Talk Hockey to Me (Bears Hockey #3) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,49

and delicious, her taut body arching and pressing into me. Her hands slide under my T-shirt and up my back, sending tingles shooting down my spine to my balls. I roll her under me, pinning her to the bed, and she parts her legs so that I fit perfectly between them, my aching cock against her soft center.

After more long kisses, I push up and grab the hem of her top. Watching her face, I draw it up and over her head. She lifts to help me, then lays beneath me in a beige lace bra with barely-there cups. Another groan rumbles its way up from my chest as I study her sweet cleavage and firmly-muscled torso. Desperate for more, I bend to plant a hot, open-mouthed kiss between her tits, breathing in the scent of her skin.

My stubble scrapes over the inner curves of her breasts and I kiss her nipples through her bra. Her hips move on the bed, her back arching, and she reaches behind her to flick open the fastener.

“Thank you,” I murmur, tugging the lace away from her.

Now her perfect breasts are bare and sweet mother of fuck…I may have seen them before, but right now, I’m just in total fucking awe.

My entire body is on fire. Electricity tightens every nerve ending.

“Kate.” I close my eyes briefly. “I want to fuck you so bad.” I open my eyes to peer into hers. “But…I want to make sure…”

15

Kate

I hold Hunter’s gaze evenly. “I’m sure.” I lift a hand and place it on his cheek.

Relief washes over his face, which is extremely gratifying. He wants me too.

He makes quick work of getting off my jeans and thong, tossing them aside. On his knees, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his T-shirt off. I press my hands to his bare chest, a freakin’ work of art. When I rub my hands over his pecs, his eyelids grow heavy. I like that.

I lower my hands to his jeans and open the button and then the fly. His cock is an enormous bulge in his boxers and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

He grabs his wallet and retrieves a condom before rolling over to kick off his jeans.

“Oh, good thinking.” I pluck it from his fingers, eager to touch him and put the condom on.

Now we’re both naked. My gaze slides over him, from carved pecs to ridged abs to the thick but neat dark hair above his cock. His beautiful, thick, long cock with its perfectly ridged crown and pulsing veins. He moves back between my legs, on his knees, his thigh muscles solid and bunched.

I touch him, licking my lips, which makes his eyes flare hot. Curling my fingers around his shaft, I stroke him, once, twice, reveling in the heat and virility beneath my hand. “So beautiful,” I whisper. I want to taste him. Suck him. But my pussy is pulsing and aching with need. I need him to fuck me.

I open the package and carefully roll the condom on. His jaw is clenched when I look up at him. I smile. “You okay, Morrissette?”

His lips twitch. “I won’t be for long if you keep touching me like that.”

I brush my fingers over his taut balls, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He nudges my thighs farther apart with his knees and I drop my arms, lie back, and gaze up at him. His face is tight, his eyes blazing. His body is an inverted V against the faint filtering through the blinds on my window, broad shoulders, narrow hips. I want to touch him everywhere. I feel overwhelmed with the need swelling inside me, as if I can never get enough of him.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps. He trails a finger between my breasts. “Perfect. Sweet.” And he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

A jolt of sensation shoots through me. My back arches and a cry falls from my lips.

He tugs and licks and nips the sensitive tip, covering my other tit with his hand, squeezing then plucking that nipple. I’m a whore for breast play, my nipples so sensitive, and having both of them toyed with at the same time sends aching pulls of longing to my womb.

He shifts his mouth to my other breast, pinches the wet nipple as he sucks the other and I’m on sensory overload. My inner muscles clamp down hard with desire, my clit pulsing.

“Oh God!” I cry. “That’s so good…” I make some unintelligible noises