Hot Receiver (The New York Nighthawks #6) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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“I’m sorry I rushed you into this, baby.” Hearing him use a pet name for me in his deep voice was something I could get used to way too easily. “But the clock is ticking on the endorsement deal, and my schedule is jam-packed since the season has already started.”

“I understand.” Although that didn’t stop me from wishing he had other, more personal reasons for wanting to rush me to the altar.

“Let’s get your things upstairs so you can get settled into my room, and then you can relax,” he suggested.

“Your room.” I bit my bottom lip. “Are you sure you want me to invade your space? Since you’re in the penthouse, there has to be at least one guest room. I’d be more than okay there.”

“Our marriage has to look real,” he reminded me, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he tugged on my lip to free it from my teeth. “And the easiest way to make sure nobody questions it is for us to act like husband and wife, twenty-four seven.”

“Like with the kiss at the end of our ceremony?” I asked.

“That one and many more,” he murmured before he tilted my head back to brush his lips against mine. When I let out a little sigh of pleasure, he deepened the contact, and our kiss quickly heated to the point where I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache in my core when he finally pulled away.

7

Dempsey

That kiss we shared in the car made me painfully hard, and I was on the edge of losing my mind. I doubted Skye had any idea how she affected me, and I told myself to slow the fuck down so I wouldn’t terrify her with the intensity of my hunger.

I rushed around to her side of the car, opened the door, and reached down to help her out. Fuck, I loved the way her delicate little hand felt enveloped in mine. Tugging her to me, I bent my head down and pressed another hot, needy kiss against her soft, slightly swollen lips.

I flicked my tongue against the seam of her mouth, and she opened for me. Then she whimpered, making it clear that she was as hungry for this kiss as I was. And fuck, the sound added fuel to the burning need inside me. It hadn’t even been a minute since our lips had been pressed together in the car, but I was already greedy to taste her again. I slid my arms around her waist and down to cup her ass. With a firm grip, I lifted her and cradled her against my chest as I bumped the car door closed with my hip. For who-the-hell-knows how long, I plundered her mouth until we were breathless.

The sound of an engine turning over reminded me where we were, and I reluctantly set Skye back on her feet. Then I grabbed her bags from the back before I clicked the key fob to lock the car, keeping one arm around her waist as I quickly steered her to the elevator. I held her curled into my side, not wanting to break the contact because I loved feeling the heat between us.

I punched the button to call the elevator so hard I nearly broke it, then I looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, and my cock pulsed in response to the haze of lust in her beautiful brown eyes.

When the lift arrived, I pulled her inside and swiped my card for the penthouse before wrapping her up in my arms again. My engorged shaft pressed into her belly, and I didn’t bother trying to hide what she was doing to me. “You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I rasped, my voice tight from the effort it was taking to stay in control.

Skye bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed a sweet pink color, reminding me just how innocent she was. If I didn’t rein in my passion, I was going to hurt her, and that was the last thing I wanted.

But I didn’t have it in me to play games. My ring was already on her finger, so although it was soon, maybe it was time to give her a glimpse of what I felt for her. I wanted my wife to understand what was between us, and what it meant for our future.

I grabbed Skye’s wrist and guided her hand between us, pressing her palm onto the large, thick bulge in my pants.

“Do you feel what you do to me, baby? I want you so bad it hurts.”

Skye’s eyes widened, and she glanced down at my throbbing cock, then up at me through the dark fringe of her eyelashes, not realizing how sultry and sexy it made her look. She looked hesitant, but it was outweighed by curiosity, and after a second, she gently squeezed. I groaned at the heady sensation and bucked against her hand but held back the impulse to grind my raging hard-on against her palm.


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