Light the lamp – To score a goal. A light above the net turns on when a goal is scored.
This girl was going to be the fucking death of me and my frequent need for cold showers. Never in my life had I one, enjoyed a cold shower, or two, had to take care of my own needs as much as I had to once she moved in with me.
I was dying. It was pretty much official.
Saturday morning I left Ami sleeping in my bed to go get some breakfast. I got her donuts, which she said she loved, and coffee.
When I walked into my condo, thinking she would still be asleep, a few things caught my attention.
My cat had moved and was on my couch, a place I had specifically told him he wasn't allowed to be, the little bastard. The second, Led Zeppelin's "D'yer Mak'er" was blasting, and Ami was dancing around in my old junior hockey jersey and a pair of my sweatpants rolled up just to fit. The combination suited me just fine.
When she saw me, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Dance with me, Evan!"
There was no telling her no, not with my jersey on.
Being that close was a problem for me. A big problem.
Ami was carefree and happy to be alive right now. The energy radiated from her, and I loved that about her. It was what made me so comfortable around her.
When the song ended and I needed another shower, she smiled.
"You're wearing my jersey. It's hot."
"You can't tell me you've never had a puck bunny wear your jersey."
"Goddamn that Leo. Stop talking to him. Give me that phone," I teased, reaching for her phone. "I'm deleting his number."
We wrestled around on the couch for a minute, and then I looked over at the cat glaring at me. "Get off my couch, you little jerk."
"If you hate cats, why do you have one?" Ami laughed, removing herself from the couch and reaching for the coffee.
"I don't know. He showed up here, and I couldn't get him to leave." I tried to reach down to pet him, testing the waters, but his hiss proved my theory. "The thing is, he hates me, too, but he won't leave."
I later found out the cat didn't just show up. I'll give you one hint as to who's to blame for that. His name starts with an L and he's one nasty motherfucker sometimes. Yep. Leo.
His reasoning was, get this, every man needs a loyal *. Like I said, nasty motherfucker.
It wasn't long before we found ourselves kissing again. I didn't want this to be moving so fast, but it was clear we had an attraction to each other, both mentally and physically. Her age bothered me. I was exactly three years older than her, and in my head that was a big gap. Maybe if she was twenty-one and I was twenty-four that wouldn't have been such a big deal.
Ami giggled, and the breathy moan that followed was enough to send me over the edge and change my direction.
I was pressed against her and between her legs, torturing myself. All this kissing led me to believe that maybe, if I gave her something, not sex, but something, maybe we could slow down a little.
"What do you like?" I whispered in a low, husky tone.
"I don't know," she whispered back hesitantly, almost questioningly. Her eyes closed as her breathing hitched. I pressed my lips to her skin, just below her ear and then lower, trailing down her neck until I reached the opening of her shirt.
"You don't know?" I asked, sliding my hands down her back until they came to rest at the hem of her shirt, sliding just beneath the fabric where my fingers found her skin, the tips of my fingers dipping lower. "Why not?"
I didn't think she could speak. Her heart was pounding so hard I could feel it against my chest as if it was trying to beat for mine. My lips returned to her skin. "You can tell me what you like."
"Just kiss me," she demanded, letting out a moan.
My lips found hers and her hands drifted over my chest, stroking down my sides until they reached the bottom of my shirt. Following my lead, they boldly slid under my shirt.
I moaned, a low, throaty sound, deepening the kiss. She must have caught onto my intentions at some point, probably about the time I switched our positions on my couch, and I was hovering over her, my arms tangled around her.
She sighed, parting her legs and curling one over my calf to urge me forward. When she felt my erection against her, she wiggled against me, instant pleasure vibrating through my stomach as she rocked once until she shifted again.
I pulled my lips from hers, panting for a moment, before my kisses got a little rough.
And then Leo knocked on my door.
Fucking jerk.
"Go away!" I yelled, resuming what Ami had started, and I intended on finishing.
Her body transferred a familiar warmth when I pressed against her, not wanting to ever leave this position. My eyes focused on hers, moving my hips against hers. She felt me there, her fingers tightening in my hair as she wrapped her legs around me. I wanted to do it again, feel the friction once again, but Leo was still knocking.