Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Grace

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I'm standing in front of the door with nervous butterflies in my stomach. It's a good kind of nervous though. I can't wait to see Nolan again.

I fix my hair, put on some lip gloss, lift my boobs, and knock on the door.

Nolan opens it and I nearly gasp out loud. He just took a shower and he's wearing nothing but a big fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.

I don't know where to look. At his wet slicked-back hair, his gorgeous simmering eyes, his soft lips, or the beautifully sculpted body on display.

Water droplets cling to his golden skin as he leans on the door, grinning at me.

"You made it."

God, I forgot how sexy his voice is. Rich and smooth like chocolate. It has a deep rumbling to it that makes my body tingle.

"I did," I say, exhaling as I drag my eyes up his shredded stomach.

"Does your dad know you're here?"

I shake my head slowly as I nibble my bottom lip. "No, he does not."

"He would kill me if he knew."

"I'm not here to talk about my dad."

He grins. "What are you here for?"

"Invite me in and you'll find out."

He opens the door and steps to the side.

I give him a side look, staring into his eyes as I strut past him into the room.

It may be the largest hotel room I've ever seen. Exactly what you'd expect a hot, rich, hockey player to have. If you searched for luxurious sexy hotel rooms, this place would be at the top of the list with the soft sensual lighting, the bar on the wall, the fireplace burning, and the stunning view of Manhattan at night through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Soft sexy music is playing—I recognize it, I Feel Like I'm Drowning by Two Feet. It's fitting because right now, I feel like I'm stepping into the deep end without a life jacket. I'm in uncharted waters.

I run my eyes over the posh couches and I get a little shiver of excitement when I see the big comfy bed through the open French doors of the bedroom. It looks so inviting and I'm hoping I'll get to feel those sheets on my skin before the end of the night.

I hear the door close as I walk over to the large windows, admiring the lit-up city.

I've never done anything like this before—showing up at a guy's hotel room. I'm not sure what to do now. I don't have any moves .

"Love the jersey," he says as he walks over. "I look good on you."

I swallow hard as I turn around and watch him. I rest my back on the cool window as I look him up and down. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers racing down my skin.

He moves with a lethal grace; with such ease and comfort in his body. Smooth effortless movement like that can only be achieved by someone completely in tune with their physique. Someone like the top hockey goalie in the world.

I'm breathless as he approaches. I'm not sure what he's going to do. Whatever he does, I know I'll be okay with it. He could do anything he wanted to me right now and I'd only moan for more. I've never wanted someone so desperately.

In a heartbeat, he's in front of me, those strong hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. His lips touch mine and I'm done for. He devours my mouth. I kiss him back with equal urgency. Our kisses on the yacht were hot, but it was nothing like this. The romance is gone now. This is all intense urgent need. We've been apart for three days and it's showing. All of that pent-up desire and frustration we've been feeling is cumulating in this erotic kiss.

I grab his cheeks—feeling his prickly stubble on my palms—and pull his mouth closer, afraid he's going to move away too fast. He moans hungrily as I thrust my tongue in deep.

I press my body against him until my breasts are flattened against his muscular chest. I'm helpless to stop or temper this reaction to him. I feel like I'm spiraling out of control. This is all so new to me. New and exciting.

My heart is pounding when we finally pull away. All of the throbbing and tingling has moved between my thighs. I clench them together, but the throb only deepens. I want to shove my hand down there and touch myself, but I fight the intense urge and keep my hands on his muscular arms instead .

"I was hoping I'd get to do that again," Nolan says in a low sensual voice as he licks my taste off his lips.

"So was I."

He grins and then swoops in, kissing me again.

"I'm sorry about the towel," he says as he moves away from me. I nearly moan in frustration when my hands slip off his body. "You caught me getting out of the shower."

Like I would be bothered by that .

I lean against the window and moan as I eye fuck him in that towel. He's so goddamn hot with his muscular chest and perfect abs. His shoulders are big and round, and his arms are just perfection. I suck in a little breath when I see that he's hard. The shape of his erection is showing through that towel—long, hard, and thick .

My mouth waters as I take a long look. The throb in my pussy deepens.

"Let me put something on," he says as he makes his way to the bedroom.

"Sure," I squeak out as my eyes are treated to the sexy view of his backside. His ass in that towel is a sight I'll never forget. I roam my eyes up his broad back with all of his muscles rippling and clenching with each step. I fight back a moan.

He disappears into the room and I drop the back of my head against the window with a groan. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control.

I'm fluttering all over. My pussy is on fire . I've never felt this much need before. Not even close.

After a few deep breaths, I open my eyes and look around, soaking this all in. I'm not supposed to be here and that just makes it even hotter.

