Page 36 of Must Love Hockey
Oh.
Oh boy.
Oh, sweet heaven.
All I can do is lean over the headboard and let out another moan. James holds me by the hips, suspended over his mouth. His wicked, beautiful mouth. The same tongue that always speaks so politely is rapidly driving me into a frenzy.
This is neither sweet nor polite, and I love every second of it. My climax—usually so elusive—is rushing toward me. I can tell. But a moment before it hits, James lifts my hips and backs off.
I look down at him, stunned and practically dizzy with need. He looks right back up at me andsmiles.
Honestly, sexual disappointment is pretty familiar to me. So it takes my poor little brain a second to realize that this is all intentional. James is playing my body like a fiddle.
I let out a frustrated groan, and he makes a noise of deep satisfaction. Then he lowers me to his mouth and sucks gently. The sound of it is just about the most wonderfully dirty thing I’ve ever heard. I drop my head and float on the pleasure of it all.
Later, I’ll probably blush just remembering this, but I can’t resist moving against his mouth. My climax is so nearby. It’s right there. It’s…
He lifts me off his body again, and I let out an anguished gasp. Howdarehe? I’m opening my mouth to protest, when he lifts his hips a good two feet off the bed and fills me in one smooth, overwhelming motion.
My body spasms around his girth, and my shout of protest turns into a moan so loud that it echoes off the slanted ceiling.
Destabilized by surprise, I start to fall onto his body. My hands land heavily on his muscular shoulders, while I try to get my bearings.
He doesn’t wait. James’s face is a sexy grimace as he bites his lip and pumps his hips in an ancient rhythm.
Looking down, I see the hottest view I’veeverhad, as his abs flex and bunch. So hot that it pushes me over the edge. A wave of bliss rolls up from my toes, flowing through me as I shudder and moan.
He pulls me down onto his chest and kisses me through it as I shamelessly flex my hips, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body.
I flop down on his chest, spent.
“Christ almighty,” he whispers. “You’re spectacular.” He rolls us both over and kisses me again, his hard body straining against mine. I lift my tired legs and hug his hips with my knees.
He drops one more blistering kiss on my lips and lets out a half grunt, half moan, before shuddering his release. Then he collapses onto my body with a laugh.
I run my fingers through his hair and try not to pant too loudly. When even that seems like too much work, I drop my jellyfish arms to the bed and exhale.
“Well,” he says eventually. “Swear to God I meant to kiss you goodnight and ask you out on a real date. Didn’t mean to drag you back to my lair and have my filthy way with you. Not tonight, anyway. I was gonna save that for later.”
I find my voice. “Glad you didn’t. Tonight was amazing.” It’s a revelation, if I’m honest. I thought I wasn’t the kind of girl who could decide to just go home with a guy for sex.
The truth is more complicated, I guess. Who knows what kind of girl I might be? And how do youeverfigure that out if you date the same boy since middle school?
“You okay?” James asks, running a hand up my thigh.
“I’m great,” I assure him. “Never better.”
* * *
Several hours later, I wake up to the sound of pounding on a door. Notmydoor. As my eyes fly open, I’m startled to find myself naked in bed.
James’s bed.
The night’s wild events come rushing back to me—like James’s big moment at the game. Then drinking beer with the greatest hockey team of all time, James’s hand at the small of my back. And making out in the taxi.
And earth-shattering sex.
After that came even more sex in James’s shower, leading me to wonder whose exciting life I’d stumbled into by accident.
