Goalie Interference (NHL Scorpions) by Nikki Worrell Page A

and asked him if he was coming.
    Not yet . He continued to stare at her breasts for a few seconds before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m really tired, though, Zoe. I just want to go to sleep.”
    Zoe smiled, shaking her head at him. “I got it, Vlad. You don’t have to worry about me. Your virtue’s safe for tonight. Come on. Just this once, let your guard down, and let me take care of you. Let’s go.”
    Vlad looked at the steps leading to the elevator with unease.
    “Six steps, Vlad. That’s it, just six steps.” At the top, Vlad heaved a sigh of relief. They got into the elevator, and he ran his security key over the panel to take them up to the penthouse.
    Once inside, Zoe followed him into his bedroom.
    “What are you doing? I told you—” Vlad stopped mid-sentence. Zoe was undoing the knot in her shirt. “Zoe?”
    She continued to unknot her shirt as she peeked up at him through her lashes. “Hmm?” He wanted to relax? She knew a great way to help him relax.
    Vlad swallowed hard. “I said: ‘what are you doing?’ I—I thought I was going to take my meds and go to sleep?”
    “Take your meds and lay down. Don’t argue, just do it.”
    He was captivated enough to follow her orders without further question. It only took him a minute to go into his bathroom and take his meds. He’d thrown his shoes off on his way back into the bedroom and was about to unzip his pants when Zoe stopped him.
    “Let me.”
    Vlad looked up at her and saw that her shirt was gone. As were her shorts. She was standing in front of him in a red lace bra, red thong, and her red stilettos. He wanted to freeze time so that he would have that vision of her forever in his mind. Incredible!
    “Jesus, Zoe. You are so gorgeous. I want you so much I can’t think straight.” He took a step toward her, letting out a heavy sigh as he reverently ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “God, I want you, but I honestly don’t know if I can tonight.”
    Zoe had her hands on his zipper and could feel him bulging out of his pants as she carefully lowered it. “Oh, I think you can, Vlad.” She cupped his length as she slid the zipper all the way down. “And, from the feel of things, you want to as much as I do. So, the only question here is how creative do we have to get?” She licked her lips as she continued to stroke him. “I can do creative, Vlad.”
    She walked him slowly backward, until his knees hit the bed. Putting her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back until he was lying down. Then she carefully shimmied his pants off, mindful of his sore hip with each move she made.
    He scooted himself up farther on the bed while ripping his shirt up and over his head. Zoe followed him and pushed him back down again. Throwing her leg over him so that she was sitting astride him, she said, “I think this will work just fine, don’t you?” As long as he didn’t move too much, she wouldn’t even have to be that creative. What a shame.
    Vlad wasn’t sure he had enough blood in any part of his brain to form a coherent thought, so he simply nodded his head in agreement.
    Laughing in triumph, Zoe gently rubbed herself against his hardness. “Oh, that feels good. Is that okay?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “Let’s lose the rest of our clothes, shall we?”
    Vlad propped himself up on his elbows and watched as she leaned over, pressing herself against him. She didn’t leave an inch between them as she slid down his body pulling his briefs off along the way. He enjoyed watching her undress him, but it was nothing compared to watching her undress herself. The heated look in her eyes as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra told him she was a woman who knew what she wanted. There was no shyness in her moves. No hesitation. As she peeled her bra off, she allowed her hands to brush over her sensitive nipples, letting out a low moan.
    “That feels good, but not as good as your lips.” She climbed her way back up his body and got close