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

Laughing, I followed his lead.

“Pepper grinder!” We both ground imaginary pepper to the beat.

“Lasso!” We made like cowboys twirling ropes above our heads. “And double lasso!” Two ropes and goofy grins.

Each time he called out a move, I tried to copy him but it was hard to breathe because I was laughing so hard.

I honestly had never had so much fun dancing. We made full use of the photo station and danced a bunch more but then a slow song came on. With a relaxed smile, he took me into his arms and held me close as we swayed to the music. I could feel his heart beating against my cheek. The deep bass of it comforted me, calmed me.

“Hudson, this…you…” I looked up, unable to express my feelings. As a child, I’d received a bounty of love from my adoptive parents. The home they provided me, their guidance, their attention…it was all for me. I had no siblings. But what Hudson had done tonight made me feel cherished in a completely different way. He’d done all this of his own free will, out of a desire to give me a special experience. He’d been worried about tonight not living up to my expectations, but he needn’t have been. He’d already far exceeded anything I could have imagined.

He smiled down at me and kissed me. The moment our lips touched, my body seemed to wake up. I was suddenly very aware of the very hard, very male body touching mine. Crazy how I’d forgotten that tonight wasn’t just about dancing or taking silly selfies. It was about sex.

I was going to finally have sex.

His mouth moved over mine and I gave myself up to the kiss. Surrounded by the slow tempo song and the swirling lights, we stood there kissing and swaying. His hands roamed over my back down to my butt and I made a breathless noise.

With a groan, he slid his tongue inside to deepen the kiss. He took his time exploring my mouth, the kiss a tantalizing slide into a place where nothing mattered except Hudson. I felt a sweet insistent ache between my legs and when he pulled me closer, his erection pressed against my belly and that got me even more excited.

“God, Indi,” he said against my lips as he hiked my dress up. “I want you so much.”

A moment later, his hands were sliding into my underwear and over my butt again. My body arched and I found myself fumbling with his zipper, pulling it down and pushing my hand inside to find him hot and hard. He groaned loudly and, not to be outdone, he cupped me with his palm then stroked me softly. Pleasure surged through me, hot and intense, better than anything I’d ever felt before, but I wanted more. I wanted his hands on me, everywhere. I wanted us naked and horizontal, skin to skin, no barriers.

The only problem was, I really liked what he was doing with his fingers. I didn’t want him to stop, not even for the two minutes it would take to get naked and in bed, but he withdrew his hand and took a step back. He was breathing hard and his eyes were blazing with hunger. For me.

“Ready?” he asked. “Obviously, I am.”

His cock stuck out of his pants at a sharp upward angle. I imagined him pushing it inside me, thrusting and thrusting, and another surge of agonizing want swept over me.

“I’m more than ready.”

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Here, too, he’d worked some magic. Lit candles flickered, bathing the room in a golden glow. All the decorative pillows were gone and the bed was turned down like at a fancy hotel, but unlike any hotel I’d ever been to, there were delicate pink rose petals scattered across the sheets.

He smiled as he reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I hadn’t worn a bra because of the cutout on the back of the dress and the sudden chill made me shiver. I stood there in nothing but my black lace panties, panties I’d bought just for tonight.

“God, Indi, you’re beautiful.”

My face flushed as his eyes roved over me, drinking in every detail, and I reveled in his attention. Somehow his words felt true and real in a way that they never had when my parents had uttered them. Truthfully, it didn’t matter if my parents thought I was beautiful. It meant everything that Hudson did.

Intoxicated with confidence, I turned around for him, spinning slowly so he could get the full 3-D Indi experience. He stared at me reverently and I could hear his labored breathing. As I finally completed my turn and faced him again, he pulled his tie off and let it fall to the floor. His fingers undid his shirt buttons like they were white hot. In moments, he was bare-chested and all his gloriously defined muscles were on display. As he shucked his shoes, pants and boxer briefs, I stepped out of my undies and when I looked up, he was naked too.

Our eyes met. His lips curved in a slow smile as he cradled my head in his hands and kissed me again. This time, our bodies pressed together too. Again, I was lost in this entirely new sensation. There was so much to take in. His skin was hot, his body incredibly hard and solid. I felt the hair on his chest against my breasts, his big hands caressing my waist, my back, my hips, my butt. But most of all, I felt his cock burning against my belly.

He bore me down to the bed his body on top of mine. I started to spread my legs, but he didn’t seem intent on getting between them, so there was a moment of awkwardness as our legs bumped, but I got over it quickly, because he was kissing his way to my breasts, one of which