Sutton stretched up onto her tiptoes. “I love you.”
I felt the words against my mouth—the vibrations, the heat. It was my favorite way to hear those words, as if they were bleeding into every part of me. “Fuck, Warrior.”
She pressed her body against mine, my dick hardening at the mere hint of her heat. “I love you.”
“Again,” I commanded, my fingers trailing up her bare thigh, diving beneath the cotton of her sundress.
“I love you,” Sutton whispered.
My fingers stroked her through the lace covering her core. “Nothing makes me harder than those words. They wrap around my cock just like your pretty little fingers. Like the promise of your lips. Your heat.”
Sutton’s hips flexed into my hand, seeking more.
“Is my girl greedy?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Never get enough of you.”
Fuck.
I needed her. Needed to lose myself in her body, knowing she’d claimed my soul. Needed to feel the certainty of forever with her.
My fingers trailed over her skin, and I couldn’t resist cupping that perfect ass. Sutton moaned into my mouth as I squeezed the globes. God, those sweet sounds. I wanted to drown in them forever.
I forced my hand away from Sutton’s ass, my fingers twisting in the band of delicate lace at her hip. Sutton’s head pulled back, heat filling her eyes. “Don’t you dare, Cope. Notagain. I will not walk about this arena underwearless.”
I grinned, leaning down so my lips hovered just against hers. “But that’s just how I want you. So whenever you feel a breeze, you’ll feel me, remember me moving inside you, remember what’s ours.”
Sutton whimpered against my mouth.
The sound was too much for me. I twisted the fabric, snapping the delicate fibers and sending the lace fluttering to the floor. Then my fingers were sliding home into that wet heat. My dick stiffened to the point of pain. It wanted all of her, just like the rest of me.
“You like the idea of that? Walking through the rink still feeling me inside you. Knowing I’ve marked you.”
The blue of her eyes danced and transformed with blistering heat as Sutton’s fingers gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “Only if I can mark you right back.”
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m carrying your nail marks on my back. I’d have Kye tattoo them on me, but you’re burned into my goddamned soul. I carry you with me every second of every day.”
Those fingers tightened in my hair, pain flickering across my scalp. “Cope?”
“Warrior.”
“Fuck me.”
I lifted her, and her legs encircled my waist. “My goddamned pleasure.”
I strode to the desk, lowering her to the floor and then flipping her around so she faced the piece of furniture I wasn’t sure was sturdy enough for us. But if we broke it, I’d buy the dude another one.
“Grab the desk.” My voice had deepened, taking on a desperate edge.
Sutton drew in a breath but didn’t hesitate, simply bent over and grabbed the wooden edge. Her perfect ass curved in front of me, the cotton of her sundress caressing it the way I wanted to do with my hands, my tongue.
I trailed a hand down Sutton’s spine, and she shivered at the touch. The heat of her skin bled into my palm as I reached her ass. My fingers fisted in the fabric, and I flipped up the skirt.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Do you know how perfect you are?”
My fingers slid through her wetness, trailing it to her clit. Sutton let out a moan.
“I could stare at you forever. Play with you until that wetness trails down your thighs.”
