Never Say Never: An Enemies-to-Lovers Secret Identity New Adult Sports Romance (Western Wildcats Hockey Book 4)

I hold Britt close as I stalk to her room. The warm weight of her feels so damn good in my arms. Every time I think I can’t be more into this girl, I somehow up the ante.

Once I set her down in the middle of the queen-sized mattress, I take a step back and allow my gaze to roam over her naked form.

Fuck but she’s beautiful spread out before me like a damn feast. Her caramel-colored hair is fanned out around the lavender bedding. I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want this girl.

One weekend spent together wasn’t nearly enough. After she skipped town, I’d assumed dismissing her from my mind wouldn’t be an issue.

Turns out that nothing could be further from the truth.

Even though she just orgasmed, a heated look fills her golden eyes.

When she spreads her legs wide, giving me a tantalizing view of heaven, every thought spinning through my brain leaks out of my ears.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

My tongue darts out to lick my lower lip before sucking the firm flesh into my mouth. Her honeyed taste explodes on my tongue. It makes me want to dive back in and eat her pussy all over again.

And I will…

After.

“What are you waiting for, Colby? Don’t you want to come?”

Oh, this girl…

Did she really just throw my own words back at me?

She can’t possibly understand what she’s getting herself into.

And perhaps that’s for the best.

If she knew, it would scare the shit out of her.

The force of these feelings scares the fuck out of me.

“Just admiring the sight of you.” I flick open the button on my jeans before lowering the zipper and pulling out my cock. “But now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m horny as hell and ready to come.”

One squeeze of the bulbous head and I’m precariously close to blowing my load.

How fucking embarrassing would that be?

To come and not even be inside this girl?

There’s no way I can allow that to happen.

When her hands rise to toy with her nipples, my dick swells even more than before. I grit my teeth to keep everything locked up tight where it belongs.

She tweaks the hard little buds before squeezing the softness. “I’m waiting.”

I hiss out a harsh breath.

It’s tempting to strip off the denim, but there’s no way I’ll last that long. Not with her touching herself in front of me.

I slip my fingers inside the back pocket of my jeans and take out the condom, ripping open the package with my teeth and suiting up. It’s only when I slide the latex over my shaft that I realize my hands are shaking.

Fuck.

The need I feel for this girl—my wife—is almost too much to wrap my head around.

It takes a few jerky steps before I’m able to settle between her spread thighs. Our gazes stay locked as I push inside her soft heat. As much as I want to close my eyes and revel in the sensation, that’s not possible.

I’m unable to look away from the sight of her beneath me.

I’m desperate to see every flicker of emotion as it crosses her face.

Already my balls are tightening, drawing up against my body.

Ten damn strokes.

That’s all it takes for me to lose it.

Thank fuck her pussy contracts around me as she follows me over the precipice and into oblivion.

Jeez.

Maybe I didn’t last long, but my orgasm seems to go on forever.

Best.

Damn.

Feeling.

In.

The.

World.

By the time my muscles loosen and I collapse against her, my heart feels as if it’ll pound right out of my chest. I just want to bury my face in her floral-scented hair and drag a big breath into my lungs and keep it captive forever.

Those thoughts alone should rattle me enough to run.

I’m not sure what it is about Britt, but I’m totally tangled up in her.

Here’s an even more terrifying thought—I don’t want to get free.

Not ever.

Unwilling to relinquish the closeness we’ve managed to find, I roll to the side and take her with me until her lithe body is sprawled against my chest. Only then does contentment steal over me as her fingers trace light patterns across my flesh.

Even though a satisfied sigh escapes from her, I sense the words poised on the tip of her tongue before they’re able to burst free. There’s a shift in the atmosphere. I’ve never felt this attuned to another human being before. And that includes the guys I’ve played hockey with for years. The ones that are more like my brothers.

“Don’t say it.”

She twists until her chin can rest against her stacked hands. “This was a mistake. We both know that sex won’t solve anything between us.”

“Um, excuse me…it was damn good sex,” I correct. “Don’t underrate it.”

The corners of her lips tremble. “Funny…out of all the things I’ve heard about you, two pump chump wasn’t one of them.”

I narrow my eyes and give her a mock glare. “It was a solid ten strokes. Maybe even eleven.”

“It might have been eight. I was afraid you were going to come before you were even inside me.”

Me, too.

It’s seriously messed up how little control I have around this girl.

I snort. “Please.”

Her brows rise. “Please what? Make you come?”

“Methinks someone is looking to get fucked again.” I reach down and stroke my cock, attempting to rally. “Give me ten minutes, maybe a power nap along with a Gatorade, and I’ll be raring to go.”

Her naked shoulders shake. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s totally unnecessary. The point I was trying to make is that it’s a complicated situation and what just happened won’t help matters.”

“I’m of the point of view that it doesn’t hurt.” Before she can fire off another response, I add, “Plus, you’re my wife. If there’s anyone I should be fucking, it’s you.”

She groans. “Colby…we’re not really married.”

“Actually—”

“You know what I mean.”

Unable to help myself, my arms tighten, unwilling to let her slip away. Because that’s exactly what it feels like she’s attempting to do. I won’t have her pulling another disappearing act. “I think we need to spend some real time together to see if what we have is more than just physical.”

She mulls over the suggestion. “You want to spend time together?”

“Yup. Quality time.”

Panic floods her eyes before it’s quickly shuttered away. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

It’s the same expression that flickered across her face when she spotted the photographers outside the restaurant earlier this evening. Which doesn’t make the least bit of sense.

“How else can we figure out if we’re compatible?” Before she can shoot down the idea, I blurt, “I should move in with you. If it doesn’t work out, we file for divorce and part ways amicably. I mean, we already told my parents the happy news.”

“You’re the one who told them.”

I shrug. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes.”

Brushing her response aside, I ask, “What do you say, Britt? Are you willing to give married life a whirl?”

“I think you might be crazy,” she whispers.

“So…is that a yes?”

Air stalls in my lungs as I wait for an answer.

The only thought pumping through me is the one that demands I lock this girl down tight and make her mine.

My gaze falls to her lower lip as she nibbles it.

“I can see you need more convincing.”

I wrap my hands around her ribcage and drag her up my body until my cock is nestled against the vee between her legs. That’s all it takes for me to turn to stone.

And it was more like five minutes, not ten.

No Gatorade necessary.