The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287

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I tried to stop her.

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The lean was messy and determined, her mouth aiming for mine with the confidence of someone who had already licked my neck and decided she wanted more..

I shifted the wrong way. The mattress dipped under her knee, she lost her balance, and then we were both going over the side.

We hit the floor hard. My shoulder took most of it. Her weight landed across my chest, then settled, and when I opened my eyes she was braced above me, breathing hard, lips an inch from mine.

An inch. Maybe less. I could feel the heat of her mouth. Her hair was in my face. The dress had twisted. My hands were already on her waist even though every part of me was itching to drag them lower.

What were my reasons again for not kissing her?

I had them. I just couldn’t remember a single one right now.

Right. I remembered some.

She was drunk. She had told me she was a virgin ten minutes ago. Our kiss for the picture had been her first kiss ever. Our families hated each other. If I kissed her on the floor of my bedroom, I would not be able to pretend it was for the contract. I would have to face the truth.

She could use the excuse of being drunk for trying to kiss me.

What excuse did I have other than that I was desperate to taste her and drag my hands all over her perfect, soft body?

I knew the second I lost the battle with myself. There was no use holding back. I couldn’t. I wanted her, and she was offering it to me.

I closed the distance without a second thought.

The moment our lips touched I felt that spark again-the same one that had hit me during the fake kiss for the album. What the fuck was that? Why did I only feel it with her?

The kiss was not careful. It was not for any camera. There was no audience, just the two of us on the rug in my bedroom.

I took her mouth like I had been waiting years for it, and she made a sound against my tongue that went straight through me-small, surprised, hungry. Her hands fisted in my shirt again, pulling me closer like she was afraid I would change my mind.

Fuck.

She was so aggressive when she wanted something, and I absolutely loved it.

I rolled us over, got her under me on the rug, and kissed her harder because stopping had already failed

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and there was no point in fighting it anymore.

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She kissed me back like this wasn’t new to her. Like she’d done it dozens of times. Like she’d had fucking

lessons.

Her tongue slid against mine, gentle at first, like she was testing it out, then bolder, and every soft little sound she made went straight to my cock.

My hands moved. Under the dress. Palms sliding over the warm, impossibly soft skin of her thighs, higher until I was cupping her ass and squeezing, pulling her into me.

She cried out into my mouth. The sound was small and broken and perfect.

“Fuck,” I muttered against her lips. “You feel so good. So fucking soft.”

I did it again, gripping her tighter just to hear her make that sound. She arched under me, hips rolling, and the friction was enough to drive a man insane.

The dress was in the way. I pulled it down, rough, until the fabric gave and her breasts were bare under my

hands.

So fucking perfect.

They filled my palms, soft and warm, nipples already tight. I covered one with my mouth and sucked, and she gasped, then buried both hands in my hair and pulled me closer, holding me there like she had decided she wasn’t letting go.

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