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“Like what you see?”
“Yes. Very nice.” She glides her hands over my broad chest, her nails scratching lightly at my skin. I flex and her pupils darken.
All that time in the gym’s paying off.
Her fingers trail over my abs, all the way down to the button of my jeans. Her eyes flick to mine, questioning.
“Go ahead.” My voice is low, husky with desire, my cock swelling with anticipation. I like this side of Rachel. She’s confident, fully aware of what she wants.
Undoing my jeans, she slides the zipper down and I kick out of my shoes, socks, and pants. My cock’s hard and ready for action, bobbing in my boxer briefs.
“I’m comprehending the hockey god status now.”
I grin. “Thank you. There’s more to the status than just looks, though.”
“Oh?” One brow arches high.
“It’s also performance based.”
“I see.”
“You’ll understand better in a second.”
In one quick move, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, laughing the entire way.
CHAPTER 11
RACHEL
Xander takes me upstairs, setting me down in the center of a cloud. Well, not really a cloud, but that’s what the enormous bed feels like, with the tall stack of pillows and the white, fluffy duvet.
I laugh, breathless, as he unzips my booties and pulls them off my feet. Massaging the sensitive arches with his thumbs, a soft moan escapes my lips.
“That feels amazing.”
“I’m going to make you feel amazing all over.” His deep, husky voice sends a shiver of excitement skittering up my thighs as he smooths his calloused palms over my legs, inching my dress up over my hips.
Hot desire licks at me with every stroke, every caress, wetness dampening my panties. I’m on edge, keyed up, and it’s wonderful.
Xander’s wonderful.
Ever since we met, he’s all I think about. I’m a teenage girl with a crush on a professional hockey star. The only difference is this crush is not some poster on my wall. No, he’s very, very real, his full lips kissing up the inside of my thigh.
“Xander…” I moan, chill bumps rising on my skin.
He lifts his head, those brilliant blue eyes gazing at me through dark lashes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I murmur as he resumes his kisses, creeping up toward the apex of my legs. “Better than okay.”
“Good.” He nips lightly at my skin and I shiver, a shockwave racing straight to my clit.
This man knows what he’s doing.
He kisses and sucks through the thin satin panties as I grip the thick cords of muscle in his shoulders, squirming under his attention.
“You like that?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I can’t form a coherent thought right now, let alone a complete sentence as he slides my panties off. Then he’s back between my legs, his tongue swiping through my wetness.