"The tale of one woman who is determined to not let her past interfere with her future...A touching erotic short that pleases on many levels...With a gentle touch, Rick is able to show her that not all athletes are enraged jocks looking for something to pound, and readers will be sighing over his obvious love for Chris."--Courtney Michelle, RRT Erotic
"4 Lips!...Adrianna Dane brings to light the impact that abuse has on the mind long after the body has healed. Rick is an absolutely wonderful man and Chris is a very lucky woman to have him in her life. ... Their chemistry is hot, which lent a lot of credence to their emotional connection."--Kerin, TwoLips Reviews
"4 Angels!...A delightful short story centered around the love of hockey and a hockey player...Chris is a passionate character that readers will be cheering for, hoping she takes a chance on love. Rick is a man any woman would love to have...Adrianna Dane has done a good job at creating two characters readers will instantly like [in a few] pages."--Shayley, Fallen Angel Reviews
...His sex touched the heart of her and nothing had ever felt this right, this perfect. The walls had crumbled and she felt him in every crevice of her body. And then he began to move and she was lifted into the sky. She clung to him, matched his thrusts, beat for beat, welcomed his heat, his drive, his passion. Met him, pressed herself closed, dug her nails into his buttocks, driving him harder and harder.
The sky splintered into shards of white ice as her climax shattered over her. She felt him press deep and shudder with his own. The happiness and love she felt at this moment could not possibly be matched.
Finally, she came back to Earth and looked around her as he slid from inside her slick channel. It wasn’t some dream, she was really here, in the team locker room, having just been made love to by her hockey player lover. She moved to sit up and he helped her to right herself. Her pussy still throbbed from their lovemaking.
“I can’t believe we just did that. Right here.”
He leaned down to kiss her, his hand rose to cup her full breast. “It’s not the most romantic place in the world, but I don’t want you to keep hating this place. Maybe if I pleased you well enough, you’ll come back again.” He grinned down at her.
She pushed him back onto the bench and straddled his legs, her labia lips open and pressed around his flesh. “Think so?” Her fingers feathered through the dark hairs on his solid chest. “Maybe we should try it again, just to be sure. Nothing like repetition to bring a thing home.”
She felt his cock thicken against her wet lips. Raising her hips, she came down over him, his steely length easily slipping inside her. Her fingers curled into his short, thick hair. “This memory is for you.” She lifted and dropped down, undulating her hips. She leaned forward and sealed her lips to his, thrusting her tongue deep inside, rocking her body against his.
It was like a raging inferno had taken over her body and she pistoned herself down over his sweating frame. Faster, harder, more demanding. She arched her back and again she climaxed hard and he wasn’t far behind her.
He gripped her tightly, his head buried between her breasts, and she allowed the heady vibrations to echo through her. It didn’t matter where they were, it was him she wanted, who she needed. And who she loved with all her heart...