Free Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel by Skye Jordan, Joan Swan Page A

him again, his smile had faded.
    “Where have you been all my life?” he asked, semiserious.
    She laughed softly and started working on the buttons of his shirt to break the intensity of their eye contact. “Right behind my brother.”
    Rafe sighed and stroked her arms up to her shoulders, then cupped her breasts. They tingled and tightened, her nipples hardening instantly. He brushed them beneath his thumbs, and a tug teased her pussy.
    “Mmm.” She pushed his shirt open and stroked her hands over his cut abs, across his wide, muscular chest. Skin she’d seen countless times in the past during summer swims and gym workouts, but only imagined touching. Then trailed her hands down to his pants and worked his belt open, his button, his zipper. Leaning forward, she pressed one hand to the bed at his shoulder, and with her eyes on his, she pushed her hand into his pants, beneath the edge of his boxers. Her fingers slid over his length, followed by her palm and by the time she curled her hand around his cock, his gorgeous gray eyes were hazed with lust.
    His lids closed, his brow furrowed, and a sound, part sigh, part groan, rolled from his chest.
    He was long and thick. Hot and hard. Hunger gnawed low in Mia’s gut. Her pussy clenched for the feel of him filling her. Fucking her.
    She pressed her lips to the center of his chest and stroked his cock as her mouth moved her way down to his navel. Tucking her fingers into his pants, she dragged them down his hips, carefully lifted them over his erection, and pulled them lower.
    His cock bounced free, and Mia’s desire tripled. He looked even better than he felt. She’d never thought the male sex anatomy particularly attractive…until now. Maybe her feelings for Rafe or her depth of wanting him skewed her view, but scanning his cock made her mouth water. And she didn’t wait to get his pants off to dive in for a taste.
    She gently stroked him, then opened and took as much of him as she could.
    Rafe choked out a sound of shock and pleasure. His back arched and his hand fisted in the covers. Déjà vu. Only in reverse. Mia liked that idea. And she put all her focus into bringing him as much pleasure as he’d just brought her, which was certainly no chore. He felt like silky steel in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and supremely male. The sounds and sights of his pleasure turned Mia on in a way she’d never experienced before. And made Mia want to spend the night driving him crazy.
    But she felt like she’d barely gotten to know all the intimate spots that made him moan and shiver when he took her face in his hands and drew her mouth from his cock.
    When she met his eyes, his were dark with an intensity of desire she couldn’t ever remember seeing in a man’s expression before. “I’m not like you, baby. I can’t have orgasm after orgasm and be ready for another in minutes. And I really need to fuck you like I mean it. Like I want it. Like I love it. Because I’m hungry for you, Mia. And I can’t imagine getting enough of you in one night.”
    Mia’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her heart squeezed too hard to get her brain to work, leaving her speechless.
    He reached for his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. The thud-thud of his shoes on the floor behind her startled Mia out of her momentary stupor. She slid off the bed, and stripped off his pants and socks. Then stood there a moment, staring at the stunning male beauty of him.
    She’d dated great-looking guys. Active guys who went to the gym every day or participated in athletics of one kind or another. Rafe’s body wasn’t the first fantastic body she’d seen, touched, or experienced. But it was obvious that the man behind the body made all the difference, something she’d never known before this moment. Something she only just realized was exactly what her exes had complained was missing in their relationships. And something she wished she hadn’t discovered. Not here, not now, and