Puck Me Secretly (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #1)

by Odette Stone

“I wanted to give my art a real chance. I want to have kids one day. And I haven’t had a real orgasm with a guy.”

His blue eyes widened.

He reached over and pushed my head back down. “Tell me why you’ve never come during sex.”

“Keep talking. Focus on my face.”

“All my friends talk about these great sexual moments, but something is wrong with me. I had to fake it with all the Baby Men. Every single time. I’ve never told anyone ...

“Nothing is wrong with you. Blame the bab...

“You don’t kno...

“I know I could make you come in two ...

I won’t have that chance. Because our plane is crashing. This is it....

“I’m glad you’re here in my final moments.”

“Don’t think about that, sweetheart. Think about anything but that.”

“How do you know you could make me orgasm?”

“I know how to fuck.”

“But how do you know women weren’t faking...

“Are you for real?”

“I faked it with my boyfriends.”

“Trust me, I could get...

“If we survive, I will let you.”

“Only if you want.” My face burned.

Blue eyes crinkled in amusement. “It’d be my honor.”

“Holy fuck,” I breathed. “We lived.”

“We lived.”

“I don’t remember the crash.” “You ...

“How did I get off the plane?”

“I carried you.”

Max had believed we would die, but he spent his last moments trying to comfort me and make me believe we’d be okay.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “You’re already a distraction.”

“Is this where you try to make me have an orgasm?”

“I get it.”

“What do you get?” “You’re not that into me.”

His serious expression traced over my face. “What do you want?”

“I want my orgasm.”

Max kissed me like he had all the time in the world. I lay back and his mouth followed mine.

I arched my neck back, my fingers still tangled in his hair, when he trailed his mouth down my neck. I loved getting my neck kissed, and he was fantastic at it.

His hand tugged at the belt of my robe.

Max’s warm mouth traced along the tender skin beneath my jawline.

He lifted himself over me. I could feel the heavy fabric of his jean-clad legs against the naked skin of my inner thighs.

a big hand moved up to cup my breast.

I fought a ridiculous need to giggle, but that feeling died when his mouth captured my nipple and he sucked on my breast with an intensity that made me come off the bed.

He moved to my other breast, and I squirmed as those sensations intensified.

I covered my face with both of my hands when his mouth moved down. Teeth grazed my rib cage. A tongue teased my belly button.

I felt two strong hands, move down my thighs, teasing the soft skin and pushing my legs open.

lifting my head, watching as he lifted my calves over hi...

His face was inches away from m...

“You smell amazing,” his dark eyes lifted to my face. “Do you taste a...

I don’t ...

without breaking eye contact, his tongue licked up ...

“I don’t think I’ve tasted anything this good.”

I moaned and covered my face with my hands. His mouth delved between my folds. Big hands imprisoned my legs, holding me down.

He sucked, feasted, nibbled and lapped at me. He tortured me with his ...