Talk Hockey to Me (Bears Hockey #3) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,15
to the music.
Yes, I was drunk. Yes, I was floating. But I was also completely, totally aware of what was happening. And I wanted it.
Pressing against each other, feeling his erection, his hands on my hips sliding the sarong up my thighs, his eyes searched mine as if trying to find the answer to a question.
I slowly nodded.
We left the party and went to the dark beach, feet scuffing on the sandy path through the palm trees. The lounge chairs had all been pulled back from the water and were arranged in neat rows beneath the trees. The music faded away behind us, mingling with the whisper of waves onto the shore. I kicked off my sandals and we walked toward the water, the sand cool and soft on the soles of my feet. The ocean stretched out vast and dark, stars glimmering in the cobalt sky.
“Tomorrow’s our last day,” I remarked wistfully.
“Yep. It’s been fun, though.”
“So much fun.”
For some reason I was struck in the chest by the fact that when we left here, I didn’t know when I would ever see Hunter again. I was filled with an urgent alarm. Turning to him, I grabbed his shoulders. “Hunter.”
“Katertot.”
We stared at each other in the moonlight…and then we were kissing. My hands slid into his hair, that thick wavy hair I’d always wanted to touch. His hands pulled me tight against him, his erection against my belly, which was flip-flopping with lust. My breasts ached and I pressed them against him. He groaned.
Our mouths devoured each other, wet and messy, tongues licking and sliding. I felt wild and desperate and I wanted to feel him against me everywhere. “Hunter.”
“Yeah. I know.” His mouth slid down to my neck and he pulled my skin into his mouth, hard enough to make me gasp. I loved it. My head fell back, and he sucked along my throat, then glided his tongue over me. I hung from his shoulders, my legs weak, my pussy aching.
“I need more. I need you.”
“This is crazy.”
“I know. But…” I pulled back and stared into his eyes, which were heavy-lidded and dark. This man…holy shit. I’d known him for nearly four years. We’d been friends. Confidantes. Now…I felt something more than that swelling up inside me, huge and hot. And I needed to show him. I needed to show him how I felt. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” Another rumble rose in his chest and he tangled his fist in my hair, pulled my head to him for another deep kiss. I melted into him, and then he picked me up and carried me back across the sand.
“Where are we going?”
“Here.” He stopped at a lounge chair hidden in the shadows of the palm trees and lowered me onto it.
“Impressive,” I murmured. “I’m no lightweight.”
“Phhht.” He came down beside me, sliding an arm beneath my shoulders, and his mouth opened on mine. I couldn’t get enough, kissing him, pressing against him, sliding my bare leg up over his hip. His cock pressed into my pussy right where I needed it, but just not… quite… enough. I rocked into him, seeking more.
“Oh, Christ.” He opened his mouth on my jaw. “Kate…” He kissed down my throat then between my breasts, and I arched my back, my breasts swelling, my nipples hard. “So fucking beautiful.” He turned his mouth to the inner curve of one breast to kiss me there, then the other, and sparks exploded inside me when he tugged the cup of my bikini top down from one breast, exposing me. My nipple tingled in the night air and as Hunter’s lips closed over it, my entire body went up in flames. A soft cry escaped me as he sucked on the tender tip, a ribbon of sensation unfurling from my breast to my pussy, and I rolled my hips against his needfully. He moved to the other breast, pulling it free from my top, sucking then catching it between his teeth, making my body vibrate with electricity.
“Oh God.” My hands moved. “This…” I tried to work open the fastener of his pants, finally pulling it free, then groping his zipper.
“I’ll do it,” he gritted out. We shifted ourselves so he could open his zipper and then his cock was free.
My heart hammered, my hands curled around him, and oh God, he was beautiful, thick and hard, the skin soft and thin.
He made a strangled noise. “What if someone comes?”