Mile High (Windy City Series Book 1)

Zanders keeps my hand in his, essentially pulling me into the hotel lobby. His strides are long and quick, equally as ready as I am to get to his room.

“Oh shit,” he quietly curses under his breath, pulling me to stand behind a pillar with him, shielding our bodies from anyone else to see. “One of my coaches is down here.”

A shot of adrenaline courses through me as if I wasn’t already buzzing enough. But also, a bit of thankfulness, that even though this is just a one-night stand for both of us, Zanders has the decency to make sure I don’t lose my job over it.

When the main doors open and close, Zanders looks over his shoulder at the empty lobby. Once again, he takes my hand in his, pulling me to the elevator. His legs are much longer than mine, so I have to run just to keep up with his quick walk.

He presses the number for his floor before frantically pushing the button to close the doors, all while he continues to peer out into the lobby. As soon as the metal doors shut, he turns back to me, hunger in his hazel eyes.

He takes a calm but confident step towards me as I hold on to the handrails at my side, trusting them to keep me upright because, with the way he looks right now, stalking towards me, I’d assume my knees are about to give out from his dangerous gaze.

“You know, Stevie.” Zanders corners me in the elevator. “If you hadn’t been so stubborn that night in Nashville, I could’ve kissed you by now.”

The pad of his thumb drags across my lower lip as his eyes trail the movement, mesmerized by the whole thing. “I really like this mouth of yours.” His hand covers my jawline before his thumb tugs my chin down, causing my mouth to fall open. “I’m gonna really like fucking it too.”

Holy shit.

He moves in closer, his nose nudging mine and his mouth mere centimeters from my own. But he doesn’t come any closer than that. He stays there, torturing me while sweeping his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Kiss me,” I breathe out. “Please, Zanders.”

His full lips lift in a sinister smirk. “I knew I was going to like hearing that smart mouth begging for me.”

Before he can bend down and press his mouth to mine, the elevator dings, and the doors open on his floor.

“Let’s go so I can hear it a little more.” He lightly tugs on the bottom of my shirt as he walks backward, a victorious grin playing on his lips.

Zanders unlocks his hotel room for me, allowing me to enter first. And when I do, my mouth falls open from how nice it is. I suppose I should’ve realized from the luxury lobby with marble flooring or the violin strings playing in the elevator, but to be honest, I’ve been pretty distracted by a 6’5′ hockey defenseman who’s going to absolutely destroy my body in bed tonight.

The flight crew stays in nice enough hotels, but nothing like this. Not even close.

My eyes fall on the multiple pristine suits that hang in his closet. Zanders always dresses to the nines, so no surprise there. Then my gaze flickers to the bathroom, where more products line the counter than my local Sephora—again, not shocked in the slightest.

The click of the door pulls me out of my daze as I turn back to face him.

He slowly steps towards me, unbuttoning the top of his shirt, allowing his tattoos, gold chain, and ridges of muscle to come into view.

“This is a one-time thing,” I remind both him and myself as I stay frozen in place in the center of the room.

His chest heaves in a silent laugh as he continues his slow stride. Another button comes undone. “Sounds fan-fucking-tastic.”

“And we are never speaking of this after tonight.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Another step. Another button. “But what are you going to tell your coworkers when you can’t walk tomorrow?”

Oh God. He’s got a point. “Maybe that’ll keep you from pressing that damn call button all flight.”

“Not a chance. I can’t wait to watch you limp down the aisle of that airplane, knowing I’m the one who did that to you.”

He stops right in front of me as he unbuttons the last on his shirt. It falls open, showcasing his beautifully built body, covered in black ink and gold jewelry.

Suddenly, a jolt of nerves hits me again as I cross my arms over my covered chest. This man, who looks like every girl’s wet dream, has been with the most beautiful women in the world, and now he’s about to see me. Naked.

“Are you sure about this?” Zanders pushes a corkscrew curl away from my face.

My eyes bounce between his, trying to read him. Sweet and cautious aren’t really his style, so this concerned question is a little strange, regardless that he can probably read my body language like a book right now.

“Because I’m about to ruin every other man for you.”

There he is.

My thighs squeeze together at the thought. “Doubtful,” I challenge.

My confident mask is back on as I reach for the belt on his pants. I know the rules, and even if I didn’t, I’ve been salivating at the thought of having him in my mouth.

As soon as my fingers grasp the zipper, Zanders stops me, placing his hands on mine. When my attention darts up to him, I notice that his arrogance has disappeared, replaced instead with uncertainty.

Zanders’ calloused fingertips slide under my shirt, digging into my waist. He takes two commanding steps forward as I go back with him until my shoulder blades hit the hotel room wall.

He takes a long, laborious inhale, defeat clear on his features as one of his hands cups my face, his thumb alone covering my jaw. His other hand stays on my waist, keeping me pinned against the wall. His touch is assertive and controlling but somewhat tender in a strange and unexpected way.

