Break my Heart (Western Wildcats Hockey, #6)

by Jennifer Sucevic

A groan rumbles up from deep within my body as she presses against me. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This connection. The feeling of being so close to her that nothing else matters.

Instead of giving in to the pleasure flooding my system, my fingers tighten around her slender hips. “You need to stop, or we’re going to get caught. I don’t think either of us want that.”

“That feels so good,” she whispers, her voice turning smokey. “Way too damn good,” I groan in agreement. “Keep that up and I’ll come in my sweats.” Her teeth scrape across her lower lip. “I’d like to see that happen.”

“As much as I want to make you come right here and now, I don’t want it to be like this.” I pause for a beat. “The first time I give you an orgasm, I want to take my time with you and draw out your pleasure. You deserve nothing less than that.”

“I know, baby. But you told me that you needed to take this slow, and that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” I search her gaze as it begins to clear. “No regrets.” Some of her arousal fades as she releases an unsteady breath. “No regrets,” she repeats.

Ava Philips. Ever since she walked in on me naked a few weeks ago, she’s been living rent free in my brain. It started out as curiosity, and now it’s turned into something I can’t shake no matter how hard I try.

Ava stands across the threshold in black leggings and a cropped pale-blue sweater that shows just enough skin to drive me crazy. Her hair is still up in a bun. My fingers itch to take the tie out and watch the golden mass spill down her back. Every time I see her, I’m bowled over by her beauty. No. Not just her beauty. Everything about her.

“I didn’t expect you to be so nice. Or thoughtful. Or understanding.” “Well, I guess with the right person, I can be all of those things.” When her gaze lifts to mine, her eyes are filled with doubt and something else that pulls at me. “Are you saying I’m the right person?”

Unable to resist, I slide her onto my lap until her thighs straddle mine. My hands rest on the gentle swells of her hips before pulling her a little closer so I can feel the heat of her body nestled against me. Her breath hitches, and her lips part slightly as our gazes cling. At every turn, I’m falling deeper for this girl.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how you kissed me this morning.” Her words send a jolt of heat straight through me. “I’ve been thinking about it too. More than I should.”

For the first time in my life, I want to take care and make sure the person I’m with doesn’t get hurt. I want to do whatever is necessary to protect her. Even though we didn’t know each other before, I wish it were possible to go back in time and keep her safe. I’ll do the next best thing and put her needs above my own.

My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her closer as our kiss intensifies. Her lips are soft, her breath warm as she moves against me, and for a moment, everything else falls away. Her past. Her doubts. My own guilt about Coach. None of it matters at this moment.

There’s no doubt about it. This girl will be my complete undoing. And you know what? I’ve never wanted anything more.

“I like the way it feels when I slide against you,” she whispers, mouth hovering over mine. “You’re killing me, Tink.” Her lips lift into a smile. That’s the moment I realize I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that expression on her face.

After a few silent moments, her shoulders wilt. “I think what I like might be a little fucked-up.” “That’s doubtful.” My fingers stroke the silky-soft skin of her jaw. “Give me an example.”

Her teeth scrape across her lower lip before she whispers, “I like when there’s kind of a thrill to it.” A thrill? I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Because Nathan would tell me what a dirty little whore I was for liking everything he did to me. He made sure I knew no one would ever be able to get me off the way he did.” She presses her lips together before admitting, “I think he might be right.”

“There’s nothing messed-up about you, baby. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with the way you enjoy having sex when it’s between two consenting adults. He’s the one who was messed-up in the head. Not you.” I draw her face close enough to brush my lips across her forehead. “Never you.”

“When was the last time you took matters into your own hands?” “This morning after class.” “Did you think about me?” Her voice dips, becoming low and husky. “You’re the only one I thought about. The only one I’ve been thinking about since we met.” A devilish glint enters her eyes. “Good.”

Only then do I allow my gaze to fall again. Holy mother of God, she’s got the most glorious breasts. They’re small and perky. The perfect handful.

Before I can think better of it, I step out of the shadows and stalk to the door. Maybe Ava wanted to keep this on the downlow because of her father, but her friends need to understand that she doesn’t need help finding a man. She’s already got one.

My attention is drawn back to Hayes when his warm breath ghosts over my ear, and a shiver dances down my spine. “Have I mentioned how amazing you look?” My fingers flutter over the short black dress that barely skims my thighs.

I just want to inhale a big breath of him and keep it trapped in my lungs forever. His arms tighten around me as my spine presses against his front. Everything about this guy is hard and sculpted. There’s nothing soft about him. He’s a wall of muscle. I never thought I’d find myself attracted to a guy like him, but that’s exactly what I am.

“You’re so damn sexy, know that?” I shake my head. I’ve never felt sexy before, and it boggles my mind that Hayes Van Doren thinks that about me.

Thoughts of how he touched and kissed me earlier have heat exploding in my core before throbbing a harsh beat in perfect rhythm to the music. His hands glide along my ribcage before settling beneath the swells of my breasts. When I whimper, an answering groan works its way up from deep within his chest.

