Goalie Interference (NHL Scorpions) by Nikki Worrell Page B

enough for him to have a taste of her. “Ahh, that’s better.” She allowed him a quick minute to nibble and lick her breasts before she pulled away and stood up to take off her thong. Standing at the side of the bed, she turned around giving him her back. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her thong and ever so slowly slid it down, bending over and wiggling her ass as she did so. When she reached for her shoes, Vlad broke his silence.
    “Leave them on.” His voice was rough with desire. She felt her insides clench at the rough, raspy sound.
    Without saying a word, she straightened up and got back onto the bed. She threw her leg over him, and quickly but gently took him deep inside her until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Neither one of them wanted to take the time for foreplay. It was one of those times when she simply had to have him inside of her as soon as possible. She was more than ready for him. “Am I hurting you?”
    “God, Zoe. I’m fine, just fuck me.”
    Zoe loved making love as much as fucking. There was a time for each, and the time for fucking was upon them. She gave him more, and when she was sure she wouldn’t hurt him, she rode him hard until they both exploded in ecstasy.
    Hours later, both perfectly sated, they were still awake, talking about getting married.
    “You seemed kind of surprised that you asked me to marry you. Are you sure that’s what you want, Zoe?”
    She reached for his hand and locked their fingers together. Turning her head she looked into his eyes so that he could see the truth in them. “To be honest, I meant to say ‘I love you’, but ‘marry me’ came out. I did freak out internally for a couple of seconds, but then I realized it felt right. You know, sometimes the heart knows what it wants before the head understands it. I’m sure, Vlad. One hundred percent sure. I want to watch you get old.”
    “Me get old? What about you?”
    “I’m a woman. I’ll dye my hair and wear tons of makeup. I’m not getting old.”
    He smiled at that and traced his finger down the new pink stripe in her hair. It was subtle, but he loved it. She definitely had her own style. “You’ll always be beautiful to me, whether you’re thirty or eighty.”
    “Well, no shit. I’m pretty hot.” She winked at him and brought his hand to her lips. “I’ll always find you irresistible too, you know. Even if you have two bum hips.”
    Vlad’s hand tightened in hers. “God forbid! Don’t even joke about that. I’ll need at least one good hip to keep up with my hot wife. You’re very demanding in bed you know.”
    Zoe sucked on his finger and he let out a groan. When she bit the tip, he pulled his hand away and pulled her onto his chest.
    Absently stroking her hair, he asked, “When can we get married? How long do you need to plan everything?”
    “You know how I am. I’m not a fancy person, Vlad. I don’t want a big wedding. I’d be happy with just you, me, Jody and Lacey in the court house. Then we could just throw a kickass party.”
    “Are you serious? You might just be the perfect woman.”
    Zoe laughed and slapped his chest.
    “Seriously though. You don’t want the big wedding? Lots of people? The frilly dress?”
    “No. I don’t. It’s just not me, Vlad. What do you want?”
    “That’s easy. I want whatever you want. I want you to be happy.”
    “Good. Then let’s tie the knot around Christmas time and get er done!” She kissed his chest and stifled a yawn.
    “That sounds perfect to me. Now let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?” Zoe didn’t answer him as she was already half asleep.
     

     
    Zoe woke up a few hours later and watched Vlad sleep. The pain medication he’d taken was working, and he finally looked relaxed in the luxury of a pain-free sleep. Gently running the tip of a finger over his slightly parted lips, she thought about how they had come together.
    She loved him so much it scared her. It was a miracle