Gold flecks shine in his eyes as they bounce between mine, looming over me. “Fuck the rules,” he breathes out. “We both know you’ll be crying out my name plenty tonight.”

And with that, the small space between us is filled when Zanders urgently presses his mouth to mine. His lips are soft and full, meeting every wet, hot glide with a more demanding one of his own. Inhaling into each other, my arms sling over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, and when he slips his warm tongue into my mouth, a desperate whimper escapes my throat.

Because holy hell, this guy can kiss.

The effect of his lips finally touching mine, as well as the dominant hold he has on me, shoots through every nerve in my body. Its rush ignites every tip of my fingers, flowing through my chest, and most notably, to the apex of my thighs.

His hot mouth works perfectly against mine before finding its way to my throat, nipping and soothing. And I don’t know if I’ve ever needed someone’s touch as much as I do right now.

He pins me to the wall with his hips as I subconsciously push mine into him, feeling him grow against me. I coax him by rubbing, writhing, arching my body, and pulling a throaty growl from the man who always seems to be in control.

Zanders’ grip leaves my face and waist, urgently sliding around to my ass, traveling south, and lifting me up as if I were as light as a feather.

A quick self-conscious thought travels through my mind as he carries me to the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist. But Zanders shows no strain from holding me up as he sits down with ease.

Straddling him, I can feel his hardness beneath me, even through my jeans. Lining myself over his length, I continue to move and grind, rocking my body, trying to ease the ache.

Both my hands slip around the back of his neck as my nails scratch his scalp. “Mm,” Zanders hums into my mouth. “I like that.”

I keep my mouth on him as I roll my hips, earning some much-needed friction on my clit, and grinding down on the rock-hard erection he’s hiding in his pants.

Hiding probably isn’t the right word. From what I can feel, there’s not much hiding going on.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I like that even more.”

My chest fills with confidence. I can do this. “What else do you like?”

Zanders’ lips tug up slightly on one side. “I’d like to see what that mouth of yours can do, other than talk back to me.”

My palms run the length of his chest, pushing his shirt over his broad shoulders. “You like when I talk back to you.”

Zanders tries to hold back his knowing grin by kissing me again. He fills his palms with two handfuls of my ass before he slaps it, then nudges me off his lap.

I slip off him before taking a step back. When Zanders stands, he peels his arms out of his shirt, leaving it on the couch and towering over me. Keeping his hooded eyes locked on mine, he undoes the zipper on his pants before nodding towards them and silently telling me to finish the job.

Biting down on my lower lip, I get on my knees in front of him, minuscule under this powerful man. My fingers hook into his pants, tugging them down. They’re tight around his ass and thighs, hockey player problems, but when they get past the majority of his muscle, they pool around his ankles.

He watches every movement with vigilant attention.

As Zanders kicks his shoes and pants to the side, all I can do is keep my stare at the giant package behind his tight briefs. I’ve seen him in as little clothing as he’s in right now, every time we’re on the airplane, but I was hoping that he was a show-er, not a grower. Judging by my current view—he’s both.

I flatten my palm against him through the fabric, causing Zanders to hiss an inhale from the sensation. Stroking his length over the material, I peer up at him through my lashes.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart.” Zanders runs the pad of his thumb across my lip in a warning. “Stop fucking playing with it and take it out.”

Returning my attention south, I grip the elastic waistband of his briefs and pull them down. When his dick bounces to its full size right in front of me, the first thought that rushes through my mind is how the fuck is this supposed to fit inside my mouth, let alone anywhere else?

I can feel my eyes widen as I grip his base, my fingers having trouble connecting due to the size. It’s thick, decorated with veins. And for a dick, I’ve got to say it’s pretty fucking beautiful.

“Open your mouth,” Zanders commands.

I do as I’m told, wetting my lips, then taking him in my mouth. A breathy moan escapes him and fills my ears, coaxing me. Sliding my tongue down his shaft, I take as much of him as I can. What doesn’t fit, I use my hand.

“Good girl.” Zanders gathers my curls in his fist, holding my hair out of the way. “Now, open your throat.”

All the blood in my body rushes to the spot between my legs as I push my knees together, hoping the friction will ease the ache caused by his words.

I continue my pace, my head bobbing, my lips sucking, and my hand stroking. I take him a little deeper, and as I do, I look up with watery eyes. Zanders’ commanding gaze is mesmerized on every move I make.

“Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good,” he encourages, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as his hips thrust into me. “So fucking good.”

He continues his movements and I take as much of him as I can.

“I like when your mouth is too busy to make your smartass remarks.”

My eyes narrow into slits as I continue to blow him, but Zanders wears a satisfied grin as one of his brows lifts in a challenge.

My tongue circles the tip of his cock in a rhythmic pace before my lips run down the length. Sucking my cheeks in, my hand reaches up and cups his balls. I stroke the thin skin as Zanders falls forward, bending at the waist and having to hold on to my shoulders just to keep upright.

