The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 213

My hand at her waist.

Then higher.

Skin I had thought about in every shower. Warm. Soft. Real. She arched into my palm and I groaned into her mouth like I had been punched.

“Luca,” she said against my lips.

I should have stopped there.

I should have taken my hand out from under her top and remembered why I had walked out last night.

I could not remember any of it clearly.

“Say stop and I stop.”

I still gave her the chance. One last door.

She pulled me closer instead.

That was not stop.

It was go.

I kissed her throat. The place under her ear. The spot I had marked last night before I ran like a coward. She arched and made a sound that almost ended me on the first minute.

I pulled her top up.

I did not ask. I looked at her first, waiting for the no that did not come, then I put my mouth on her breast and sucked.

She gasped so sharply I felt it in my cock.

I groaned against her skin. Soft. Warm. The nipple tightening under my tongue. I sucked harder, then used my teeth just enough to make her fingers twist in my hair. My other hand shoved the fabric higher and I switched sides because I was greedy and I had denied myself too long. I needed this. These breasts I should have touched sooner. Should have sucked a long time ago.

She tasted like nothing I’d ever tasted before.

Now the fight downstairs and every night I had spent pretending I did not want this felt like wasted time.

“Fuck,” I muttered against her. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

I kissed down the center of her chest. Lower. Her stomach jumped under my mouth. I should have slowed down. I should have taken her to the bed. I should have remembered tomorrow.

I hooked my fingers in her shorts instead.

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“Luca-

“I need to taste you.”

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It came out hoarse. Honest. Rough. Not like the man with a reputation. Just a man who was desperate. For her

She lifted her hips.

That was all the permission I needed.

I dragged her shorts and underwear down and dropped to my knees on the carpet like I had been waiting my whole life to be there.

She was already wet. Shining. For me. Not for Nico. Not for any other man.

This was all mine.

The sight of her almost put me on the floor.

I had thought about this too many times. In showers. In hotel beds that were not hers. After Monaco. After Italy. After last night. I had told myself I could live without knowing.

I had been lying.

Then finally, after wanting this so badly, I finally put my mouth on her.

She cried out the second I touched her pretty pussy with my lips.

The sound went through me like a crash.

I groaned into her pussy like a man losing his mind, because that was what was happening.

Sweet honey goodness, that’s what she tasted like.

I licked her slowly first, just to hear her break, then I stopped being careful. I sucked her hard. I dragged my tongue through her. I held her thighs open when they tried to close around my head.

She tasted better than every filthy thought I had ever had about her.

“Luca–oh my–LUCAA-”

Fuck yes. Scream my name, Charlotte.

I did not stop.

I could not.

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She pulled my hair. Her hips rolled against my mouth. I slid two fingers into her while I sucked and she clenched around them so tight I had to pause and breathe against her or I was going to explode in my pants like a teenager. I’d never eaten pussy like this before, like I would die if I didn’t get every last fucking drop.

That was a mistake.

I licked her through it anyway. Slower. Meaner. Watching her face because I needed to see every second of what I did to her.

She broke with a sound I was going to hear for the rest of my life.

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