8. Brighton

Ohmigod.

I suck in a breath and try to fill my lungs as Noah lowers his head, focusing in on my sex like he's been hungry for far too long and he's going to eat me alive. Wait, didn't he just finish telling was he going to do just that? I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

That choice is taken away from me the second he lowers his head, and lays on his stomach. Warm hands slide under my ass and bring my sex to his mouth. A loud moan escapes my throat. A moan. Yes, that's much better than laughing or crying. How did I forget that was one of my choices? Oh, probably because I'm restrained beneath Noah Jones, and my ability to think coherently has packed a bag and gone south.

Dear coherent thoughts: Enjoy the trip. I'm in no hurry for you to come back.

I grip the slats tighter, loving the simple command he gave me, and lift my head, dying to see his tongue gliding over my hot sex. As though feeling my eyes on him, he angles his head, and while his tongue slips and slides all over the needy spot between my legs, I can tell he's grinning up at me by the shine in his dark eyes. He likes watching me come unglued, and I don't want to give too much thought as to why.

"Noah," I murmur, with nothing in particular to say to him, or tell him, or ask for. Not that I'd ever tell any man what I wanted in bed, and it's not like he needs instructions. He's got this all figured out and I'm sure I have a truckload of puck bunnies to thank for that. What am I even thinking? I don't want to consider the skills he's acquired over the years, or how he even acquired them. No, I don't. I'm just happy he's using them on me.

My brain shuts down as he zeroes in on my clit, sucking it deep into his hot, wet mouth. Heat rockets through me and I groan as my head falls back onto his pillow. I toss my head from side to side and close my eyes as I concentrate on the delicious points of pleasure.

He groans, an indication that he's taking as much pleasure from this as I am, and that adds a whole new level of desire to this tryst. Tryst? Hook-up? I don't even care what we call it, and chances are it won't happen again, so I'm just going to enjoy it. Honestly though, my ex never much liked going down on me, so I didn't ask for much. Actually, I never really opened my mouth over the years. I just went with the flow as life happened all around me.

The second Noah slides a thick finger in me, and one hand goes to my breast, need builds between my legs. I move my hips, and when he pushes down on me, restraining me, I half wonder if I was waiting for him to do just that. How does he know exactly what I need? Even when he was younger, I think there was a part of him that's always been hyperaware. Maybe it's because he needed to be aware of his surroundings, needed to read people to stay safe. That can only bode well for the resorts guests and makes me think it was a good decision to put the place in his capable hands.

Speaking of capable hands.

He moves his finger in and out of me, picking up the pace as he devours my swollen clit. My body grows hot, damp and I lift my hips, meeting and welcoming each push of his finger. He slides a second in, and grips my right hip, holding me down, which brings with it its own pleasure as pressure builds inside me.

"Noah," I cry out, a rush of heat zinging through me and centering deep between my legs as his mouth continues to bring me higher and higher until I can't hold on any longer. That first sweet clench has a hard cry of pleasure releasing from my lungs. He eases off my sensitized clit, circling it slowly as I pulse around his fingers.

I lift my head again and find him watching me. Our eyes meet and hold, and wow this is all so crazy. I realize this is just sex—a physical act—each of us taking what we need, but everything in the way he's watching me pierces something fragile inside me. I gasp for breath and swallow against a dry throat as tender eyes hold my gaze.

As my spasms slow around his fingers, I let go of the slats, needing to touch him. I reach down, put my hand on the side of his face and another wave of tenderness steals over him as he leans into my touch. God, what is happening right now?

I don't have much time to consider it as he begins to slide up my body. He pins me beneath his weight, like he knows I like it. I'm not even sure I knew that myself until…Noah. While breathing is difficult, he doesn't ease off. Fingers that were just inside me brush my damp hair from my forehead.

"Feel good?"

Like he even has to ask.

"So good," I wheeze, loving the way he's covering me like a weighted blanket. "Noah…" I begin, but have no idea what it is I'm trying to say to him. "I need…"

He shifts, and his cock presses against my legs as he reaches down and lightly pets my sex. "You need more."

God, I need so much I don't even know where to begin. Wait, maybe I do. "Yes."

"Then let me give you more. Don't move. I need to grab a condom."

He goes back on his knees and is about to climb from the bed, but I don't listen to him this time, and I do move. He goes still on his knees as I sit up, and he eyes me. I grin at him and take his beautiful cock into my hand.

