Fake Dating the Defenseman Next Door (Soltero Beach Scorpions Hockey #1)

13. Angela

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Angela

D iego walks at a clipped rate, his long legs striding forward with purpose, taking me along with him. Away from Siren’s and the swell of the Pacific. The cool breeze blowing off the ocean ripples through the jersey and sets my long, dark hair to dancing around my face and obscuring my view of his rounded, perfect ass.

“It’s so unfair,” I moan, tongue loosened by the two beers I downed in the time I’d been in the company of his sisters.

He glances back.

“What? Are you cold?”

Shrugging out of his suit jacket, Diego drapes the enormous thing over my shoulders and bundles me up tight. I’m fully doused in the ocean-tinged scent of his cologne and I burrow into it, inhaling like a total weirdo.

Then, I’m swept clean off my feet. He hauls me into his arms, cradling me close to his chest and tucking my head into the crook of his neck. Here, his scent is stronger.

Headier.

Sexier.

Goddamn. I’m now running my nose along the curve of his neck, aware of his tight grip, his hard chest, his slightly labored breathing and the strong and steady beat of his heart. I take no notice of the darkened window shops along the Main Street drag as we pass.

“I can walk, you know.”

“You were practically running. And it’s cold. You’ve been on your feet all day. It’s only a couple blocks. I can carry you.” He glances down at me. “I want to carry you.”

I blink, heart stuttering. Bathed in moonlight and shadow, Diego’s deep set eyes look darker, sultrier. That scarred slash across his cheek gives him an even edgier, dangerous, alluring appeal.

“Besides, you were right. It’s not fair for me to be perfectly warm while you freeze on the walk home.”

“I was talking about how good you look,” I quip, voice muffled because I’m talking against his neck, peppering kisses along the column of his throat. I smile against his skin when I feel him swallow hard. “Couldn’t you have gotten a little uglier since high school? Far as I can tell, you’ve only gotten sexier with time. It makes me…”

I flop the arm of his jacket in the air helplessly, gesturing vaguely.

Diego rounds the corner to our street. “Makes you what?”

“Makes me want things I shouldn’t.”

“You’re allowed to want things, Angie. Don’t limit yourself. If you want something, fight for it. Work for it. And fuck, when you get it, cherish it.”

He carries me straight into the elevator and I jab the button for the penthouse.

“And if what I want is you?” I whisper, fingers playing with the second button of his crisp, white dress shirt.

Diego glances down at me, his hazel eyes dark with swirling desire.

“Then have me,” he says simply, crushing his mouth to mine in a hot, hungry kiss full of promise.

I’m giddy as we tumble through the doors and down the hall. My feet barely touch the ground before he’s jabbed his key into the lock and thrown the door open.

Then he tugs me into the condo and I crash into him, laughing when he kicks the door shut behind me.

Alone.

Finally.

My breath catches as I shrug out of his jacket, letting it fall to my feet.

His gaze follows it, then tracks up my body in a long, lazy full-body caress I feel through my skin. I bite down on my lip, and close the distance between us. Sliding my palms over his chest, I will my fingers to stop shaking as I pop the buttons on his shirt.

Still, he watches me. Those hazel eyes ablaze, that shapely mouth a firm line.

Then I pull his shirttails out and push the undone shirt off his arms, press my body against his strength. Feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his trousers.

A thrill sparks deep inside me with the irrefutable evidence of Diego’s arousal. For the first time, I feel powerful. Womanly. Wanted.

Eagerly, I reach for his belt as lust burns through me, soaking my panties. I smile as Diego swallows air, eyes fluttering closed as I let the buckle clatter to the floor. Then I reach for his pants, pausing only when his big hands cover mine.

“Wait. How much have you had to drink?”

I quirk a brow at him. “Enough to be brave. Not enough to screw with my judgment.”

“Are you sure?” he asks huskily.

I nod.

“We don’t have to do this today. We can wait.”

I stare at him. His defined pecs, tight abs, chiseled biceps. That impressive, hard bulge in his trousers. Then I glance up at his face.

Jaw tight, he gulps and looks pained. Like he’s experiencing a particularly exquisite torture and battling hard for control.

My heart lurches. My big talkin’ hockey player with all the jokes has a heart the size of the ocean. Always so concerned about everyone else. Always thinking about others before himself. Always giving pieces of himself, sacrificing his body, his heart, his needs.

Even now.

Even when he wants this as bad as I do.

He’s willing to put me first.

I decide to make things crystal clear for him, undoing his trousers and cupping his impressive cock in my hand.

“Jesus,” he hisses, head lolling back to stare at the ceiling.

“I want this, Diego,” I say, giving his thickness a testing squeeze and sliding my grip up his stiff cock. “I want you. Are you sure this is going to work? You’re awfully big.”

“It’ll work,” he growls, picking me up and kissing me hard. “Let me show you, baby.”

He carries me to the bedroom, deposits me on the edge of his enormous California King size bed, and drops his pants.

Oh shit. Whatever sound I make comes out strangled as I admire his naked body. Pure, masculine sex appeal radiates off him.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe, beckoning for him to come closer.

Diego chuckles and steps within my reach. “I very much doubt that. But you certainly are.”

In the dim light filtering into the room from the window, I don’t know if he can see me blush. But I know that the darkness is for my benefit. I tug the jersey off, slip out of my bra, and shimmy out of my jeans.

