Talk Hockey to Me (Bears Hockey #3) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,50

as he plays with me for long, stretched out moments until I’m throbbing with sweet, mindless, desperate need. “I need you…inside me…please.”

“Mmm.” He kisses his way down my stomach, nuzzles the triangle of dark hair on my mound, then pushes my thighs apart with his big hands to study me. “You’re ready.”

“Oh my God, I’m beyond ready! I’m dying.”

He laughs softly, parting me with his thumbs. “Oh yeah. You’re ready. Look how wet and swollen you are. Gorgeous.”

His words only inflame me more.

When he lowers his head and licks me, I nearly shoot up off the bed. I grab his head and hold on. “Hunter…”

“Mmm. So sweet.” His hands hold my hips as he licks more, probes with his tongue, then slides it over my clit.

“Aaaaah!”

He teases and tastes and tongues me until I’m vibrating. I feel my orgasm hovering on the edges, but I need more…

“Fill me up. Fuck me.”

“Yeah.” Satisfaction thickens his voice as he moves again, closer, taking his cock in his hand to slide the head up and down through my wet pussy. I tip my hips up to give him access and he prods gently at my opening, then pushes in. “Fuck, Kate…”

My eyes are heavy but I watch his face, the way his eyelids lower, his mouth firms, his jaw contracts. Then he looks back at me. Our eyes meet and something sharp and sweet pierces me.

My lungs constrict. I lick my lips, our gazes locked on each other. He penetrates me deeper, stretching me, filling me, so completely and intimately I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

We’ve done this before. So long ago, though, it’s almost like we’re two different people now. And yet we’re the same.

He stretches out over me, big and heavy, his elbows on the mattress, his hands smoothing the hair back from my forehead as he kisses me. I hook my ankles at the small of his back and wrap my arms around him. Our mouths join, cling, and part, again and again as he touches my face, then kisses my jaw and my neck. I release my ankles and smooth my hands up and down his sides, enjoying the feel of his muscles and warm skin. He pulls back to stare down at me, and I smile and slide my fingers through his thick hair.

He moves inside me, slowly, easing out and then back in. It’s delicious friction as he glides over sensitive nerve endings and then as he pushes deep, he hits a spot inside me that’s almost unbearably lovely. Our mouths barely touch as we move together, slowly at first. Then he pushes up onto straight arms and drives in harder. Faster. The bed bounces in an erotic rhythm.

I grab his thighs, then his waist, watching his face tighten. God. God. He’s beautiful, so vital and strong. Sensation pulls tight inside me, coiling, and I tilt my pelvis more so he presses my clit on every downstroke. It only takes a few strokes and I’m blowing up, that hot spiral inside me bursting open, flooding my body with pleasure. It washes down my legs, making them weak, and my heart pounds. I can’t stop the noises I make as I come so hard I’m blind, gripping Hunter’s shoulders and hanging on as if I’m unwinding so fast I’ll fly away.

He presses a hard kiss to my mouth as shudders wrack me, then a gentler, lingering kiss. He pushes back onto his knees, holding my legs as he drives into me, his face intent and focused, his mouth open as his own orgasm breaks over him. He shouts, his head falling back, his body tensing as he holds himself deep inside me and pulses. I squeeze him with my inner muscles, and he groans.

Seconds later he stretches out beside me, pulling me into my side so he’s still inside me. I hook a leg over his hip and bury my face in his neck, both of us still breathing hard, still vibrating.

I struggle for words. Not usually a problem for me.

Hunter’s hand cups the back of my head in a gesture that’s surprisingly tender and makes my heart ping. “Wow.”

“Mmmhmm.” That was definitely a wow.

He shifts and uses his fingers to tilt my chin up so he can see my eyes. “You okay?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

His lips curve into a sexy smile. “Okay, good. That was phenomenal.”

“Brain scrambling.”

“Mind melting.”

I smile too. “Yeah.”

He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “I missed you, Katertot.”

His words and the nickname bring an unexpected sting