"Brighton," he hisses out, and I watch him as the muscles along his jaw clench. I run my fingers over his hard length, examining all his bulging veins as I weigh him in my hands, quite impressed.

"Yes?" I ask innocently, purposely putting my mouth near his crown so my breath washes over him.

"Fuck me."

"With my mouth?" I ask. Now it's my turn to watch him come undone and I totally love it. Before he can answer, I lean in and take him in my mouth.

"Jesus," he curses, his hands fisting in my hair as they follow the motion. I go as deep as I can and then pull out again.

"This is what you wanted?"

"Of course, this is what I wanted," he grouches and I chuckle. "I also want to be inside you."

I glance up at him. "I want that too, but I couldn't resist." I focus back in on his cock as it thickens even more before my eyes. Moaning, I cup his balls and they tighten as I gently massage. He grips my hair tighter, and from his groans and grunts, I sense he's having a hard time keeping it together. Has it been a long time for him too? I find that hard to believe, given he's a hockey superstar, but he does have a young daughter, and that definitely interferes with an active social life. I love that he puts her first.

"Sunshine," he groans, and I take him back into my mouth, trying not to choke as he hits the back of my throat. I inch back, and pre-cum drips from his slit.

"Mmm." I lap at it and more follows and he tugs on my hair, wanting me off him. While I'm not quite done tasting him, he clearly needs the reprieve and as nice as it would be to bring him to climax like this, I want him inside me—especially if this is a one-time thing, and it is. I think.

"Sunshine, I'm fucking losing it."

I move back and his cock slips from my lips. I groan in displeasure and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Something in that gesture pulls a deep groan from him and the next thing I know I'm flat on my back, his hard body on top of me, squeezing the air from my lungs.

"I need to fuck you."

"Yes," I answer as he places his hands on either side of my body and lifts himself up.

"Condom." He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, ripping into it and sliding it on in record time. A second later, he's over me again and I widen my legs for him, welcoming him into my needy body. He shifts, and his eyes briefly close as his tip aligns with my sex, pressing against my tight opening. I move my body, trying to lift up to force him inside, but he gives me a knowing, playful grin as his hips pin me to the bed. Damn, I love how he plays with me.

I slide my hands around his back, lightly run my nails over his skin as he ever so slowly moves his body, offering me a small taste of what's to come. Maybe I don't like the teasing so much now.

"More," I cry out.

He chuckles and I groan and scratch at him harder, but when he jerks his hips forward, stretching me as he gives me what I just asked for, a gasp catches in my throat. He goes perfectly still, those astute eyes on mine as he assesses me. He angles his head, and I can see he's working through a few scenarios.

"Has it been a while, Sunshine?" he asks quietly, his cock still inside me as he brushes my hair back.

I almost don't admit it. It's embarrassing considering it wasn't that long ago I had a boyfriend, but in the end, I decide, why bother lying?

I nod, and he exhales. "Me too."

I don't know why that makes me so happy. He's a man in the prime of his life and he should be enjoying sex, but I kind of like that he doesn't sleep around like the players have a reputation of doing.

His eyes search my face. "Need me to slow down?"

I lift my hips. "Actually, I think I might need you to hurry up."

A laugh rumbles in his chest. "You don't want me to go too fast, otherwise this will be over before it even gets started."

I shrug. "Then I guess we'll have to do it again, then?" Shoot, what am I saying? I don't want to sound needy here, or for him to end this hook-up for other reasons.

"I guess so," he says and braces his hands beside my head again as he pushes inside me, stretching me, filling me, and hitting places that have never been hit before.

"Noah," I call out, and realize I might be yelling a bit too loud. I start chuckling and I don't know why. Maybe it's all the stress of the last few months leaving my body, or maybe it's how crazy it is that I'm in Noah's bed.

But that laugh dies an abrupt death when he starts moving in and out of me, creating heat with friction and warming my body up all over again. "Oh yes," I murmur. He rides me, giving me every glorious inch, and with each downward thrust, his groin rubs up against my swollen clit. I like it. I like it a lot.

He grunts, deeply and unapologetically, and I love this animalistic side of him. "You are so wet."

He's right. I am. I'm not sure I've ever been so wet or so turned on in my life. My blood pounds through my veins as he increases the rhythm and pace, driving, seeking to bring me to the edge again. I practically claw at him, our hunger matching as the want I have for him scaring me just a little.

He angles for deeper thrusts and slides a hand between our bodies to caress my clit. I practically levitate as he plays with me, his cock hitting hard against my cervix. I begin to quiver all over, pleasure pounding through me as I open my mouth, my gaze locked on his face as he clenches his jaw.

