Push (Colorado Storm Hockey #3)

Chapter 15

15

ADALINE

As we stumble through the door of my apartment, Nik’s lips are on mine, his kisses redefining the meaning of fervent. He kicks the door closed and I barely notice. My focus is entirely on him and this body of his, this feeling of being completely consumed by him.

We miraculously navigate through the living room without tripping, all the while leaving a trail of discarded items on our path toward the bedroom. First Nik’s jacket that he practically tears off his body and then my purse, which I fling across the room, knocking into the lamp.

I break away from the kiss, my breath coming in quick gasps as I look up at him. With his tie askew and his eyes dark with desire, the sight of him makes me almost melt on the spot. I need this man. Desperately. I reach up, first untying his tie and then attempting the buttons of his shirt. He has no patience and takes over the task when I struggle on one. I’m surprised the buttons stay sewn on with how aggressively he does it. Finally, he opens his shirt and pulls it off his body, and then I get the absolute privilege of looking at his torso. All hard planes and ripped muscles. I look past the faint bruises and faded scars and place my hands on to his chest.

God, he smells good.

Nik struggles to remove my dress, fumbling to figure out the clasp at the top. It’s a relief to see him struggle with it. I’m reminded that he’s only human. When he finally conquers the clasp, the dress falls to the floor, the fabric slipping from my body, pooling at my feet, and I step out of it, kicking off my heels in the process. The height difference between us is a little much like this, but it somehow turns me on even more.

We finally make it into the bedroom and Nik’s pants join the growing pile of clothes on the floor, followed by the rest of our undergarments and his shoes.

We collapse onto the bed, our limbs intertwined and our skin bare against each other’s. Before we kiss again, we explore each other's arms, backs, legs, and chests with our fingertips. As we touch, our eyes roam over one another's bodies. His gaze is heated and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this desired or beautiful in my life.

“Ada,” he whispers my name while his fingers trace the curve of my hip.

I smile up at him, my heart swelling with a feeling I can’t quite name. It’s more than just desire, more than the physical attraction that simmers between us. It’s something like recognition. Something rare.

I pull him closer, my lips finding his in a new kiss. Nik’s hands continue to caress my skin. They're coarse but warm, and I never want him to stop. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to be as close to him as possible.

And then all hell breaks loose. His mouth goes to my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, the coarseness of his beard making the experience even more intense. My breath hitches as pleasure courses through me, my fingers digging into his hair and loosening it from its bun again. His hair falls around his face, which he quickly tucks behind his ears.

Then he finds his way to my inner thighs, teasingly stroking up and down, driving me wild with anticipation. I’m moaning softly, unable to control the noises escaping me as he kisses and nips his way down my body.

His fingers part me, sliding inside me smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight through my core, making my back arch and my hips buck against his hand. Nik’s other hand finds my breast again, rolling my nipple between his fingers, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside me.

In the alcove, I was convinced what he was doing to me was giving me the most pleasure I ever felt from a man. But this dual sensation—it blows that away. It’s almost too much. When he drops his tongue to my clit, I know I’m going to be a goner. He flicks his tongue against it, and I tense up, trembling, my muscles tightening, my heart pounding in my chest.

Nik’s lips lock onto my clit, sucking gently as his fingers continue to stroke me. The tension inside me builds impossibly greater, and I feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice. My calves are trembling, and my breaths are ragged as I succumb to the intense pleasure.

With one final flick of his tongue, Nik sends me over the edge, my entire body being consumed by the intensity and power of my climax. My body convulses, my nails dig into his shoulders as I cry out some combination of curse words.

As I lie there, panting, all I want to do is return the favor. That’s the second orgasm he’s given me tonight. And in all my time and all my hookups with men, no man has ever made me come in that way.

I find my strength to take on this beast of a man, this defenseman, and turn him over onto his back. He lets me. My limbs feel like jelly, but my passion for him is stronger. I finally get a good look at him and he lives up to every expectation I had. It’s no surprise that a man with such an imposing presence and confident demeanor is blessed in this particular way. But his girth is far more than I expected.

As I lower my lips to the tip of him, he surprises me by saying, “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to,” I reply, my voice shaky and uneven. “I want to do this for you.”

Nik’s eyes meet mine, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and…is that concern? “It’s just…I’ve heard it’s hard to manage.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

With a renewed sense of determination, I lower my lips around him, my mouth engulfing his thick erection. The salty taste of him fills my senses as I explore his length with my tongue. Nik’s fingers thread through my hair, gently guiding my head as he groans softly.

I take him deep in my mouth and he fills me completely, stretching my lips. I manage though, and start sucking and swirling my tongue around him every time I come up. The feeling of him twitching in my hands is my reward. His breathing grows more ragged and his grip tightens on my hair. It feels so good to give him this, to make him feel this way in return for all the pleasure he’s given me.

As I continue to work on him, his hips start to move, bucking slightly up into my mouth. I respond by increasing my pace, taking him somehow deeper, and rolling my tongue around him every time I come back up, teasing his most sensitive spots.

I’m ready to go all the way with this, but suddenly, in one swift motion, Nik lifts me up and away from his body. His eyes are filled with desire and awe as he speaks, his voice deep and husky. “You’re incredible,” he says, unable to contain his admiration. “I haven’t had that happen in so long.”

And it makes me wonder why. I’m surprised women haven’t been falling to their knees in front of him. There must be something more there.

Before I can ponder that too long, he goes on. “I need to be inside you.”

My chest erupts in flutters with anticipation of what is coming. I need that too. So I grab a condom from my nightstand and press it to his palm. He goes to work to put it on, struggling a little, but eventually gets it in place with a tight fit.

Nik—the stranger I married in Las Vegas—positions himself between my legs and I’m ready. I’ve been ready since that night, if I’m being completely honest with myself. With our eyes locked on one another, I reach down and guide him towards me, and with a single, powerful thrust, he claims me, filling me completely. I gasp—loudly—arching my back as his body presses against mine, my eyes shut close. His lips go to mine to soothe my whimpers. It’s been a minute since I’ve experienced this.

After I settle around him, he starts to move inside me, slow at first. But it isn’t long before his hips are driving into me with a rhythm that makes my entire body rock. The initial pain I felt subsides and turns into that special kind of intense pleasure I haven’t felt in a long time.

Our bodies collide again and again with a satisfying force. And when I open my eyes, Nik’s eyes lock onto mine, darkness swirling in their depths as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more intense. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me, needing more of him.

He drives into me with a force that leaves me breathless, my feelings for him growing with each passing moment. My hands clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin as I beg for more.

Nik responds to my pleas, his movements becoming increasingly unrelenting. His lips find mine once more, his tongue dueling with mine. His hips continue to thrust into me, driving us closer and closer to the edge .

I can feel another climax building within me, my body tensing so tightly. Nik’s gaze once again locks onto mine, his own desire reflecting in his eyes. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, each one burning me up, right down to my core until I am gone.

This time I cry out his name, my body shuddering uncontrollably while my muscles clench around him, drawing him even deeper into me.

And with that move, he finds his release and cries out a name of his own. But it’s not my name. It’s not even Ava.

Who the hell is Debbie?