She smiled against his belly and she would have bitten him if his skin hadn’t been tight as a drum. She unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his hips and thighs. He stood before her, his black horseshoe disappearing beneath his white briefs. An impressive erection filled out the clean white cotton, and she kissed him through his underwear. Then she pushed the underwear down his legs. Freed, he jutted toward her, and she noticed that the toe of the horseshoe disappeared beneath his pubic hair and went clear to the base of his penis. A ribbon was tattooed just above his dark blond pubic hair and was tied from one side of the horseshoe to the other, lucky was written across it in bold black ink.
She laughed and kissed the hot velvet tip. “You don’t want me to ask to do this?”
His response was a strangled, “No!”
For the first time since he’d kissed her, she felt the power shift to her, and she was in control. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and tested the weight of his testicles in her palm. She’d never done this for a man during their first time together, fearing it would set a bad precedent, but with Luc, she didn’t care. She wanted to do it. Not for him but for her. And no matter how it hurt and would kill her later, she knew there was no future with Luc. No precedent to set. She would take all that she could of him. She was Honey Pie. She’d try her hardest to put him into a coma.
Luc grasped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He brought his face to hers and his tongue ravished her mouth. His hands slid to her behind and he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hard naked flesh pressed into her through her thong panties and he kicked free of his pants and briefs. He fed her hungry kisses as they moved from the living room down the hall to his dark bedroom. Light from the massive windows spilled across the big bed, and he gently laid her across the deep blue quilt. She raised herself on her elbows and watched him move through the shadows. A drawer to a night-stand slid open and then he was before her.
“I’m thinking I might have to apologize before we get busy,” he said as he rolled a latex condom over the plump head and down the thick shaft.
She pushed her panties from her legs and tossed them. Light from outside poured over one side of his face. “Why?”
He covered her with his warm body and rested his weight on his elbows. “Because I don’t think I can last very long.”
Then she felt the head of his penis, smooth and hard and hot, and she didn’t think he had to worry, because she wasn’t likely to last long herself. He slid partway into her, and her body resisted the intrusion. She placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him and he took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Then he withdrew and pushed a little farther inside.
“You’re so tight around me,” he gasped. She sucked in a breath, his breath, as he pulled out almost completely, only to bury himself so deep she felt him against her cervix. A deep groan tore through his chest and echoed around her heart.
She wrapped one leg around his back. “Luc,” she whispered as he began to move, setting a perfect rhythm of pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good.”
With his face just above hers, he asked, “How do you want it?”
“Just like you’re giving it to me.” His athlete’s body-toned and trained to go the distance- strained, and his harsh breath brushed her face. Every cell in her body was focused on the shaft pounding into her body.
“More?”
“Yes. Give me more,” she gasped, and he gave it to her. Faster, harder, and more intense. Over and over, his harsh breath brushing her cheek as he drove her farther up the bed. And just when she didn’t think she could take any more, she cried out and her hands curled into fists. Her climax so exquisite she saw and heard nothing over the pounding of her heart and the rushing of sensation across her flesh. The fire he ignited deep inside flushed her body, and her inner muscles clenched and drew him deeper until he too climaxed. An explosion of curses were torn from his throat.
Neither of them said anything for a long time. Not until their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal. Luc withdrew from her and moved from the bed to the bathroom. Cool air rushed over Jane’s heated skin as she watched him go, walking through the variegated shadows. Her mind was still too numb to think about what she’d just done, but her heart knew. She loved Luc Martineau with a frightening intensity.
When she heard the toilet flush, she looked toward the bathroom door. Luc walked toward her, naked and beautiful within the panels of light falling across the bedroom. Looking at him, her chest got tight as if she
were having a heart attack.
“What time did you need to leave?” he asked as he joined her on the bed.
Reality intruded like a bucket of cold water. He hadn’t even waited for her afterglow to fade. She’d just had mind-blowing sex, and he was ready for her to go. She sat up and looked around for her underwear, hoping like hell she didn’t do something mortifying like burst into tears before she got out the door. “I don’t have a curfew.” As modestly as possible given that she was naked, she scooted on her stomach to the far edge of the bed and looked over the side. No panties. “If I can just find my underwear, I’ll get out of here. I’m sure you need your rest for tomorrow night’s game.”
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her across the bed toward him again. “Second string’s between the pipes tomorrow night, and I asked because I want you to stay.”
He turned her onto her back, and she looked up into his face. “You do?”
“Uh-huh. I figure I’m going to want to do that a couple more times before I let you out the front door.”
“A couple more?”
“Yeah.” He pulled her tight against his body, and she felt him rock-hard again. “Is that a problem?”
“No.”
“Good, because I’m planning on scoring a hat trick.”
Chapter 14
Sin Bin: Penalty Box
Jane wished she’d brought Caroline with her to the hockey game the next night. She needed something to keep her from thinking too much-from overanalyzing what she’d done the night before. But really, she’d analyzed her actions to death already. She’d had sex with Luc Martineau three times. Three mind-blowing, earth-shattering, set-your-hair-on-fire times. And each time, with each touch, each word uttered from his mouth, she’d fallen more in love with him, until she didn’t think her heart would ever recover.