Leaning into him, I move my hands up his hard chest and around his neck, looking deep in his eyes. “I think I like the way you think. Being bent in every way possible is way more fun than chess.”

“True,” he agrees. “And way more challenging.”

“Agreed.”

“So…”

My face hurts from smiling so hard. “So I think you should get me home, Jude.”

He doesn’t nod or say anything; he just takes my hand and basically pulls me off the ice. Once our feet hit a hard surface, not a slippery one, we’re hightailing it out of the place.

“Shit, I forgot my bag,” I remember.

“Jayden will get it,” is all he says as he pushes through the door. But instead of going out the front door, he goes to a side door and pulls me through, pushing me against it to slam it shut before pressing his mouth to mine. He sloppily kisses my mouth, knocking my world off its axis as he kisses the living hell out of me. Melting against him, I moan out as he nibbles at my neck, biting and sucking as his hands come up to grab my breasts.

Pulling away, he looks in my eyes and all I see is red-hot lust. He’s going to take me against this door, and I have no damn problem with that at all.

“You can’t wait,” I say, reading his face. “You’re going to fuck me right here.”

Cupping my face, he slowly shakes his head, and I’m surprised that I misread him. Bringing his mouth close to mine, his eyes lock with mine as he says, “Yes, I can’t wait. But no, I’m not going to fuck you, Claire. I’m going to make love to you. Probably superfast, but I promise when we get back to the house, I’ll take my time.”

“Oh,” is all I can say before he takes my mouth with his.

Pressing me against the door, he holds me still by pressing his pelvis into mine and slowly removes my shirt, my bra following quickly behind it. Looking my chest over like a starved man would, he molds my breasts together before dropping his mouth to them, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, sending heat straight between my thighs. Tweaking my nipples, he devours me as I cry out, squeezing his shoulders. Letting go of my breasts, he nibbles up the middle of my chest, kissing my throat and then coming back to my mouth as he undoes his pants. I push my sweats down along with my panties, kicking them to the side as he breaks the kiss to do the same, pressing his long, raging hard-on against my stomach.

I know he thinks he’s about to make love to me, but I have other plans.

Dropping to my knees, I take his dick in my hands and slowly move my hands up and down him, his eyelids falling in a hooded way, watching me intently. Pressing my back against the wall, I guide him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. He moves my hair out of my face before very slowly moving his dick in and out of my mouth. His hands move along my shoulders, my throat, and jaw as I suck him hard and take him as far as I can down my throat, which isn’t as far as I’d like since he’s so big. He seems to like it though, his breathing picking up as he whispers my name.

“That’s perfect, baby,” he moans, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Fuck, you are so hot. Yeah…Claire…mmm.”

Picking up speed, I rake my teeth along his shaft as I cup his balls, molding them slowly as he quickly thrusts in my mouth. I know he’s about to come, I mean, he’s basically screaming my name, and I feel his dick seizing up. Like I suspected he would, his legs buckle and he’s coming hard, my name falling off his lips as he squeezes my shoulders in his hand. I suck him dry, milking him until he can’t take it anymore. Moving his limp dick out of my mouth, he picks me up and presses me into the wall. Closing the space between us, he takes my mouth with his, kissing me long and hard, curling my toes and making it hard to breathe. He then takes my legs, hooking them over his arms before pressing his hands into the wall, opening me wide for him.

I feel completely exposed and I want to be a little shy, but that look in his eyes tells me I have nothing to be shy about. Pressing his hands into the back of my knees, he holds me up before dropping to his knees and burying his face between my wet folds. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he makes love to me with his mouth. I tremble with need, my heart pounding, my legs shaking from my impending orgasm, and I’m not sure how much more I can take. I’ve been craving this for days, been dreaming about it, and now it’s happening. In a hot, sexy way against a wall where anyone could find us. The thrill of that has me crying out louder, my hands squeezing his shoulders as he slowly moves his tongue in and out of me, his nose pressing against my clit. Moving up, he holds nothing back, flicking his tongue ruthlessly against my clit, and I come, my whole body coming undone beneath his talented mouth.

Standing, he presses my legs back, opening me back up, and enters me with one swift thrust. I moan as he fills me completely, and then I remember that he did not put a condom on.

“Whoa, whoa, condom.”

“You’re not on the pill?”

“Oh, I am. As you were, fingers crossed no babies are in our future,” I mutter against his jaw. I trust him completely. He’s clean. He’s mine.

“At least not for now,” he says.

And for some dumb reason that makes me really happy, but then I’m frowning because there could be no future for us if I don’t grow some balls and be honest. Deciding to think about that later, I wrap my arms around his neck as he pounds into me, his dick completely filling me and making it hard to breathe.

“God, you feel so good,” he mutters against my neck.

“Oh, Jude,” I whisper as my body seizes up again, squeezing him tightly with another orgasm. He pushes through though, making my legs shake as he takes what he wants, and he can have it. His fingers bite into my thighs as he continues to move into me, taking my breath with each thrust. Sweat drips down my back, my heart is racing, and I’ve never felt this damn amazing in my life. When I feel the muscles in his shoulders tense up, I squeeze him and he stills inside me, his head leaning against mine. He then thrusts slowly once, then twice before stilling once more, gasping for breath.

Opening my eyes, I meet his and I smile. My heart is going insane in my chest, my stomach feels like it’s dropped to the ground, and as I look into his beautiful green eyes, I know that everything inside me is his. There is no other way. I’m his.

“I love you,” I whisper without really thinking it through. While I know I mean the words, I can’t help but feel a little dumb for admitting them. I mean, for shit’s sake! It’s only been two damn weeks! As we stare into each other eyes, I’m internally freaking out, and he isn’t saying anything. He’s just staring at me, his eyes soft and locked on mine.