But before she could let it out, he put his finger to her lips. “Two years, I've been looking for you, Paige.”
“Yeah, me too, bec—”
Lance leaned forward, pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her.
Paige wanted to resist at first, but she was shocked to remember what a sweet and passionate kisser he was. Gently, she began to kiss him back—and in a sudden rush, the memory of his taste, his scent, the way his lips moved, all came rushing back to her. Her heart felt feather-light, her knees weakened, her thighs throbbed, all the same exact way it happened two years ago at Zickell's—
So she forced herself away.
“I've been looking for you too, Lance,” Paige whimpered, “but—”
“Shhhh.” His fingers, so rough and calloused, circled her lips so smoothly and gently.
And before she could think better of it, her lips parted. Slowly, he pushed his thick finger deeper into her mouth, and she welcomed him in. She sucked him and teased him with her tongue, knowing full well that she was making him drunk on desire.
His eyes flickered with embers of lust. “I want you so bad, Paige,” he growled.
He tossed her to the mattress and pounced on top of her, just like he had two years ago.
Chapter 10
Paige
What am I doing?Paige wondered. She laid beneath the hockey player, trapped between his muscular forearms. He lowered his weight to her, pressing her against the mattress. He kissed her again, their tongues touching and twining.Oh God, what am I doing?
She'd had more than one chance to tell him about Irie—but each one had vanished just as quickly as it had arrived. Shame filled her—shame that she'd been too weak to seize the opportunity and tell him the truth. And she felt evenmoreshame, because with each kiss, Lance roused a part of her that hadn't seen the light of day in far too long.
The athlete kissed her fiercer and deeper, his body rocking against hers in waves. His desire grew with every kiss—and so didhe. She could feel him lengthening in his trousers. His firming manhood rubbed against her crotch, and her pussy clenched and heaved with a desperate longing.
Her needs and desires had come in second place forsolong. Yes, she needed to tell Lance about his daughter—she knew that.
But she also neededthis. Badly.
And nothing's stopping me from telling him after …
Who knows? Maybe it'd even help.
Lance pulled her Burger Stand shirt over her head and flung it aside. A second later, her bra was added to the heap on the floor. His eyes hungrily feasted on her perky breasts. “Goddamn, babe. Your tits are even better than I remember.”
He lowered his mouth to her nipples. But before he could suck, she quickly pushed his face away. “No. Don't.”
His brow grew heavy. “Why not?”
She couldn't possibly tell him therealreason why—not now, not like this. “I'm, uh, too sensitive. Sorry.”
Paige could see it in his eyes; he knew something wasn't right. What's more, she knew that lies and rejection in the bedroom could quickly turn a lover suspicious and ruin his mood. Eager to make it up to him, she dropped to the floor and crawled to the edge of the bed, between his legs.
She unbuckled his belt and wrestled his trousers from his muscular thighs. His cock eagerly sprang out, towering high into the air and jumping with his pulse. He still wore his piercing—a gold ring through his glans.
She licked her lips at the sight of him. She never thought she'd care for a dick piercing, but something about the gold ring on the head of his cock made him look soyummy.She loved to play with his ring, just like she had two years ago. She ran her tongue through the gold piercing, closed her lips on it and tugged, until he yelped with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Look how hard you got me,” he whispered.
She dragged the very tip of her tongue up and down his penis, ruthlessly teasing him until a glistening trail of pre-cum trickled down his glans.
“Suck me,” he growled, “I can't take it anymore! I want your mouth so bad.”
She was happy to obey. Truth was, she wanted him in her mouth worse than he did …
