Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
But I was an asshole.
I swung my truck around and headed for her hotel.
28
RAIN
Just as I started to fall asleep, there was a knock on my door.
I’d been wired after talking with Coach Hines, so wired that I’d given up trying to go to sleep. I’d gone back to the rink for an hour of skating. I’d read Tyler’s texts, but what was he thinking? I couldn’t go to the bar with them. How would we act around each other? The first words he’d said to me were asking if I was okay with him kissing me. We hadn’t spoken to each other in front of the team. So again, what was he thinking?
I’d just texted back something general. We could talk more in person tomorrow.
But now there was pounding at my door.
“Rain! Are you asleep? Let me in.”
That was Tyler, and when he continued knocking, I hurried out of bed. Rushing to the door, I lectured myself in my head. Who else were you expecting? Why are you in such a hurry to let him in when this is a terrible idea?
I unlocked the door, swung it open, and pulled him inside. “Stop.”
As soon as the door was closed and locked, I turned to him, and his hands went to my face. He stepped close, and the air left my lungs as he backed me against the door. He didn’t give me a moment to acclimate myself. He was there, right there, and he was breathing my space. My heart lurched as my body got hot.
He plastered himself against me and bent down, but he didn’t kiss me. He just held there.
“My mind’s been buzzing all night, thinking about why you weren’t responding to my texts,” he said. “I got worked up. Were you with someone? I shouldn’t ask, but were you? I don’t want that, for the record. If we keep doing this, it’s just you and me. Can I ask that? I’m asking. I’m saying it. Just you and me. Fuck. I never do exclusive, but the thought of someone else touching you?” His hand went to my hip and slid under my shirt, resting against my skin. His forehead fell to mine and he breathed me in again. “I was going fucking nuts.”
His pulse raced and his eyes were dilated. I got a whiff of beer from his breath, but he didn’t seem intoxicated. I reached up, wrapping my hands around his wrists as I pulled his hand from my face. I stepped back so I could better see him. “Are you drunk?”
“No. One beer that I didn’t even finish.” He took my hands in his, pinning them to the door above my head.
Whoosh. And just like that, I was throbbing for him. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy. “Tyler, what are you doing?”
“I want you.” His eyes were molten, so dark. His gaze fell to my lips, and hunger flared. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head all night. What were you doing? Tell me you weren’t with someone else.” He moved against me, and I could feel how hard he was. That was for me. Because of me.
I struggled against the surge of feeling that bloomed within me. Power.
Tyler wants me.
But for how long?
“Rain,” he whispered as he bent over, his lips finding my throat.
And just like that, I ceased thinking. “Yes.”
“Thank God.” And he picked me up, moving us to the couch. He sat, his hands sliding under my shirt. “I want you to ride me, just like this. Do you want that? Feel me sliding inside of you? You’re in control.”
I wanted it. I was panting for it as his hand slid into my shorts, finding my clit and rubbing there. I closed my eyes, struggling to breathe. Every touch felt so good. Had it been like this the last time? I was struggling to remember. I could only concentrate on how he was making me feel this time. Tonight.
“I want to be in you,” he murmured against my throat, switching to the other side. His hand slid up under my shirt, raising it before I reached down to whisk it off. I didn’t have a bra on tonight and he gazed at me, looking intoxicated even though he said he wasn’t. “Goddamn,” he whispered, one hand palming my breast. “You are beautiful.”
He didn’t notice how I froze at his words, groaning as he leaned forward to take my breast in his mouth. His tongue flicked over my nipple.
Stop thinking, Rain. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I did just that, giving myself over to how he was making me feel.
And he was making me feel so good. So wanted. Every touch sent tingles through me. I began moving over him, grinding down on him, and his hands cupped my hips, squeezing me. “Holy shit, that feels so good.” He tilted his head back, his eyes dazed with lust. “Condom?”