Cross-Checked (Hot Ice, Book Two)
By: Lily Harlem | Other books by Lily Harlem
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: May 25, 2011
ISBN # 9781419933219
Available in: Mobipocket (.prc), Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Epub
Cross-Checked (Hot Ice, Book Two) (Hot Ice) by Lily Harlem - Romance>ContemporaryBook two in the Hot Ice series.
Okay, I’ll admit it, I have a crazy, lust-infused crush. Brick, the sexy right-winger of the Orlando Vipers, is the star of all my erotic fantasies. Just a glimpse of him has me panting. So when the chance to actually work with this hot hockey player comes along, of course I say yes!
Being a world-class athlete myself, I have a strategic plan to have him all tied up with lust and desperate for me too. The thing is, plans never go smoothly. Especially when my heart pedals right into the vulnerable game of love again—completely unprotected.
Luckily this sinfully delicious superstar is just as hooked on me—phone sex, bondage, anal sex and rude piercings abound. Despite my tactical errors, Brick catches me when I fall, holds me when I cry and pleases me when I need it most. He’s hard on the outside, soft on the inside and plays one hell of determined game when it comes to finding the ultimate satisfaction.
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An Excerpt From: CROSS-CHECKED
Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
I handed the cab driver a twenty and alighted outside the Waldorf. The doorman tipped his top hat as we pushed through the rotating doors into the creamy light of the foyer.
I didn’t pause to admire the opulent decor.
Instead my heels rapped on the marble floor as we strutted past reception. We paced by several deep lounging chairs and a table overflowing with pink orchids. Brick placed his hand in the small of my back and guided me toward the elevators. “Your room or mine?” he asked.
“Yours.” I had what I needed in my purse.
He gave me the most indecent smile I’d ever received. Triumph, lust and cheekiness mixed with softness, patience and desire. My heart fluttered and my skin pricked. He thought he was in control. That he had me where he wanted me. Well, I was just about to show him he’d met his match. Or rather, I was going to do my best to show him he’d met his match.
He pressed number eight.
We stood in silence and waited for the elevator to reach ground level.
The doors pinged open. An elderly gentleman with a newspaper under his arm wandered out.
We stepped in.
The second the door whooshed shut, his body slammed into mine. I staggered backward and found myself pinned against the smoky mirrored walls. I gasped in surprise but it was lost in his frantic kiss. My purse fell to the floor. Unbalanced, I reached up for his shoulders and hung on to solid muscles as I teetered on my heels.
His hands roamed my hips and waist. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured as he stooped to spread kisses down my neck. “Like, really, actually crazy. You’re all I can think about, you’re all I want.”
I let out a whimper of lust and curled my fingers into him. I didn’t know how I was going to stay standing, I was so dizzy with desire.
His mouth was at the hollow of my throat, licking and kissing and sucking. His hands smoothed under my top, up over my stomach. My flesh trembled. What plan? He carried on determinedly over my ribs until he cupped my softly curved flesh.
I moaned in delight at feeling his hands on my breasts for the first time. So big and strong and hot. So hot.
Trapped between the wall and his huge body, I arched for more. I wanted him to touch me all over.
“God, you feel amazing.” He nipped and kissed my collarbone. Then my top was up, up around my neck, the material bunched and shoved out of his way in one deft flick of his wrists.
I was vaguely aware of the elevator pinging up the floors. But the noise was muffled beneath our desperate breaths.
He pulled back to gaze at my chest. “Ah, you look so pretty too, even better than you described. Small but so utterly perfect.”
“Brick…” I murmured and caught his face in my palms. “We have to stop…”
“Yeah,” he said, looking at my breasts the way a poor man would look at a winning lottery ticket. “In just a min—”
He leaned forward and, quick as a flash, suckled my right nipple into his mouth. I gasped. Oh god, it felt so good. Just like he’d promised, he was taking in my nipple and the small, swollen portion of flesh surrounding it. Suckling and teasing with his tongue as the soft bristles from his five-o’clock shadow scratched against my flesh.
My knees weakened; I didn’t know how I’d stay standing if he carried on for more than another few seconds.
He switched to the other breast. With my palms on his cheeks, I felt them hollow and dip as he kissed and sucked. His mouth was the hottest, sweetest, sexiest thing I’d ever known.
My knees started to sink. I was going down. I scrabbled my hands over his body and fisted his shirt to support myself.
The elevator door slid open.
Still he kept on. His tongue laved at my taut nipple, his hand massaged my other breast. His breaths were hard and fast, heating my skin further. He moaned and the noise swirled like a rumbling echo.
White light from the corridor spilled around us and I peered over his wide shoulder.
Standing stock still and staring, with his hand curled around the silver pole of a luggage cart, was a young bellboy.
“Brick, stop,” I hissed, pushing at his shoulders. “Stop.”
I grabbed for my top and yanked it down, forcing it past his nose and mouth. He had no choice but to stop suckling my breast.
“What?” Brick asked in a hoarse voice, looking distinctly put out at being interrupted.
“We’re here.” I pulled my top to my waist and grabbed my purse from the floor. “Look.”
He snapped his rumpled shirt and turned, paused for the briefest of seconds as he registered the slack-mouthed bellboy, then reached backward for my hand. He cleared his throat. “Evening,” he said, stepping forward and tugging me with him.
“Good evening, sir,” the bellboy replied, shifting the luggage rack so Brick and I could step past.
I braved another quick glance at the bellboy’s face. His eyes were wide but I didn’t know if it was because he idolized Brick or because he’d seen my breasts.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brick stopped at the second door we came to and shoved in the key. The light turned green and he pushed it open.
“Get in,” he ordered in a low, firm voice.