CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

H is lips consumed hers, leaving no pretense behind. The scruff on his chin tickled. Theo kissed her with a finesse and skill mere mortals couldn’t emulate. She liked the feel of his mouth on hers; of his cheek under her hands. She opened and granted him full access. He took advantage and Carly liquefied into a puddle of lust.

He moved their bodies into a lying position on the couch. His body covered hers, but he kept his weight to the side, propped on his elbows. The sensual way Theo kissed blew her Christmas print socks off. A mix of hard yet soft, demanding but inviting. Never had her tongue relished the taste of another.

Their lips were locked, and fused together by the laws of attraction. Too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, she couldn’t stop. As the kiss grew more intense, so did her desire to touch him. Her fingers itched to feel more of him. To learn and explore every inch of his body.

She dove her hands into the soft mop of his hair, twisting at the strands. He seemed to enjoy her playful side as he growled when she pulled harder, angling his head for a deeper kiss. She couldn’t get enough.

His tongue licked along her bottom lip as he maneuvered her shirt up over her breasts. The kiss broke for a moment as his eyes devoured her body. His fingers worked the front clasp of her red bra. It popped open, freeing her breasts from their satin confines.

The color of his irises became the most breathtaking shade of cobalt as he ran the tip of his fingers over her nipple. It beaded under his gentle caress. He plucked at both tips, alternating and watching them harden. “You’re beautiful,” he said, as he palmed one breast in his large hand.

Carly believed him. She no longer had a reason to doubt his words.

It was only fair, if he got to look, then so should she. She tugged at the hem of his sweater and he pulled it off, tossing the garment to the floor. Theo Montagne was ripped. His body was in peak physical condition.

Carly reached for his thick biceps. He satisfied her arm fetish and then some. She could not wrap her hands around the muscle, but she didn’t need to, to pull him on top of her. Skin to skin. Her breasts were crushed against a wall of solid muscles, and she liked it. This time, she kissed him and it was the most intense kiss of her life. As if their tongues spoke a language of their own, communicating perfectly with one another.

She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to take over as her hands roamed freely. So what if they were breaking the law by trespassing. Who cared if they were stranded in a blizzard. The only thing that mattered was them.

She raked her nails over the ridges of back muscles, loving the hard planes of his body. It would be too easy to lose herself in the moment, to let the chemistry and sex appeal rule her. The war waged within her whether to keep going or... was there another option?

Everything felt so good. She couldn’t stop; not yet. Theo wasn’t the player she pegged him to be, but that didn’t make her easy. She’d never moved so quickly on the physical side with someone who wasn’t her boyfriend. She wasn’t another puck bunny.

The battle of whether to let things progress or stop him was lost when the zipper on her jeans lowered. His fingers dove inside her panties and he rubbed her bare mound. She moaned into his mouth.

Theo brushed Carly’s slit with the side of his finger, slowly exploring her folds. She should have been embarrassed by how wet she was; by how turned on she had become from a kiss. There was no denying it. Within a few swipes, his digit was drenched with her arousal.

He slipped one finger inside her and applied a heavenly amount of pressure with his palm. They continued to kiss as he explored her wet heat. Carly moaned again as Theo inserted another finger. He fingered her slowly and then faster until the climax built. His thumb flicked her clit, and she shot off the couch. He smiled against her mouth and kissed down her throat.

His pace slowed, making Carly delirious for more. He circled her nub while pumping his fingers in and out. He latched onto her nipple, engulfing the hard tip in his heat. She was so close, getting closer with each kiss and suck he provided to her breasts. She rocked her hips against his hand, reaching for her orgasm, but he kept it out of range.

“Theo,” she said, not sounding like herself. Who was this wanton woman? Carly didn’t care; she needed release. “Please, make me come.”

He flicked his tongue across her sensitive nipple and kissed his way to her navel. “Your wish is my command.”

Yes! She expected him to finger her until she shattered, but he removed his hand.

