Page 18 of The Hooker

“No.”

“Why not?” My fingers explore the bare skin, so warm he’s like a heater.

I’m intimately familiar with his body because of my job, but I’ve never touched him like this, just for me and him. Only ever to make sure his body is prepared for a game and isn’t injured. Never just because. Because I can and want to make him feel good. My hand drifts to his chest and rests over his racing heart.

“You fell asleep during the movie and I didn’t want to leave you, but I don’t like sleeping in my clothes so…” he trails off and I feel his shrug under my hand. “I didn’t mean to get so close to you, but I’m kind of glad it happened.” Jamie releases the hand he’s holding and covers my hand on his chest instead. He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles, and my stomach swoops like I’m falling from a rollercoaster. Excitement mixed with fear.

“So am I,” I whisper. “Are you wearing pants?”

“Just my briefs.”

I hum. “I like the sound of that.” I untangle my hand from his and cup his cheek, rough with stubble, and rest my thumb below his bottom lip. “Thank you for distracting me and spending time with me tonight. I appreciate it.”

“Anything for you, Daze. Anything,” he swears. His lips shift under my thumb while he talks, and I can’t stop myself.

Work is the last thing on my mind as I guide his mouth to mine.

Our lips meet in a soft press and from that touch, I know there’s no going back for me. Not that I thought there was, but after feeling his lips on mine, feeling him press gently and catch my bottom lip in his mouth? There’s absolutely no going back.

He’s it for me.

I surge forward and tease his lips with my tongue, begging him to open and let me in, and when he does, lights flash behind my eyes and he moans into my mouth. The sound urges me on, and my thighs tense when I clench around nothing.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my hand shifts to the back of his head to bury my fingers in his thick hair. When spots appear in my vision, I pull away panting, desperate for breath so I can attach my mouth to his again and never leave.

Jamie heaves for breath like he does on the field and lifts a shaking hand to push hair out of my eyes. His fingers brush the shell of my ear and drift down my neck before sweeping up to brush tantalisingly over my swollen lips.

I inhale sharply, and all I smell is him. He’s here beside me and this is real and it’s happening. My eyes widen. “I don’t have any condoms.”

His forehead drops to mine and he groans, but not in the fun way. “Damn it. Neither do I.”

I kiss his thumb and sling my leg over his hip. I roll my hips forward, mirroring when he was spooning me, until I feel his bulge pressing against my core. “There are other things we can do.”

He thrusts into me. “That’s true.”

Jamie captures my lips while we adopt a slow roll of our hips into each other. While I was looking forward to having him inside me, and one day I hope I will, the feeling of him nudging my clit through the seam of my leggings every time he rolls forward is driving me insane.

My skin is hot, and my heart races, and I can feel wetness soaking my underwear the longer I rub myself against him. He gasps when I yank him closer with my leg, and my fingers dig into his back when he shifts, so I’m flat on my back and can feel his weight on me.

He drops his hips lower, grinding himself on my clit, the extra weight he dropped on me making it better, making the sensations sparking through me stronger. I lift my legs to wrap around his waist and urge him to drop more of his weight on me, so I’m completely surrounded by him.

He takes the hint until he’s grinding me into the mattress and kisses down my neck, pausing to swirl his tongue on my pulse, and dips his head to lick my nipple through my clothes.

He’s taller than me and when he bends his head to reach my nipples, he stops hitting my clit, so I drag his head back to my lips and while I’m sucking on his tongue, I reach around my back to unhook my bra and drag it off through the hole in my sleeve. I can’t believe I managed to sleep with it on, but it’s dulling the sensation and I need itgone.

Jamie breaks the kiss when he realises what I did and his eyes lock on my nipples, poking holes through my jumper. “Impressive.”

He ducks his head to suck them, but before he can, I catch his chin in my hand and drag him back to my lips. “As much as I’d like your mouth on me,” I pant, “you’re too tall, and when you do that you stop hitting the fun spot. Fingers today, okay, lovely?”

We’ve moved closer to the light with our frantic grinding, and his expression softens when I call him lovely. “I can do fingers.”

He rises to his knees and strokes his thumbs over my nipples, and it’s like I’ve been fucking electrocuted. My body goes taut, and I squeak. He tugs them, and I throw my head back and drag a hand down his chest to rest low on his stomach, right on the trail of hair I constantly force myself not to look at. His muscles flex as he moves into me; the strong body that takes hits on the field working me higher and higher.

“Jamie, you need to come first. And soon.”

“Why?” He frowns, but picks up his pace.

“If I come, I’ll be asleep in two minutes,” I confess. We lock eyes and laugh. Our rhythm falters, and he drops his head to my neck.

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