Sliding him out of my mouth, a gratified smile rises on my lips before I take a deep, earned breath. “If I can’t talk, then neither can you.”

“Fuck.” He shivers when his breath returns, his eyes closed, attempting to compose himself.

Zanders is still bent over, holding on to my shoulders for balance. “I was right about you, sweetheart. There really is nothing sweet about you, huh?”

He wipes the moisture from my mouth using his thumb, and as it trails over my lips, I take it in, sucking and stroking it with my tongue.

His eyes darken as he removes his thumb from my lips, replacing it instead with his mouth on mine. Tugging on my hand, he forces me to stand from my knees.

I cannot believe this flawless naked man is standing right in front of me. His arms are corded, decorated with bulging veins and black ink. His legs are thick, cut, and tatted. His abdomen is chiseled and lean, and there’s a V of muscle that points straight to the most perfect cock I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Seriously, this thing deserves some kind of medal.

“Let me see you,” he says, barely audible. He gently tugs at the hem, motioning to my top, but he doesn’t pull it up. He waits for me to let him.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as the nerves return. Am I ready to do this? Am I ready to let him see me? I’ve come this far, but what if he doesn’t like what he sees. I would have to live with that embarrassment for the rest of the season, having him on board after every game on the road.

“Hey, you okay?” he softly asks, his fingers hooked behind my neck and his thumb gently skimming my jaw. “If you want to stop, we can stop.”

My eyes dart to his. The combination of badgering and gentleness between us is sending me for a loop, keeping me on my toes.

Shaking my head, I hold on to his bare hip, pressing my fingertips into his flesh and pulling him into me.

Zanders takes a step towards me, his erection pressing into my stomach, reminding me that I really don’t want to stop.

I put on my mask of confidence and reach for the hem of my shirt before lifting it up and over my head. As I toss it to the ground, my eyes fall back to him, but his attention dances all over my body.

His fingertips softly trail my ribs, drawing small invisible designs into my skin as he explores me. His hand reaches behind my back as his eyes dart to mine. Holding my gaze in approval, he unclasps my bra with a swift motion of his wrist.

Keeping my head down, I slip my arms out of each of the straps, letting my bra drop to the ground between us. My boobs are two completely different sizes, and without the help of my bra, they hang fairly low due to their weight. Typically, I don’t care in the heat of the moment, but I’ve never been with someone as perfectly formed as the man in front of me.

Both of Zanders’ hands take my breasts, his large palms engulfing and squeezing them, making my nipples hard from the attention.

His hands are masculine and strong, but his black ink and gold rings have never looked better than they do touching my skin.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out. “You’re unreal, Stevie girl.”

When my eyes dart up to his, the only thing I can see in those hazel irises is pure lust: no judgment, no dissatisfaction, just carnal want and need.

When I think about it, Zanders has never made me feel self-conscious. Not intentionally anyway. It’s always my own self-doubt seeping into my mind that does the trick.

And judging by his dick that’s standing at attention, I’d say the only person worrying about the way I look is me.

I stand a little straighter as his nimble fingers quickly find the button on my jeans, undoing them. The zipper falls before he pushes the denim over my hips and down my legs. Standing in only my lace panties that are already soaked, Zanders skims his hand over his jawline, shaking his head in admiration.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

What do I want? I want him. I want to get lost in this for just one night. I want him to make me feel everything I need in order to ease the unrelenting ache I’ve had for the last two weeks. I want him to use my body however he sees fit.

His eyes lock with mine, waiting for an answer, but for once, I find myself a little speechless.

Zanders takes a commanding step forward, his palms on my hips, pressing my bare back against the textured wall on the far side of his room. One hand finds the wall beside my head, and his other glides against the skin of my abdomen, traveling south.

My stomach tightens from both the cold texture of his rings and the sensation of his fingertips on my flushed skin. Finding its way between the lace of my underwear and the warmth of my flesh, his middle finger skims against my clit, before burying itself in the wetness pooling between my legs.

A whimper escapes me as I fall forward, my forehead to his chest.

“Oh my God,” he rasps, his finger now warm and wet. “Fucking soaked.”

My legs begin to shake, but with Zanders’ aggressive hold on me, there’s no way I could fall.

“Stevie girl, what do you want me to do?”

As if he doesn’t already know, but clearly, this man likes to be begged.

As he waits for my answer, his lips work their way down my neck and chest, taking one of my breasts into his warm mouth, sucking and flicking. At the same time, his middle finger enters me, curling forward, and causing my knees to buckle.

“Fuck me,” I cry out. “Please, Zanders.”

His lips form into a devilish smile against my taut nipple. Pulling out from my warmth, he stands up straight before slowly taking his entire finger in his mouth, tasting what’s left of me on his hand.

Zanders picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his dick sliding against the wetness seeping through the fabric of my panties.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he adds with a kiss before tossing me on the bed and quickly climbing on top of me.