Page 48 of You Had Me at Hockey

His hands are large. And warm. Rough fingertips brush over my skin, which quivers in response. I’m melting, my bones dissolving, my mind spinning away from me.

He shifts me off his lap now, easing me down so I’m lying on the arm of the couch, legs across his lap, and he leans over me, skimming his lips over my throat, my collarbones, and then between my breasts. His hands cover my breasts through my bra and he pauses there, his breath coming in hot bursts against my skin.

“You’re beautiful, Sara,” he whispers, then presses another openmouthed kiss to my skin.

“Oh…so are you.” I slide my hands into his hair, so thick and soft. I run my fingers through it again, and again. He turns his head and kisses the inner curve of one breast. I’m burning up, senseless, just a mass of nerves tingling and heat pooling and muscles clenching. I’m aching and smoldering and yearning.

His body feels so big against mine, so strong, and yet I feel completely safe with him.

It’s a relief when he pushes my stretch bralette up and out of the way, and I’m flooded with anticipation. My boobs aren’t big, and I hated that for a long time, but all I care about right now is how they feel. He lifts his head to study me as his hands cup me again, and the look of dark need in his eyes has my pussy contracting sharply.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned-on from making out with a man. Like, I can’t stand it, I need him, I need more, I have to have it.

“So pretty.” He rubs his thumbs along the undersides of my breasts, plumping up my flesh. He licks his bottom lip and a quiver ripples through me. Then his fingers are on my nipples, first caressing, then pinching, then tugging.

I can’t stop the groan that climbs up my throat, my head falling back and my eyes closing. “Oh God.”

And when he takes a nipple into his mouth…I’m dying of pleasure. It spikes through me, right from my nipple to my pussy, and that ache inside me intensifies. My hips lift, and as if sensing my need, he slides a hand down over my stomach, over the front of my jeans, and between my legs.

Another indistinct noise falls from my lips as he cups me there, holding me. I pulse against his hand. His mouth is sucking, tugging the sensitive tip of my breast into his mouth, and sensation tightens into a hot coil below his hand. I can’t even…can’t…I lift my hips again greedily and the heel of his palm pushes onto my clit, and oh Jesus, I’m so close…I can’t stop it. Pleasure explodes inside me, rocking my body, and I shudder uncontrollably as sparks flow through my veins and my entire body lights up.

“Jesus,” he murmurs against my skin. “Sara…”

“Oh God, I know.” My fingers tug helplessly at his hair. I should be embarrassed but right now I don’t care, it feels so good. Limp, flushed, and breathless, I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me, so intensely focused on me, looking as turned-on as I am.

Chapter 12

Josh

I’m about to lose my fucking mind. And more than that. My dick is a throbbing spike in my jeans.

Sara just came apart in my hands and I fucking love it. She’s still lying there panting, eyes glassy, sexy lips parted. Her shirt is open, her tits are bare, and holy hell, they’re sweet and ripe and tipped with the most gorgeous hard nipples I’ve ever seen.

I want to devour her. I want to fuck her.

“Um, wow,” she wheezes. Her fingers are playing in my hair and they’re sending hot sensations down my spine and straight to my balls. “That was…unexpected.”

“That was fuckinghot.” I lean down and kiss her mouth, letting my tongue linger on her bottom lip. “Making you come is my new favorite thing.”

Her cheeks, already pink, get even brighter. “I kind of like it too.”

My lips twitch. “Kind of?”

“Okay, it was incredible.” She looks surprisingly vulnerable, considering how fearless she seems.

Which is why I slowly tug the black satin and lace down over her tits and pull the sides of her silky blouse together. The idea of picking her up and carrying her into her bedroom did flash into my mind, but…my gut is telling me to slow down.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyebrows tweaked together. “Don’t you want…”

I groan. “Oh, fuck yeah. I want you.”

Her face relaxes. “I can…give you a blow job.”

Jesus. My dick twitches hard. Just thinking about her mouth on me has me nearly jizzing in my jeans. “Christ, you have no idea how much I’d love that.”

“But…?” She gazes up at me, wide-eyed.

I lean over to kiss her mouth, a soft press of my lips against hers. “Let’s take it easy.” Another kiss. “Slow.” Kiss. “Sexy.” This last time I open my mouth on hers and lick inside.

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