She whimpered in protest and lifted her hips to chase his hand. He pulled at her pants and panties, lowering them past her butt. She wiggled her hips to help him remove her clothes, leaving her exposed from the waist down. He drew off each of her socks and he added the items to an ever-growing pile on the floor.

Theo sat back on his heels and pushed her knees apart. She wanted to close them, but the way he admired her body made her feel beautiful, not embarrassed. He lifted her leg and kissed his way up from her ankle to the top of her right thigh, then repeated on the left. With both of her legs draped over his shoulders, he pressed his nose into the bare flesh and inhaled.

“Damn, that’s good. I hope you’re ready.” Without more fanfare, he licked along her entrance. One long, torturous stroke.

A shiver raced across her spine. He used his fingers to part her folds, then he licked Carly’s entire length before kissing her clit.

There was so much she wanted to do. Lock her legs and capture him there forever, open them wider to give him full access, and scream his name all at the same time. Instead, she sat up on her elbows to watch. Theo’s shaggy brown hair bobbed between her legs as he tasted her. His tongue worked its magic, reaching deep inside. He added his fingers into the fray and Carly became a writhing mess within seconds. He devoured her pussy and kept going.

His fingers penetrated her while he circled her clit with his tongue. He started slow but increased his speed quickly. Carly clenched against him as her climax neared. He must have sensed it too because he doubled his efforts and sucked her clit hard.

“Oh… Theo… Oh…” She splintered into a million pieces and shot off like a firework display on New Year’s Eve. She entered the land of bright lights and sparkles.

Theo slowed but didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last ounce of her orgasm from her. Once her head fell back onto the couch like a useless rag doll, he put her back onto the cushion. He kissed her body, and paid homage to her breasts again, but not for long.

“That was… I can’t talk yet, but give me a minute and I’m sure I can be clever.”

Theo chuckled, and the sound crushed the last of Carly’s defenses. He wedged his body beside her, his head propped on his arm, while the other traced an unknown pattern on her skin. He trailed his fingers down the center of her chest, across her ribs and up her arms. His gentle touch left goosebumps in its wake.

This amazing man had given her the best orgasm of all time. She’d never come so hard or for so long. She wasn’t a virgin, and this wasn’t her first oral experience, but this was far and away the most explosive.

Would she be able to repay the favor, did he expect that?

She needed to catch her breath before she could try. She also needed a heavy dose of courage, it had been a long while since she’d pleasured a man, and the truth was she’d only been with boys. High school boys who'd got off almost as soon as she touched them.

Theo wasn’t cut from the same cloth as those guys.

She twisted to face him and followed his lead, using her fingers to trace a similar pattern on his body.

He closed his eyes, and Carly could tell he was enjoying her touch. She repeated his actions several times before her hand traveled down his abs and traced the top of his jeans. His erection strained against the zipper, needing to be released. She lowered her hand, ready to free him, but he stopped her.

“What’s wrong?” She wanted to give back. Make him fall apart and unravel like he’d done to her.

“We can go slow, Carly.”

“I don’t get it.” Her confusion was written all over her face. “Don’t you want me… want me to touch, you know...” It was impossible to talk about that kind of thing with Theo Montagne.

He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You asked me to make you come, and I wanted to make you feel good. I couldn’t resist tasting you and feeling your body contract against my face. So pretty. But I don’t want to rush things. It’s obvious you have some wildly incorrect notions of who I am, so let me prove myself. Let’s get to know each other.”

Those words were sweet and totally unnecessary. “I thought we were doing that,” she said, looking down at the bulge in his pants. “Maybe I want to make you feel good too.”

“Perfect, because you are.” He adjusted her bra and pulled her shirt back down to cover her breasts. “I really like you Carly, and I wouldn’t want you to regret anything. Trust me, I would love nothing more than to make love to you, but it’s too soon. I’m not looking for a quickie, plus, I don’t want you to think I’m a player.”

“I don’t think that anymore,” she corrected him.

He hugged her, an act more intimate than the kissing. “Good. Turn over.”

She turned over, and he pulled her body against his, angling their bodies so they were spooning on the couch.

