Page 10 of Puck Me Harder

“Are you alright with this?” I ask, lowering myself onto his leg.

I’ve always had a weakness for guys with thick thighs, and Kai has tree trunks for legs. I can feel his quad flexing beneath me, rubbing against my sensitive skin beneath the towel.

“I’m alright with anything you do, Ace. Don’t worry about that,” Kai purrs.

His voice has no business being so sexy, like a shot of tequila straight to my pussy.

I lower myself farther, pressing my wetness directly against his hot skin. Both of us groan at the initial contact. I lean forward, hands splayed out on his chest as I begin to rock back and forth.

“What were you doing in the locker room, Ace? There are easier ways to get an interview,” Kai asks, his voice hoarse. His eyes are twin coals, burning right into mine.

I slowly slide up and down his thigh. I’m making a mess of him, but it’s only making his breathing quicker.

“I figured no one else had ever had the balls. I’ve been in locker rooms since I was old enough to play a sport. Single dad, three older brothers. I’m not a very girly girl,” I hiss as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm my senses.

“You feel pretty fucking feminine to me right now,” Kai groans, his breathing rapid.

I can’t feel his cock, but I can see the bulge trapped beneath the towel and his other leg.

“Shame about that towel, Mita. I could be grinding on your cock right now,” I whisper against this ear as I lean forward.

“You could make it up to me by losing your towel, Ace. It’s going to take more than big brothers to scare me away, Dakota.” He never takes his eyes off of mine. ”When I want something, I go after it with everything I’ve got. Life is too short for fear.”

Fuck, I can’t resist him. I’m already crossing every line and breaking all the rules.

What’s one more?

I reach back and unknot the towel, letting it fall away. I’ve always been a little self-conscious of my chest. I’m athletic— lean and muscular where I’m “supposed” to be soft and curvy. College volleyball gave me the ass I always wanted, but I’m still a card-carrying member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.

If Kai shares my disappointment, he doesn't show it. I hear him swear as the towel falls away and feel his body go even tenser beneath mine.

Kai’s eyes drop down to my chest, then lower, taking in every inch of my naked body. I can feel the heat of his eyes on me like a blowtorch, scorching my skin.

“I like your freckles,” Kai says, smiling as his eyes move back up to mine.

“I like these,” I say, tracing the lines of his tattoos.

“Not fair, Ace. Let me touch you,” He growls as my fingers follow the lines of ink and muscle.

God, I’m tempted. But I can’t let myself give in to Kai, not completely. We’ve already gone too far as it is. I have a job to do, and he has a career to maintain. Neither of us can afford this, no matter how much I want him.

“Sorry. I’m going to need more, Mita,” I toss his words from earlier back at Kai. “Got to buy a girl dinner first.”

I shift against him again, teasing us both with forbidden fruit. I see the way his jaw clenches, the muscles in his face and neck tense with control.

“Fine.” Kai shifts his leg, tilting me off balance. “I’m meeting Sawyer at Tom’s tonight. It’s a sports bar— why don’t you meet me there? We can have a drink, then go get dinner. Off the clock.”

I sigh as his leg moves against me. Kai lifts his knee slightly— shifting until I have no choice but to slide down and land against his hard chest, palms splayed against the sculpted muscles there.

Kai’s hands are still behind his head. But he has more than enough core strength to tilt me on his lap, angling the movement so that my lips land on his when we crash together.

I moan against his mouth, opening up to let his tongue wrestle with mine. It’s a slower kiss than our first, but twice as hot. I can feel his warm skin pressed against mine, the hardness of his muscles grinding against me.

My nipples drag across his chest, twin peaks that ache for his hands and mouth. I drag my hand down his chest, reveling in the feeling of so much restrained power. I don’t know how he’s managing not to touch me, because it’s all I can think of, even as I’m doing it.

I grind against him harder, chasing my release. His leg moves up again, his thigh grinding against my clit at the perfect angle to push me over the edge.

My cry of pleasure is muffled by his mouth, but it’s still loud in the enclosed space of the sauna. Kai’s arms wrap around my back, just bracing me against him as I ride out my pleasure.