But he wanted to do it right for her, wanted to take his time.

“You know,” he said, sweeping his hand over her bare stomach. “The first time we were together we were both drunk. This time I’m stone-cold sober.”

“You had beers tonight.”

He laughed. “A few. But not a lot. I don’t get drunk anymore.”

She lifted up on her elbows again. “Why not?”

“I like to know what I’m doing. Being drunk was fun in college, when I was a kid. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“So you’re all mature and responsible now?”

He sensed she didn’t believe him. In him. He wanted to change that. “I intend to be responsible for your pleasure tonight.” Once again, he eased her shoulders back down on the bed, then reached behind to unclasp her bra.

“As I recall, I had a pretty good time that night in college.”

“Good to know. I’ll give you a better time tonight.”

“You keeping score, Drew?”

He pulled the bra away and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “No, Carolina, I’m not. Are you?”

She didn’t answer, but her nipples puckered and tightened into sweet buds. He circled one with the tip of his finger. Her breath caught, and he bent and captured a nipple in between his lips.

Soft, just like the rest of her skin. He flicked the bud with his tongue, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I like that.”

It had been a long time since he’d been with her, and he might have been drunk that night, but he still remembered how responsive she’d been, and how sensitive her nipples were.

He focused on them, cupping them, licking them, until she wriggled against him, arching her back to feed them into his mouth. And when she dug her nails into his arm, he knew he had her, wild and out of control.

He released her, looking down at her, at the way her nipples were tight, hard points, wet from his mouth. It made him shudder, his balls tight and pounding.

He swept his hand between her breasts and down her belly, then reached for the button of her jeans and popped it open.

“Let’s get these off.”

He slid off the bed only long enough to pull her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She wore black panties and knee-high socks, surprisingly sexy, actually. He rolled the socks down, then laid his hands on her hips, liking the way she watched him, her eyes stormy, dark, and filled with desire.

He reached for the tiny strings holding her panties on her hips and drew them off, then cupped her ankles, sliding his hands up to her calves, spreading her legs as he reached her thighs.

Her sex was moist, pink, and as he kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, he breathed in her scent, musky and sweet. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and cupped her butt, drawing her pussy toward his mouth.

“Drew.”

His name floated from her lips like a begging whisper. He knew what she wanted. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then licked along the curve of that hollow, pressing his lips to her sex, snaking his tongue out to draw along her sweet center.

She shuddered. He moved upward, and put his mouth over her sex, flattening his tongue over her clit.

She said his name again and he licked her, the whole length of her, tasting her and putting his tongue inside to lap at her flavor. He rolled his tongue over her, finding the spots that made her lift against him.

“Yes, there,” she said, and he stayed there, giving her what she needed to come. He wanted her to climax, to fill his mouth with her juices.

His dick pounded, so hard it ached. Her body vibrated as she writhed against him. He held on to her hands as she gripped him tightly, moving her hips up and down as he sucked on the tight bud and took her right to the edge. He slid a finger inside her to give her more, to make it better for her.

“Oh, Drew, I’m going to come,” she said, and he flicked his tongue faster over that spot that seemed to make her quiver and slid his finger in deeper.

She cried out and he held her as she thrust her pussy against his face, lifting and shuddering through her orgasm. He held on to her while she rocketed through a long climax until she eased and dropped down to the mattress.

She was breathing heavily, so he waited, kissing around her sex, knowing she’d be sensitive there. He rose and pulled off his shirt, undid his belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, along with his socks and underwear. He climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

She rolled to her side and looked up at him. “That was much better than I remembered.”

He laughed. “Thanks. Good to know I’ve gotten better at it.”

“I don’t think you were ever bad at it. But, wow, Drew. That was intense. It’s been awhile for me. Maybe that’s why it felt so good.”

“I’m glad.”

She sat up, looked down at him and patted him on the chest. “Well, thanks for the orgasm. Gotta go now.”

He dragged her back down and pulled her into his arms. “Nice try.”

She laid her hand on his chest, then drifted it down over his stomach. “Are you trying to imply we’re not finished here?”

“Not even close. That was just a warm-up.”

Her hand drifted lower, then wrapped around his cock. “So, you’re saying there’s something you want.”

He sucked in a breath. “Yeah, there’s definitely something I want.”

“Maybe a return of the pleasure you gave me?”

“Babe, if you put your mouth on me, we’d be done in a hurry.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Oh, that’s a definite challenge if I ever heard one.”

She slid down his body, kissing his chest, his ribs.

“Tell me about the tattoo. It wasn’t here before.”

“I got it when I was drafted by the Ice.”

She traced it with her finger. Even her light touch on his biceps made his dick twitch. “And yet, this one has flames.”

“Yeah. I liked the design, and I didn’t want it to be team specific. You never know when you’re going to be traded. But the hockey part—that’s forever.”

She continued to run her fingers over his skin. “It reminds me of you—of how you look when you’re skating. So fast, like you’re on fire.”

“Thanks.”

She continued her digital mapping of his body, stopping at his stomach.

“Have I mentioned how mesmerized I am by your abs?” she asked.

“Uh, no.”

She splayed her hands across them. “I am. They’re magnificent.”

“Now the truth comes out. You’re using me for my body.”

“Absolutely.”

She pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, then moved her way down, her hair tickling his skin along the way. She rested her head on his hip, then gripped the base of his shaft in her hand.

“You were hard all the time you were licking me, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

She lifted her head and propped up to look at him. “How uncomfortable for you. We should do something about that.”

“We can. I can put on a condom and we can fuck.”

“Pfft. Now who’s the impatient one? Didn’t you say we had all night?”

“That was earlier. Now I’m in a hurry.”

“Too bad. Most men love blow jobs, you know. I don’t understand why you’re so reluctant.”

“I’m definitely not reluctant. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

She got up on her knees, and goddamn, that was a sight to behold. Her breasts swung back and forth, and she had a beautiful ass.

“I never do anything I don’t want to do, Drew. Now relax and enjoy this. After all, we have all night long, right?”

She leaned over him and put her lips over the head of his cock. He held his breath as her soft mouth touched the crest, and nearly died when her tongue wrapped around him to draw him into her hot, wet mouth.

“That’s so fucking good.” He reached out to slide his fingers in her hair, and arched up to encourage her to take more.

She did, engulfing him inch by slow inch into the warm cavern of her mouth. Watching his shaft disappear between her lips made his balls quiver, made him want to shove into her, hard. He had to exercise all the patience he had and let her take the lead, which was damned difficult, because he was primed and ready to go off as soon as she’d put her mouth on him.

But this sensation was too sweet, the visual too erotic to let go of just yet, so he leaned back and watched as she took him deep, then slowly rose up, his cock wet from her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip, then licked the length of him, all the way down to his balls.

“Christ,” he said, his voice gone hoarse as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him, then fed him into her mouth again, tightening her mouth around him, squeezing him as she sucked him. He jammed his heels into the mattress to hold on, gritting his teeth as she used her hands and her mouth to give him the greatest pleasure.

Sweat broke on the back of his neck and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on.

“Carolina, I’m going to come.” It was the only warning he was going to be able to give her, because he was pumping into her mouth just as the first spurts of come burst from him.

She didn’t flinch, just went down deeper on him. He let go, thrusting hard into her waiting mouth. She held on to his cock as he groaned and came, releasing everything he had into her mouth. It was the most beautiful thing to watch her throat work to swallow. He tightened his grip on her hair and held her there while he emptied.

Spent, he fell back against the pillows while Carolina licked and kissed his cock, then climbed back up to lay against him. He was out of breath for a few minutes and couldn’t even speak, so he wrapped his arm around her and held her.