Body Check: A Spicy Hockey Rom-Com

Damn, he hadn’t expected her to be like this. Deliciously demanding and so gorgeous. Something about Hayden sent lust and curiosity spinning through him, the need to both claim her and unravel the mystery of her.

And there was plenty to learn about this freckle-faced professor who had initiated a random hookup when it was obviously not in her nature.

He teasingly sucked on her nipple before pulling his head away and straightening his back. His mouth went dry as sawdust as he stared at the evidence of his handiwork on those perky, full tits. His stubble had chafed the hell out of her skin, leaving splotches of red, and the tips of her dusky pink nipples glistened with moisture, making him want to feast on her again.

His eyes dropped to the wispy line of dark hair between her thighs. The sparse amount of hair offered a mouthwatering view of her swollen clit.

His already hot and hard body grew hotter and harder.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he groaned.

Hayden’s mouth quirked. Without answering, she turned on her heel toward the unlit hallway.

Brody took two steps, then stopped when he noticed the tattoo on her lower back. Oh, man. In the shadowy corridor he could just make out the shape of a bird. A hawk, or an eagle. Dark, dangerous, incredibly sexy and completely surprising. He’d known this woman was different. Her tattoo was so tantalizing he marched up to her and gripped her slender waist with both hands.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The top of her head barely reached his chin. How had this saucy little woman reduced him to a state of mindless hunger?

As his hands trailed down her hips, she twisted her head slightly to send him a look that said she was curious about his next move.

His next move consisted of dropping to his knees and outlining the tattoo with his tongue.

Hayden shuddered, but he kept one hand on her waist, keeping her steady. “Why an eagle?” he murmured, kissing her lower back.

“I like eagles.”

A very simple answer from a very complicated woman. He stroked her ass with his hand, then lowered his head and bit into the soft flesh.

“Bedroom,” she gasped.

“Screw it,” he muttered.

Still holding her secure with one hand, he slid the other around to her front and ran one finger over her clit. She hissed out a breath, then jerked forward, pressing her palms to the wall and raising that firm ass so that he got a very naughty view of her glistening pussy.

He moved closer as if being pulled by a magnet. While his pulse drummed in his ears, he licked her damp folds from behind and used his finger to stroke her clit.

Hayden shuddered again. “That feels—” she moaned “—amazing.”

“What about this? How does this feel?”

He shoved his tongue directly into her opening.

Her breath hissed.

He chuckled at her reaction, then thrust his tongue right back in before she could catch her breath.

Hayden’s soft moans filled the hallway. Her breathing grew ragged, her clit swollen beneath his thumb, her pussy wet with arousal. He kissed her again, then moved his mouth away and replaced it with two fingers.

“Are you trying to make me come?” she choked out.

“That was the plan, yeah.”

He explored her silky heat, fingering her deftly, enjoying her soft whimpers of pleasure while at the same time trying to ignore his dick, which was threatening to explode.

Any second now his control would shatter, he knew it would, but he held on to that one tiny thread of restraint, feeling it slowly unravel and fray inside him. Hayden’s cry of abandon made him move faster, increase his pressure over her clit and add another finger into the mix. And then she came. Loudly. Without inhibition. She pushed her ass into his hand as her inner muscles tightened and contracted over his fingers.

“Oh, my God… Brody…” Her voice dissolved into a contented sigh.

A moment later she slid down to the carpeted floor, her bare back pressing into his chest as he continued to trace lazy figure eights over her clit.

She shifted so they were face-to-face, her green eyes burning with need, her face flushed from her climax. She looked so good that he leaned forward to push his tongue through her pliant lips, intent on exploring her hot, wet mouth, desperate to taste every part of this woman.

Without breaking the kiss, he rolled her gently onto her back and covered her body with his.

“I need to be inside you,” he muttered.

It was a primal urge, an overwhelming desire to possess, and one he never knew he had, but sure enough it was there, making his entire body tense with need, waiting to be released.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he stood up and left her in the hall. He returned a moment later with the condoms that had been tucked in his wallet.

Only three, he realized as he glanced down at his hand. Maybe he was being overly optimistic, but as he looked at Hayden, he suspected he might need to make a trip to the drugstore. She hadn’t bothered getting up and she looked ridiculously sexy lying there on the carpet beneath him. Sexy and so damn appealing his cock twitched with impatience.

The air was thick with tension, the hallway quiet save for their heavy breathing. Before he could tear open the condom packet, she sat up and murmured, “Not yet.”

Then she wrapped her lips around him.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, nearly keeling over backward.

The feel of her eager mouth surrounding him brought on an unexpected shudder. She took him deeper into her mouth, cupping his balls, stroking his ass and licking every hard inch of him.

A few moments of exquisite torture were all he could bear. Difficult as it was to pull back from the best blow job of his life, he gently moved her head, so close to exploding he wasn’t sure how he managed to hold back.

He lowered himself onto her again and Hayden sighed as one palm closed over her breast. “It’s been so long…”

“How long?” he asked.

“Too long.”

He lightly pinched her nipple before bending down to kiss it. “I’ll take it slow, then.”

She forced his head up and kissed him. “No.” Then she took his hand and dragged it between her legs. “I want fast.”

He swallowed when he touched her pussy, still wet from her climax. He grew even harder, wanting so badly to put the damn condom on and slide into her slick heat. But the gentleman in him argued to go slow, to taste every inch of her body and bring her over the edge again before he took his own release. So once again, he tried to slow the pace, stroking her with his thumb.

His gentlemanly intentions got him nowhere.

“I’m ready,” she said between gritted teeth. “I don’t need slow. I need you to fuck me.”

His cock jerked at the wicked request.

Oh, man. He’d never have pegged this woman as a dirty talker. But damn, he liked it.

Without another word, he rolled the condom onto his shaft, positioned himself between her thighs and drove deep inside her. They released simultaneous groans.

Burying his face in the curve of her neck, Brody inhaled the sweet feminine scent of her and withdrew, slowly, torturously, only to thrust into her to the hilt before she could blink.

“You’re so tight,” he muttered in her ear. “So wet.”

“Told you I was ready,” she said between gasps of pleasure.

He slammed into her, over and over again, groaning each time she lifted her hips to take him deeper. It was too fast for him, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The way she dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him toward her, squeezing his cock with her tight wetness. The rising need in his body, the impatient throb in his groin, that forced him to move even faster.

She came again, quivering, shuddering, making little sounds that had his entire body burning with excitement.

He continued plunging into her until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He came a second later, kissing her harshly as his climax rocked into him with the force of a hurricane. Shards of pleasure ripped through him, hot, intense, insistent. Uncontrollable. He fought for air, wondering how it was possible that the woman beneath him had managed to bring him to the most incredible release of his life.

They lay there for a moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick, his cock still buried inside her.

Hayden ran her hands along his sweat-soaked back, then said, “Not bad.”

Even in his state of orgasmic numbness Brody managed a mock frown. “Not bad? That’s all you can say?”

“Fine, it was tremendously good.”

“That’s better.”

With a small grin, she disentangled herself from his embrace and got to her feet. Her gaze ruefully drifted in the direction of the bedroom they’d never managed to reach. “Five more steps and we could’ve been on my big, comfortable bed.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, the soft carpet itching the hell out of his back. “Don’t you worry,” he said with a rakish glint in his eye. “The night is still young.”