Arousal dampens my panties as his mouth roves over mine until our tongues can tangle. Hayes nips at my lower lip, tugging it between sharp teeth before releasing it.

My eyelids crack open just enough to meet his heated gaze. The need I find swirling there sets my pulse racing. I can only imagine the same intensity is echoed within my own. This man makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, and the rush of s...

Hayes is so tall and broad—a force to be reckoned with—that people scurry out of his way rather than get run over. Even if you didn’t know he was a hockey player bound for the NHL, his size and demeanor would be intimidating.

“Do you feel how hard you make me?” It would be impossible not to. His cock is so long and thick. “Yes.” There’s little point in lying. Not when I’ve revealed all my secrets to him. The ones I keep buried deep down inside.

One hand glides down my hip before settling on the V between my thighs. Only then does he stroke my center through the thin layers of clothing that separate us. I can’t help but flex, pressing into his hand.

“Do you like having your pussy played with?” “Yes. It feels so good.” “Oh, Tink. This is just the beginning. I’m going to give this little pussy all the love she deserves.”

“Please.” “Mmm, that is such a pretty word falling from those pouty lips. It’ll play on repeat in my dreams tonight.”

“Now I need a taste.” The velvety softness of his tongue licks at my mouth before his lips crash onto mine. Just as I grow dizzy from lack of oxygen, he pulls away enough to ask, “How am I ever going to get enough of you?”

The moment our lips brush, electricity hums through every cell of my being. It makes me feel more alive than anything else ever has. Including hockey. Nothing has ever been able to give me the same rush.

Unable to stand the distance that separates us, I slip my arm around her waist and tug her close. I love the feel of her slender form pressed against me. The way we fit together perfectly. It’s a jarring thought. I don’t understand how this girl has come to mean so much to me in such a short period of time. It doesn’t make sense.

We step inside the elevator. As soon as the doors close, her arms tangle around my neck, and she draws my mouth to hers. There’s the stroke of tongues and the scrape of teeth. It’s like going from zero to sixty in two seconds flat. Need spirals through me, setting fire to everything in its path until I’m consumed by it. By her.

My hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing the rounded softness before pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take long before they stiffen right up. Unable to resist, I lean down and bite one and then the other until a moan escapes from her, and she’s shifting against me. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, as if to lock me in place. It’s totally unnecessary. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with her, giving her as much pleasure as she’s willing to take.

I drop to my knees and stare up into her face. Fuck, but she’s so beautiful with her hair mussed and cheeks flushed. She looks wild and free. I love it. Love that I’ve been able to tease out this side of her.

The cotton is damp with arousal. I bury my nose against the V between her thighs and inhale until her scent floods me. Fuck. She smells so damn good. I’m desperate for a taste of her.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Her voice is low and husky, vibrating with need. “Wasn’t planning on it.” I nip at her mound before drawing away. “Hold your dress up for me, baby girl.”

“Perfect.” My thumbs slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties before slowly drawing the cotton down her slender hips and thighs, revealing a shaved pussy in the process. But that’s not the reason why my breath gets lodged at the back of my throat. My attention is riveted on the tiny glint of silver just visible between her pretty pink lips.

Even though it wouldn’t matter, I’m glad I get to be the first one to touch her, to play with it. My gaze drops back to the piercing. While I’ve contemplated one of my own, I’ve never been with a girl who had one. It’s just as sexy as I imagined it would be.

I give her mound a little tap. “Don’t let the material fall, baby. Nothing shields this pussy from my view. Understand?” She lets out a whimper. I tap her clit again. “That’s not an answer.” “Yes.” “Good girl.”

I flick my gaze upward again. “Once I kiss this sweet little cunt, it belongs to me. Got it?” She nods before tilting her hips. “I understand.”

Once her underwear has been removed, I tuck the scrap of material into my pocket for safekeeping. Then I raise one leg over my shoulder so she’s opened nice and wide, and I’m able to get a better view of the silver circle that p...

Unable to hold back, my tongue darts out to give her pussy a long lap. The taste of her honey explodes on my tastebuds, and it’s almost enough to make me dizzy. One lick, and I’m addicted. A moan escapes from her as she opens her legs wider. My tongue dances ar...

“The alarm is going off, and it won’t be long before someone comes to check it. I’d rather they not find us with my face buried between your legs.”

With one final kiss against her soaked flesh, I rise to my feet. My gaze settles on the V between her thighs. As much as I love staring at her… “Cover up that sweet little pussy. I’m the only one who gets to see it.”

“Just so you know, I’m going to want more of that. Every chance I get, I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re crying, sobbing for relief.”

“Are you still good with this?” “Does it seem like I’m not?” “No, but I just want to make sure. I promised you slow. This isn’t exactly it.” “This pace seems perfect for us, don’t you think?” That’s the crazy thing. “I do.”