There. I’m clad only in a tiny pair of boy short style undies, my breasts barred with one arm, worrying that he’ll change his mind or that his interest will wane.

But when I glance at him, he’s lightly stroking himself and biting his lower lip. He stares at me like I’m a vision he’s committing to memory, a fantasy come to life.

“Are you wet for me?”

I nod, aware that the heat between my legs only grows hotter under his gaze. My eyes lock on his hand sliding up and down his cock, the motion mesmerizing. The sight, erotic.

The air around us thickens with tension and, because I’m curious to see what will happen, I drop the arm hiding my breasts from him and slide it down my belly.

His eyes narrow as I slip my fingers into my panties. I gasp softly as I feel the slip and slide of my wet arousal already coating my lower lips.

“Soaking,” I say, gasping and tilting my hips as I circle my clit. “Like I always am when you’re near.”

He’s on me in a heartbeat. His big hands captures my wrists and draws them over my head as he presses me into the mattress. His kiss incinerates me. Every lash of his tongue stokes the inferno inside me into a wildfire until I’m writhing beneath him, bucking my hips as his mouth burns a trail across my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.

When his hot, greedy mouth closes around my nipple, I arch up, gasping.

“Knew you were trouble the moment you crashed my party,” he mumbles between kisses. His free hand hooks into my panties, and with a mighty tug, the fabric rips free of my body. “You made me want things, too. Things I never thought I wanted.”

I whimper. Speech is impossible, not when my body is on fire and his every touch is fueling the flames.

Then he grabs hold of me and rolls us over, so my legs are spread indecently over his hips. My hot, dripping pussy rests against the thick, hard swell of his cock. My shock gives way to a moan when he drags me over him and our sexes slide against one another.

“You make me want to tease,” —he grinds his erection against my heat so that my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure coils within me— “Make me want to taste of the forbidden fruit hidden here.”

Then he hooks his arms under my knees and yanks me up his body. I pitch forward, bracing my arms on the bed as he positions my legs to bracket his head.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I gasp, horrified that his nose is buried there, between my legs. Worried I’d suffocate him.

“I’m doing what I said I would. I’m going to feast on this pretty little cunt. Sit on my face, baby.”

“I’ll crush you,” I whisper, eyes sliding shut.

“There are worse ways to go,” he says, taking a deep inhalation of me. “But, baby, you smell like heaven. And I already know you taste even better. So if you don’t want me to starve, sit. On. My. Face. Now.”

I lower my hips tentatively. Diego hooks his arms over my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue swirls through my folds. My eyes cross and I toss my head back, a moan ripping from my throat at the sensation of his mouth on me. Sliding. Slurping. Sucking.

Soon, I’m fully seated and grinding down on him. Whatever worries I had evaporate when his tongue spears into my tight channel.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want. You look like a fucking queen right now.”

His praise pushes me closer to the edge. And when he grazes my clit with the barest hint of teeth, I come apart with a silent scream, shuddering as the orgasm tears through me with Diego’s tongue still circling my throbbing clit.

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs. “That’s my girl.”

Then, after one last, reverent kiss pressed to my sensitive clit, he sits up and cradles me in his arms while I fight to catch my breath. His hands stroke my back as praise falls from his lips.

“You were amazing, Angie. A goddess. How do you feel?”

I consider my tingling, sensitive skin. Beneath my breast, my heart pounds. My breath levels as my hands slide over his shoulders, and I marvel at the unknown thing inside of me that’s shifted.

It’s like he’s unlocked something inside me.

The one word I can come up with is unleashed.

“I feel free. Like you’re everything I’ve been waiting for,” I say, tilting my head back. I lick my lips and kiss him hard, pressing my palms against his hard chest and straddling his lap so I can feel his hardness against my center. He groans against my mouth when I shift restlessly in his lap.

Tearing away from me, he rasps, “If you keep doing that, we’ll really be in trouble.”

I grin at him, sly and wicked, as I work a hand between us to stroke him. “And how much trouble would it be to get messy together?”

“No trouble at all.” His eyes darken and he grabs hold of my chin. “Only if this is what you really want.”

“Oh, I want.” I drop my gaze and slide my fist over him, spreading the bead of moisture topping his slit over him.

“Fuck. Let me get a condom,” he says, reaching for the bedside table.

“I’m on birth control to regulate my cycle,” I say softly, rising up on my knees and sliding him through my folds. “And truthfully, I don’t want anything between us.”

“I get checked regularly, and haven’t been with anyone in years.” His hand stills and his eyes drift shut. “But, Angie, are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I blink up at him. “I trust you, Diego.”

Then I notch tip of his bulge at my slick entrance.

“There’s no going back from this, Ang.” Diego’s hands flex on my hips. His eyes bore into mine, trying to impart the gravity of the situation to me. “If we do this, you’re mine.”

My pussy flutters at the thought. Could he mean that?

“So tell me what you want, baby.”

“You,” I answer automatically, lowering myself an inch. Pleasure snaps through me, making me gasp. “Just you. Just like this.”

He groans, fingers digging into my flesh and lips coasting across the curve of my neck. I tilt my head and grasp his shoulders for leverage, sinking lower, moaning as he stretches me. Invades me. Makes me his.

And in my heart, I know it’s for always.