we were sharing, my breath was stripped away.
Every muscle was truly carved to perfection.
Before I knew what had happened, Beck had his fingers wrapped around my wrist, jerking me against his chest. That wasn’t enough, his fingers spearing my hair. This time, his hold was fully possessive and there was no way I could free myself.
“So you like to play games with the big, bad wolf, I see.”
“What if I do?”
“Then I’d warn you to be careful in attempting to charm a man with such intense needs.” Perhaps he was out to prove a point, pressing his groin into my stomach. There was no doubt what he had in mind, his hunger as explosive as mine if not more.
I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of his aftershave as the warmth of his body caressed my own. “I don’t mind living dangerously.” The admittance left me feeling vulnerable inside, but at the same time, I was close to being giddy from excitement.
At this point, I should learn to expect the unexpected from him, but when he tossed me over his shoulder, another gasp left my lips.
“What are you doing?” The demanding tone was more typical of the woman who’d flown in from Chicago, not the one lured into a quick, passionate affair.
He gave my ass a sharp, stinging slap through the thin material of my pants. “Whatever I want.”
“You really are a brute.”
Another crack of his hand burned deep within. He moved from the living room of the suite, easily finding the bedroom. “You’re just figuring that out? You can lead the article with that line.”
“The Devil went down to Arizona.”
His laugh was far too sultry. So was another savage smack of his hand on my backside.
The sound alone created a deep core throb that I wasn’t used to.
I found all of this, the entire night incredibly hot.
There was something about his gruff mannerisms that turned me on, but perhaps what had unlocked the desire was the opposing personality he’d allowed me to play witness to.
If only for a little while.
With another crack of his hand against my bottom, he lowered me onto my feet. He cupped my face with both hands, peering into my eyes, his indescribable. They were so luminous that in the light of the bedroom, they appeared to be glowing.
Gazing over his body, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out or begging him to fuck me. I wanted to enjoy the moment.
He kissed my lips softly this time, brushing them back and forth before nipping the same lip in the same place as I’d done seconds before. When he bit down, I had a sense he was laying claim, a primal effort of marking me.
The thought was ridiculous, yet penetrated my mind. I gripped his wrists while he teased my mouth, darting just the tip of his tongue inside.
However, the longing we shared didn’t allow the gentle passion to remain for long. As soon as I rubbed my hands up his chest, he threw his head back and tugged at my tee shirt. There was no question about who was in charge.
I took a deep breath, completely rattled as he undressed me. While there was a sense of urgency, there was no ripping of clothes, no demand made. Just a man taking control while enjoying unveiling a prize.
Since when had I experienced a man looking at me with such extreme desire? The honest truth? Never. Not once. I was thrown by wanting to touch him, which I sensed he had no intention of allowing.
With every action taken slow and easy, he removed pieces of my clothing one at a time.
While unfastening my bra, his eyes never left mine, a soulful look that caused me to hold my breath.
As soon as he pitched the material aside, he cupped my breasts, taking and holding a deep breath while rubbing his thumbs back and forth across my already aching nipples.
I was unsteady on my feet, concentrating on trying to keep from falling prey to my knocking knees. Somehow, I knew he had no intention of allowing me to fall. With another blistering look, he lowered his head, taking one hardened bud into his mouth.
Very slowly I lifted my head toward the ceiling.
The sensations were wild, his hot mouth against my cool skin creating an electric wave of vibrations.
I could feel my breathing coming in labored spurts while he rolled one nipple between his fingers.
When he pinched the tender tissue, I was pitched forward, moaning from the sweet shock.
His subtle laugh was just the beginning of his savage sounds.
I stroked his shoulders, marveling in the way his muscles felt to my fingertips.
He was built like no other man I’d ever seen.
Was his physical beauty because of his shifter blood?
I didn’t know and tossed aside the curiosity. I’d study more about his body later.
Much later.
He rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking his time to suck until I was extra sensitive. When he lifted his head, the appearance of his eyes was completely different. The gold flecks I’d seen surrounding his irises were more pronounced, a ring of fire that became hypnotizing.
Still with every move slow and deliberate, he rubbed his hands down my sides to the waistband of my trousers.
One hand was all he needed to unfasten them, peeling away the material while taking several deep breaths.
As he pulled my trousers over my hips, another rush of heat tickled every pore, every inch.
I was suddenly shoved into the moment of embarrassment that I’d almost laughed at before, incapable of thinking clearly.
Beck dropped to his knees in front of me, slowly dragging the material lower, only stopping long enough to remove one shoe then the other. He was in a full concentration mode when removing the pants altogether.
Now in only a lacy thong, I cinched my eyes shut as the tickling sense of heat scorched the skin of my neck, cresting across my jaw.
He was still partially clothed, which made this that much more sinful. Using the rough pads of his fingers, he rubbed the outside of my thighs, the slow and easy dance more peaceful than it should be.
“Sloane.” His tone was even darker, the single word almost said as if a warning. I had the urge to try to defy him again, but damn it if he didn’t know the evil thoughts.
Another hard smack against my aching bottom and I yelped, my eyes open wide.
“Look at me. Don’t take your eyes away. Do you understand?” Was his question a passionate threat?
Maybe so. “Yes, sir. Or maybe I should say yes, master.”
I was instantly rewarded with him nudging my legs apart then pressing his face against my damp panties.
Oh, shit, the sensations rocketing through me were insane. I jutted my hips forward while wrapping one arm around his head.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he asked the question as if it had already come up.
“No. What?”
“I’m going to throw you down on that bed and hate fuck you until you scream my name, surrendering to me fully and completely.”
“I didn’t realize we hated each other.”
He drove his fingers through the lace, ripping my thong. “Now?”