Nolan has been on my mind all week and then watching him tonight, performing the way he did… His quick reflexes, his skilled hands… I can't believe I'm here with him. With this hot, talented goalie who's wearing nothing but a towel …

I smooth my hair back with my trembling hands and then turn to the city, looking at the cars driving down below. How many of those cars are people making their way to their lovers?

"Would you like a drink?"

I turn and swallow hard when I see Nolan walking out of the room in light gray chino pants and a white button-up linen shirt. The shirt is loose and untucked, the top few buttons undone, which shows off the top of his muscular chest. His sleeves are also unbuttoned, hanging loose around his thick wrists. He has no shoes or socks on, just bare feet as he heads toward the bar.

He's still a bit wet from his shower, so his shirt is sticking to his back in parts, little wet spots darkening the expensive material. I bet if I took off my panties, I'd have similar wet spots on them.

"What are you making?" I ask as I wander off with my heart pounding.

"How about an espresso martini?" he asks as he flicks a crystal martini glass with a ding. "That way we can be up all night long."

Those X-rated brown eyes look me up and down as he says it.

"Better make it a double," I say with a flirty grin.

"My kind of girl," he says as he starts making it. I lean on the bar and watch as he fills the shaker with ice and then starts adding the ingredients.

"I prepped the espresso shots before you arrived," he says as he pours them into the shaker with a flick of his wrist. "The key to a perfect espresso martini is to have the espresso at room temperature."

He adds some Kahlúa, a splash of syrup, and Vodka. I love how he's so good with his hands. I could watch him do this all night.

The ice clanks in the shaker as he shakes it and then he pours out two martinis. They're beautiful with a nice beige foamy top.

"Cheers," he says as he holds one up. "To the start of something great."

I pick up my glass, clink it to his, and take a sip. It's delicious .

" Mmmmm ," I say with a moan. "That's so good."

"You have a little…"

He runs his finger over the top of my lip, collecting the foam. I watch with my breath held as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks the foam off.

"So, what does it feel like to stand in the net with the whole world watching?" I ask him.

He smiles as he looks at me. "Exciting. Thrilling. You never know what's going to happen and your whole body comes alive. Kind of like right now."

"I'm sure this is hardly comparable," I say with a laugh.

He nods. "You're right. This is way better."

I look at him and I just have to let him know. "I don't normally do this," I say shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I… I'm a virgin actually."

His sexy brown eyes sizzle, the fire in them now scorching as he watches me.

"Then it will be a night to remember," he says as he takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. "It will be a first for both of us."

My mouth drops. Literally. "What? You've never?"

He shakes his head.

"Oh, come on. Are you messing with me?"

"I don't know what your father told you about hockey players, but we're not all like that. I've always only looked for the one."

He's never… Oh my god, that makes him even sexier…

"When I saw you on the boat," he says with an intensity in his tone, "I knew I found her. "

I'm done waiting. I need him.

He watches with his eyebrows raised as I down the rest of my drink and then slam it on the bar. I grab the bottom of my jersey and pull it right off.

His eyes drop to my tingling breasts. My nipples are so hard in my bra they're burning. I want his hands on them. I want his hands all over me.

"You're not on me anymore," I say as I toss his jersey onto the couch. "Can you remedy that?"

He lowers his glass onto the bar and comes over, towering over me. Those strong hands grab my hips and I gasp as he pushes me against the bar. The shaker tumbles over and ice cubes scatter on the floor, but neither of us stops to clean it up.

There's no stopping now. The fire is burning too hot.

We come together in a deep passionate kiss, grabbing and pulling as we shove our tongues down each other's throats. I grab onto his shirt and pull him against me as he runs his hand into my loose hair and grabs a fistful of it. He tugs my head back, tilting my mouth up so he can plunge his tongue in deeper.

I whimper when I feel his hard cock digging against me. My pussy aches with need. I want to feel it without clothes on—sliding into me, filling me completely.

I yank his shirt open, sending a couple of buttons flying. He sends the remaining ones soaring as he rips the shirt off his body and lets it fall to the ground.

My hands are everywhere—feeling the soft skin over his hard muscles. I touch his shoulders and chest and abs and back. I can't stop touching this sexy man.

He grabs my breast over my bra and lets me feel his power. I moan as I reach back and undo the clasp. I need his hands on me. I'm dying for it.

I yank my bra off and moan in pleasure when he touches my naked breasts. He massages and kneads them before bending down and putting his mouth on my aching buds.

I slide my hands through his damp hair as he sucks on one then the other.

My breath is so shallow. I'm so fucking wet .

His hand slides down my stomach and dips into my panties. I throw my head back and cry out as his fingers slide over my pussy.

