CHAPTER35
Calista stood staring at Ronan’s fit, hard muscled body. Her breathing slowed and mouth dried. Ronan took her hand and led her to the chair. He sank down, wrapped only in a towel, and hit the controls. The chair made a soft whirr as the motors powered into motion. He tugged her closer and scooped her onto his lap. He was so freaking strong.
“What do you want done differently for your new locker rooms?” Calista kicked her sneakers off and spun to brace her feet on the other armrest so her body formed a bridge over his. He was so cute, wanting her in here to cuddle. She put her arm around his shoulders and vibrations from the chair tapped against her skin.
“I like exactly what you did.” Ronan scooped her closer and nuzzled her neck.
The move made her giggle.
“Shh,” he whispered. “I don’t want anyone to hear you.”
“Why not?” Calista whispered back. “We’re simply discussing your confiscated locker room.”
He hooked his finger in the waistband of her yoga pants. “Q&A is not what I had in mind.”
Fun. Calista’s nerve endings sparkled, and he’d barely touched her. She took his other hand and flattened his palm over her breast.
“Umm.” He murmured as her nipple tightened, and her body revealed her reaction to his touch.
Calista put her lips to his ear, and a finger over his lips. “Shh,” she whispered softly.
Ronan cupped her head and gave her a wet, open-mouthed kiss. He pulled back. “Strip for me. Fast.” He kept his voice low.
Calista wasn’t worried about sound. She knew the solid structure of the walls and the insulated pipes between the spaces would dull the noise. Also, the other showers were blasting at full strength. No one would hear them.
Calista got up and removed her clothes slowly. Returning, she straddled his lap. His towel had ridden up and crisp masculine hair brushed her inner thighs and bum. Her breathing increased at the feel of him, the look of him, and his clear reaction to her closeness.
“Yes.” Ronan squeezed her bottom and ran his hands from her hips to her knees and back. “Exactly what I had in mind.”
Ronan put his hand between her thighs and traced lazy infinity symbols against her inner thigh, and then higher, up, around, over, down, and again.
Calista bit her lip and shifted. She squeezed his shoulders and kissed his neck. His skin was warm and fragranced by luxury shower soap. She ran her hands up and into his short hair, using her nails and tugging.
Ronan rewarded her by leaning up, licking and sucking on her nipples. He slowly rotated his thumb directly over her clit. He didn’t move any other fingers. Just the pad of his thumb in one slow rotation, then another, then he slid two fingers over her damp folds and circled her entrance, making her ache and throb.
Calista gasped. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, showing her need with the wet pulse of her tongue as she reached for the knot on his towel.
Ronan grasped her hand, stalling her. “I want the barrier, or I’ll lose control too soon.” His voice was gruff, and he dipped his finger inside her, one, then another. He made erotic motions, testing to see what she liked and encouraging her reactions, but slowing when she got close, keeping her needy.
Her mind sparkled and blurred, her body heightened to an unreal sensitivity. She put her lips to his ear. “Ronan, please.”
Ronan’s chest rose and fell. “Wish we were home, I could do this for hours.”
Calista flattened her palm over the towel against his hardness. “I’m into that.” Her voice was hushed and sexy. “I want to explore you too, know what makes you wild.”
Ronan groaned and removed his fingers from her core to cup her hip. “You. You make me wild.”
Calista moved her hand up, tugged his towel aside, and lowered onto him, the sensation full and satisfying. She controlled the motions of her hips, and he encouraged her pace with his caressing grip. He moved his free hand to her clit, stimulating the nerves, and driving her higher. All the while, the chair vibrated their bodies, creating an extra humming sensation to their vigorous movements. The erotic release flashed through her, quickly followed by his.
Ronan cupped the back of her head, pulling her lips to his in a carnal kiss, capturing her gasps of pleasure, and shielding their lovemaking from the outside world.
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Leaving class the next day, Calista picked up a coffee and strolled toward the parking lot, while mentally replaying her time in the locker room with Ronan. He made her want on a personal level. To be around him now was about more than watching him play ice hockey. Not that she didn’t still have a dream of owning the Snowers, she did. She’d make the stadium everything Ronan could dream of, if she had control, and Dodo got out of her way.
All Dodo’s gamesmanship had done was make her even more invested and push her to be more strategic. She wished Dodo would lose, even if it meant they lost Jerry and the current GM too. A phone number flashed in her mind for Olson Urqhardt, the Washington GM. She hadn’t consciously memorized his number when it had flashed on Ronan’s screen, but she was good with recall.
Having a GM card to play could help her case, plus, Ronan clearly respected Olson to no end. Making Ronan happy by giving him a nice surprise like being able to work with his old GM would be wonderful. Like giving Liam maple syrup. That day, and how the night ended, had imprinted happy sparkles in her heart.