"Noah, I'm…" My words turn into a moan as pleasure sparks deep inside my body, rolling outward until my body quivers around his cock.

He throws his head back. "Sunshine. Jesus. I feel you."

"Yes," is all I can get out as I cup his face and bring his lips to mine. Our kisses are wet, messy, sloppy in the most erotic way as I come all over his cock. He eats at my mouth, pumping harder and deeper, chasing his own orgasm as my comes to fruition.

He sucks in a breath as his lips go still, a light feathery touch as he explodes inside me with a heated grunt. Each pulse ripples through my body and I close my eyes, savoring the sweetness of his climax.

His arms slide under my shoulders, and I open my eyes as he holds me to him, rolling so we're side by side. I shift, snuggling into his warmth as he slowly eases his cock out of me. I moan, missing him inside me as he reaches down, removes the condom and drops it into what I assume is a waste basket beside the bed.

"Hey," he whispers as he rolls back to me, his arms going around me. God, I love the way he's holding me as much as I loved the sex. Maybe even more. Which is so weird. But I guess it's just that I haven't felt safe, secure, or even relaxed in such a long time. I've had so much weight on my shoulders, and it's nice not having it there for a change. I have no idea how long this will last, but I'm going to enjoy it while it does.

"Mmm," I murmur in response, and he drops a kiss onto my forehead. I close my eyes, and sleep pulls at me. I fight it, because I can't spend the night. I don't want Camryn waking up, wondering why I'm in her father's bed.

"Noah," I murmur.

"Yeah?"

I lift my head to see him. "Why do you call me sunshine?

He laughs quietly, and my body vibrates as his chest rumbles. "Because your name is Brighton White."

I crinkle up my nose. "I still don't get it."

"I always used to think of you as Bright White." I eye him and he continues. "You always wear white. Well, you used to until you met my daughter." He grins, and runs his fingers through my mess of hair. "You're a natural blonde, and everything about you is like a bright beam of light, so…sunshine."

"My mom called me Brighton because she liked shiny things." I give a humorless laugh. "Like the sheik who caught her attention all those years ago." He cringes, and I roll a shoulder like it doesn't matter, like I don't have underlying scars and abandonment issues after she ran off without a word. Not wanting to dwell on that when we're having such a nice time, I continue with, "My father wanted to call me Lori, after his grandmother Deloris. Deloris is a very elderly lady name, so they settled on Lori and it's my middle name. There were times he used to call me Lori, actually." I chuckle, remembering my eccentric grandmother. "My grandmother grew up in the country. And loved goats and sheep. She even let them sleep in her house. I loved visiting her." I glance at him to see if he's bored with my reminiscing, but he's raptly listening. I always wanted a farm of my own, actually. Some place to escape to…but…" I push that thought away and chuckle. "Some people thought she started to look like her sheep."

He inches back, his eyes narrow. "I never met her, but I think you look like her."

"Really? Why would you say that?"

He leans in. "I think I see a wiry chin hair." Dark eyes narrow seriously, but I see a spark of mischief. "Is that…goat hair?"

"I do not." I smack him playfully. "You are a horrible man." Honest to God, it saddens me that I didn't know Noah growing up. I think my teenage years would have been filled with smiles and laughter instead of angst and bullying. I always suspected he was pretty great. I just didn't know how great until now. I smack him and he takes my hand, laughing as he kisses it. "I've been thinking."

He shifts onto his back, and pulls me onto his chest as he adjusts the blankets. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Sunshine?"

"I think a good thing." I lay my cheek on his chest. "You have a nickname for me, and let's stick with Sunshine and not Deloris with the chin hair. We have bean and jellybean for Camryn. On the team, they call you Jonesburger, which you'll have to explain to me. But I don't want to call you that. It's hardly cute or intimate, so I want to think up a different nickname for you."

His body goes still, his muscles tight and that's when I realize what I've said.

Crater Skater.

How could I have been so stupid, so insensitive?

Well done, Brighton. Well done.

I sneak a look at him, but he averts his gaze, focusing intently at some spot on the bed. A pained expression moves across his face as his gaze quickly cuts back to mine. Wait, is that pain or is it…fear?

"You need to get out of this bed," he orders in a deep tone that serrates my post-orgasmic pleasure.

"What?" I ask, breath leaving my lungs in a whoosh as I push myself up, sure I'm hearing him wrong.

"Move, Brighton. Now."