Darkroom: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Kate Willoughby (reading a book .txt) 📕

He pulled away and stood there staring at me intensely, breathing hard. His hair looked a little wild and so did his eyes.

“You’re a good kisser,” I said, gratified to see him as hot and bothered as I was.

He blinked then grinned. “You too. I didn’t want to stop.”

“Me either.”

“But this isn’t the right time or the right place.”

“Agreed.”

Someone knocked on the door. “Hey, are you at a good stopping point yet?” a voice called.

“Sure, just a second,” Hudson replied.

After we smoothed our clothes and I finger-combed my hair, Hudson pulled me close for one last kiss.

“I’m not finished with you, Indi Briscoe,” he said with a banked fire in his eyes.

I certainly hoped not.

After an hour of trial and error and a few more stolen kisses, Hudson and I emerged from the photo lab with some decent prints, which surprised me, considering how divided my attention had been when Randi was giving us the instructions. Of course, the real test would be if, a few days from now when we turned them in, they hadn’t turned some weird color because we didn’t dip them in the right chemical for the right amount of time.

“So, what do you think?” I asked Hudson.

He examined the three prints. “I actually really love these. This paper has some real weight to it. I also like the way the image has a frame of white around it, like it’s matted. It makes it look like real art.”

He got out a spiral notebook and carefully sandwiched the prints between the pages. “Got a question for you,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“Our home opener is on Friday—”

“You’re having a housewarming?”

He laughed. “No, no. This Friday is our first hockey game at home and I want you to come.”

Burlington U had an excellent hockey team, but sports didn’t interest me. I’d only ever been to one game in the past two years because I always had more studying to do and I went home to Brattleboro for the weekend as often as I could, and all the games were on the weekends.

But that was before I’d made out with Hudson Forte. After the way he’d talked about how much he loved the game, I really wanted to see him play.

“Of course I’ll come. It sounds like fun.”

His face lit up like I’d told him it was Christmas tomorrow and that made me feel good.

Later, however, I couldn’t concentrate. It took me almost four hours to read two chapters of Organic Chemistry. I found myself getting to the end of a page, realizing I didn’t remember anything of what I’d just read and having to start over. This happened multiple times because I kept thinking about Hudson and what we’d done in the darkroom.

I still couldn’t quite believe how on fire I’d been. He turned me on so much, it felt like I would die if I didn’t get naked with him as soon as possible. I’d read about this kind of erotic insanity in books and saw it in the movies, but until today, I kind of thought it only existed in people’s imaginations. Now that I’d experienced it myself, I understood completely why sex was such a powerful motivator. All he had to do was look at me with that hungry expression on his handsome face and I wanted him to touch and kiss and lick me everywhere. I wanted to touch him too—especially those thighs—to see if his body was as hard as it looked.

And now I was all worked up again. Damn it.

Frustrated, I jammed the cap back on my highlighter, stalked across the room to turn the lights off and lay down on the bed.

Time to get you out of my head, Hudson Forte.

Closing my eyes, I slid my hand into my panties. Maybe if I gave my body what it wanted, I could get some real studying done.

I brought my mind back to the moment when I felt his hard cock and how that red-lit room had seemed provocative and exciting when just moments before it had been cold and sterile. And when he looked at me with that hunger in his eyes how my body had responded with a rush of heat that centered between my legs.

As before, I’d felt the effects of his kisses everywhere. Every one of my nerve endings seemed to be on high alert and when he brushed his thumbs against my nipples, even over my shirt, I felt it right in my hoohah. Were there nerves connecting the two, I wondered?

That’s when that guy had knocked on the door, but now, in my fantasy, it was still just me and Hudson in that room.

He undid his jeans with practiced movements as I did the same. I only managed to get one leg out of my pants, but that was enough.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he growled.

As I did so, he hoisted me up, my back against a bare wall that hadn’t been there in real life. Amazingly, he held me there, suspended, as he reached between us, took his hard cock in his hand and pushed it inside me.

In my fantasy, I was irresistible and experienced, so when he entered me, I felt no pain, only pleasure. Intense and immediate, raw and urgent.

Imagining what it would feel like when he thrust himself in and out of my body was all I needed to launch me into orgasm. I pressed my lips together tightly as the waves of pleasure coursed through me. I continued rubbing my clit to milk every bit of feeling out of it that I could.

I lay there, still tingly all over, staring at the ceiling, and wondering if that was what it would really be like with him. Or was I shooting myself in the foot by creating this perfect dream that the real experience would never match?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

15

Hudson

Today was our home opener and the arena was going to be filled to capacity with