" Oh yes ," I moan as he starts moving his hand up and down, making my legs wobble. "Don't stop."

He pushes a thick finger inside of me and I let out a primal cry.

" Oh, Nolan, " I moan, digging my nails into his thick forearm. "Oh my god…"

He slides it in and out, and over my folds. When his fingertip finds my clit, he rubs it in hard little circles. I cry out as my whole body convulses and an orgasm barrels forward out of nowhere. I scream in bliss as I cum all over his hand. He made me cum so fast. How was that even possible?

I'm shaking and trembling as he kisses my open mouth, sliding his tongue over mine as he dips his thick fingers in and out of my gushing pussy.

My legs give out and I crumble down. He catches me and lifts me up, cradling me to his muscular chest with those big strong arms.

I'm weightless and lightheaded as he carries me into the bedroom. He lowers me onto the bed and then slowly strips me naked. He takes my socks off first and then slides my pants down. When he reaches for my wet panties, I'm desperate for him to take them off.

His eyes are brimming with lustful desire as he pulls them down my legs and off my feet. I keep my legs closed, but he's not having any of that. He takes my knees and forces my legs open, getting a front-row seat to my exposed pussy .

"Holy fuck," he grumbles as he stares at it like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

I thought I'd be shy to be so exposed to him like this, but I'm loving it. I'm loving having his heated eyes on me.

He runs his finger up my slit and I shiver all over.

I watch with bated breath as he steps back and brings his wet finger to his mouth. He moans as he licks my juices off, tasting me for the first time.

"Touch yourself for me, baby," he commands as he gazes at my pussy.

My hand moves on its own, gliding down my stomach and onto my wet slit. I've never been wetter. His eyes darken as he watches me touch it. I rub my throbbing clit and then slide a finger inside my wet hole. It's not as thick as his finger, but it still feels good.

"That's my girl," he growls as he watches in awe. "You look so beautiful touching yourself. Does it feel good?"

"It feels better when you're doing it," I moan as my back arches off the bed.

"I'm going to taste you next," he says as he watches my hand moving.

" Yes ," I whisper when he reaches for his pants. I move my hand faster, rubbing my clit so hard my legs shake. He flicks open the button on his waist and unzips his fly. I'm completely focused on the stunning sight in front of me as he slides his powerful hands into his underwear and brings everything down.

His huge cock springs out, hard and ready to fuck.

My hand stops as I stare at it in awe. It's gorgeous. His long shaft is so thick and powerful. It looks like it could split me in two.

He wraps his hand around it and gives himself a few powerful strokes as his dark lust-filled eyes slide up and down my naked body.

My heart is thundering in my chest as he comes onto the bed. I want him inside me. I want to be his. I want him to own me.

Instead of crawling on top of me, he lays beside me and grabs my body. Before I can register what's happening, he's picking me up with those big strong hands and turning me around. He lowers me onto him so my knees are on the sides of his head and my face is right over his hard cock.

I cry out in shock and euphoria when I feel his hot mouth on my pussy. He devours me, sliding that silky tongue up and down and in and out. I can barely breathe it feels so good.

After a minute or two of pure bliss, I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it. It's even thicker and harder than it looks.

I put it in my mouth, but it's so big and my mouth is so small. I'm clumsy and distracted by his tongue on me, so I switch back to my hand, stroking him up and down.

I squeeze his shaft as I slide my palm up his length, using his pre-cum as lubricant. His balls look so big and full. They look so masculine and sexy. I lean down and lick them as I jerk him off.

His tongue finds the right spot in me and I let out a sharp cry as he lets me have it. He grabs my hips and pulls my pussy against his face, licking and sucking until I'm close to cumming once again.

This time, I feel it coming. The orgasm sweeps through me like an unstoppable wave and then explodes into a swell of heat. I scream out as I cum all over Mr. Nolan Barlowe's sexy face.

He licks my pussy through it and it makes me determined to get him off too. I squeeze his cock and stroke it hard. My hand cramps and my wrist burns, but I ignore the pain and jerk him off even harder.

His breaths start coming out a little more jagged. A little more forceful .

" Fuck ," he growls as I slide my hand over his round head and then glide it back down, squeezing the whole way.

He sucks in a vicious breath and then moans deeply. His cock pulses in my hand and then erupts. Long thick streams of cum shoot into the air and land all over my wrist and hand.

I keep stroking him until he begs me to stop.

I swing my leg over his face and kneel down on the bed beside him. He watches with a heated gaze as I bring my hand to my mouth and taste his hot cum.

" Mmmmmm ," I moan as my eyes fall closed. He tastes so good.

When I open them again, he's climbing onto his knees and looking like he's about to rock my world.

He grabs his cock, bends me over, and growls possessively as I lift my ass into the air.