Her back settled against his front. He reached onto the back of the couch and pulled a blanket over them. “You’re not the first person to misjudge me. I’m always under public scrutiny,” Theo said, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Every move I make is public knowledge. People can be royal pricks and they will judge us.”

“Us? I’m not exactly famous. No one will care we’re friends.” The word friends didn’t fit, but she wasn’t prepared to think of them as anything more.

“They care. Why is anyone’s guess? But they’ll want to know everything about you. Like what you do for fun, who your friends are, and they’ll dig into your past. So, is there anything you’d like to tell me before we continue this relationship?”

“We are not in a relationship,” she reminded him.

“Yet,” he corrected her.

She elbowed his ribs lightly. “Damn, you’re smug. If you want to know who I am then ask; don’t make it sound like my life’s story will be headline news.”

“Tell me about yourself. Consider me a fan.” His playfulness penetrated her defenses.

She found herself wanting to open up, but had no idea what to say. “There’s not much to tell; I’m a redneck country girl with a wicked aim, so don’t mess with me.” Her joke made Theo’s grip stiffen. Telling a guy, she knew how to use a gun and could shoot him might not be the best way to win him over. Not that she wanted to impress Theo. “I’m kidding; a little. Most of my time is spent at university studying, and the rest at work to pay for it. I live a very common and boring life.”

He relaxed. “It’s not boring to me. Tell me more.” Their bodies were so close that she could feel his chest expand as he breathed.

“Um… I moved to Winnipeg this past summer and I haven’t made many friends yet. Okay, I have two. My roommate, Beth, and my co-worker, Miranda. Both girls are cuckoo for hockey which we have in common. They pretty much had to become my friends.” Admitting she wasn’t miss popular was embarrassing when she was sitting next to Theo. He oozed charm in his sleep she’d bet. Everyone loved him.

“Moving to a new city is tough. I’ve only lived here a few years, and I have a shit-ton of acquaintances but only a handful of friends. So, I get it.”

“No way!” She was shocked and wanted to turn over, but she didn’t.

He chuckled at her high-pitched outburst. “My first year, I was home sick and spent all my time off traveling back to Montreal to visit my family and my girl. This season, I have no reason to go back there. It’s been pretty lonely.”

The mention of his ex-girlfriend and Theo being lonely caused her to stir. “How did your ex handle the limelight?”

He laughed again, and the sound caressed her body like a sip of hot chocolate. “Not well I’m afraid.”

“I can’t picture you sitting at home alone. That image doesn’t gel with your public persona.” A vision of him alone and sprawled naked on his bed popped into her head. His hand on his cock as he… bad Carly. She swallowed and clenched her knees together.

“We have an entire team dedicated to building our public image. Say this; wear that; it’s exhausting, but it’s all part of the gig.” He blew out a big breath.

That didn’t sound fun. “I wouldn’t enjoy that very much. Must be tedious.” Here he was telling her how much life with him sucked and she couldn’t stop thinking about sucking something else.

“Parts of it can be, but I’ve stayed on their good books, so they leave me alone for the most part. But new relationships are always a topic of conversation.” Theo tucked a loose curl behind her ear. His finger lingered against her neck. “I like the hint of red in your hair and the freckles here.”

The compliment made her blush. “You shouldn’t have to debate who you are friends with. It’s none of their business.”

“You’re wrong. Dating me isn’t simple or easy.”

Dating Theo Montagne. The idea sent a tingle through her body, but he wasn’t the guy for her. The conversation seemed far too intense; too meaningful. “You’re Mr. Complicated now. Is that it?”

“I’m a kid from Montreal who gets to play pro-hockey. The complicated part is the world that surrounds hockey. Think you can handle it?”

Carly loved a challenge, but this was one she shouldn’t take. It was a game she couldn’t win, but it would be so much fun to play. She remained quiet, refusing to answer.

A few minutes passed. “Goodnight, Carly. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Theo.” They cuddled, and she watched the snow fall. His breathing evened out, and she fell asleep wrapped in his arms.