“Yeah.” I take her smooth hand and place it right over my erection. “Sample that, if you need convincing.”
Her lips part in surprise. And since a good hockey player always finds his opening, I lean forward and slide my tongue between those sweet lips. The sound she makes is half gasp, half groan. I kiss her deeply, wrapping my arms around her waist, and finally, finally pulling her body against mine.
Oh, hell yes. She relaxes against me, her mouth melting under mine. And everything is right with the world.
22
Heidi
I used to think I was a smart girl. Not so much right now.
Every time Jason kisses me, I get a little stupider. And, let’s face it, this is probably just a whim of his that he’ll reconsider by morning. Good thing, too. If I saw him naked every day, I’d probably lose all my executive function. I’d walk into doors and leave my phone in the refrigerator.
But right this second, lucid thought is overrated. The slide of his tongue against mine turns all my thoughts to a staticky hiss. My hands find the hard planes of his back and then the warmth of his neck. I give in and cling to him while his wide hand coasts down my ass and lifts my skirt.
Oh. Oh, wow. That bossy maneuver makes my pulse quicken. I wore a short skirt today just in case I ran into him. I wanted to look very hot and unavailable. But now I’m feeling hot and very available as his palm skims over my panties.
“Is this the new pair?” he whispers against my lips.
“No.” In truth, there is no new pair of panties. That was just bluster. But I’m not ready to admit it. “I was saving those for a special occasion.”
His fingers breech the edge of the fabric. “I’ll show you a special occasion.”
“P-please,” I hear myself beg. I know better than to lose my heart to Jason. But here I am, anyway. His touch makes my heart race. I crave him. So even if this ends badly, I don’t want to stop.
There’s no subtlety in his touch. That naughty hand slips down my ass, parts my legs and cups my pussy. As his fingers meet sensitive flesh, my breath hitches in the middle of our kiss.
Jason smiles against my mouth. “Somebody missed me,” he whispers as his fingertips find slickness and heat.
“Shut up,” I say, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t ruin it with your giant ego.”
“My giant ego missed you, too, though,” he says, and I melt a little more. “And now I’m going to show you how much.”
Our clothes come off piece by piece right there in the bathroom. We’re naked and lip-locked as we sway together under the bright bathroom lighting. “Come right this way,” he whispers, nudging me toward the bathtub. “I’ve been thinking about you naked in here for days.”
He grips the faucet and starts the flow of warm water into the bath. “Hop in there. I’m going to shut the bedroom door.”
“Good call,” I say in a shaky voice.
With a hockey player’s speed, he skates out of the bathroom. I step into the tub and sit down. The shallow water is nice and hot and causes my skin to form goosebumps and my nipples to harden. And then self-consciousness sets in. My sex life up until I met Jason has been missionary position on a bed. I feel exposed right now.
Jason reappears in the doorway, a condom in his hand. He dims the lights and his eyes darken when he spots me in the tub. “Now that’s what I wanted to come home to,” he says in a voice like gravel.
Well, okay then. I’d better up the ante. I unhook the little hand shower from its wall mount and turn it on. Then I turn the spray onto my bare breasts.
I’m rewarded by a guttural sound of longing from deep in his throat. About two seconds later he’s in the tub with me, taking up all the extra space and pulling me into his lap. “Let me do that,” he says, grabbing the sprayer from my hands.
“Careful,” I say as he aims warm water at my tummy. “You’re going to splash the floor.”
“Who fucking cares?” He drops the hand shower into the tub and finds my mouth with his.
Oh my. That bossy tongue is back and ordering mine around. I get more of his deep, scorching kisses. Now that his hard body is naked and under mine, I feel desperate. I turn my body until I’m straddling him. As we kiss, I rub myself against him in a deliciously undignified manner.
Jason breaks our kiss, breathing hard. Oh, yay, I think. He’s going to get the condom. Only he doesn’t. He just waits there, his naked body hot and hard, and he’s smiling at me as the steam rises around us.
“What?” I whisper.
He reaches up and turns the water off—the tub is already halfway filled. “Nothing. I’m just taking my time tonight.”
“But I don’t need you to,” I argue. “Don’t be polite.”
“I’m not,” he insists. “But I’ve discovered something about you.”
“What’s that?” I pant.
“You only let me boss you around when we’re both naked. When you’re dressed up in your cute-as-fuck little outfits, I can’t tell you anything.”
That sounds about right, so I don’t argue.
“And I like to be in charge,” he adds. “So I think you’re going to have to spend a lot of time without your clothes.”
“Oh.” I shiver happily at the thought.
He actually laughs. “Yeah, I know. The hardship. Now I have a few questions. And you’re going to answer them.”
“Right now?” I whine.
“Yeah, baby. You have to talk to me or you don’t get the good stuff.”
“Then make it snappy.”
He kisses me once on the nose. “Riddle me this—if you were upset with me this week, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because…” Why didn’t I? It’s hard to think when you have the hottest hockey player in North America naked between your thighs. Oh, right. “It wasn’t relevant. You told me not to expect anything more from you, so I didn’t.”
His smile disappears as he runs a finger along my cheekbone. “I told you not to expect more sex, because I didn’t anticipate this. But I’m not a shitty friend, Heidi. I wouldn’t spend the night with you and then pick up a random less than twenty-four hours later.”
“You do have a reputation,” I point out.
“Right.” He shrugs. “If the blogs say it, then it must be true.”
Whoops. “I’m sorry.”
He leans in to give me a quick kiss. “Don’t let them turn your head again, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Even if you and I are a thing, they won’t stop making up shit about me.”
“Right.”
“I’m the only one who gets to turn your head.”
“Mmm.” I stare up at his flexing forearm as he reaches for the condom.
“I didn’t hear that,” he says, pausing with the packet in his hand. “Did you agree with me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, man.” He drops his head back for a second and lets out a hot breath. “I like the sound of that. Here.” He hands me the condom.
I unwrap it with clumsy fingers. I’ve never done this part before. I squint at the condom in the dim light, trying to see which way it’s rolled. But, heck. This shouldn’t be my job.
Glancing up at him, I catch Jason watching me with greedy eyes. He’s enjoying this. It’s dawning on me that he’s always keeping me on my toes, seeing what I’ll do next.
So I slide backwards down his thighs, lean down, and lick the fat crown of his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. “Did I say you could do that?”
“You said I could have a sample,” I point out. And then I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him inside.
All his muscles go rigid. I hollow my cheeks and suck, and he makes a broken noise. His fist closes around my hair as I go to town, licking and mouthing him eagerly.
Now this is power. He thinks he has my number? I also have his.
His curses echo against the bathroom walls as I work him over. I’m no expert at this, but my enthusiasm shines through. I’ve never heard the Lord’s name taken in vain quite as frantically as Jason does tonight.