Page 76 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
"I'll make it up to you," I promised, my hands sliding under her shirt to find warm skin.
"You'd better." Her eyes darkened as she pressed herself against me. "So, big celebration plans? Team dinner? Press conference?"
"Actually, I was thinking about taking you out. Somewhere nice."
Kate's hands slid up my chest, her expression turning thoughtful. "Counter-proposal: we stay in, order that Thai food you pretend not to love, and I show you exactly how proud I am of your exceptional healing rates."
"That kind of celebration might tire me out before the game," I said, trying and failing to keep my voice even as her fingers played with the hem of my shirt.
Her smile turned wicked. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get proper rest and recovery afterward. I've been researching optimal athletic performance."
"Have you now?"
"Mmmhmm. Very thorough research." She bit her lower lip, a gesture that never failed to short-circuit my brain. "Want me to show you my findings?"
My answer was to kiss her again, harder this time, backing her toward the bedroom as papers scattered beneath our feet.
Kate tugged me toward the bedroom, her eyes gleaming with that mix of scientific determination and raw desire that always drove me wild. But I surprised us both by stopping, catching her wrist gently.
"Wait," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "What about your work?"
She glanced back at the explosion of papers, then at me, confusion crossing her face.
"Fuck the papers," she said with a laugh. "They'll still be there later."
"Kate Ellis, putting science on hold? Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"
She looped her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. "Your girlfriend is taking a well-deserved break to properly celebrate a significant athletic achievement."
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Would you prefer 'I'm about to fuck your brains out to commemorate your return to professional hockey'?"
My cock hardened instantly at her blunt words. Kate was typically all scientific metaphors and clever innuendo, but occasionally she'd say something so direct it knocked the air from my lungs.
"I prefer that version, actually," I managed, sliding my hands under her shirt.
"I thought you might." She stepped back, her eyes locked with mine as she crossed her arms and pulled my Blizzard t-shirt over her head in one smooth motion.
"Fuck," I breathed.
She stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of light blue panties, her breasts bare, auburn hair tumbling down as she freed it from its bun. The sight of her—simultaneously vulnerable and powerful—made my heart race in a way no hockey game ever had.
"Now your turn," she commanded, her scientist's eyes cataloging my every reaction.
I pulled my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Kate's gaze traveled hungrily over my chest, then lower, to where my sweatpants did nothing to hide my arousal.
"I think," she said, stepping forward to trace the muscles of my abdomen with delicate fingers, "we should conduct a thorough examination of your physical condition before tomorrow's game."
"Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Ellis?"
"Absolutely." Her hands slid beneath the waistband of my sweats, pushing them down my hips. "It's purely scientific interest."
I kicked the sweats aside, standing in just my boxer briefs. "You're a terrible liar."
"I prefer to think of it as hypothesis testing." She hooked her fingers in my underwear, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. "My hypothesis is that I can make you come so hard you forget about hockey entirely."
My cock sprang free, already fully hard. Kate's eyes darkened as she wrapped her hand around me, the gentle pressure making me groan.
