You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,41

much.”

Does she like me…that much?

“There was never a guy you wanted to…do it with?”

“Sure. There’ve been a few. Like I said, it just didn’t happen. At this point, it’s more of a burden.” She rolls her eyes. “Virginity freaks guys out.” She blinks and pauses a beat. “Are you freaked out?”

“I’m not freaked out.” I hold her gaze steadily. “I want to make sure it’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.” She pulls in a breath. “I want it with you.”

My heart knocks against my sternum. “I want it with you too. I want you to know that. I’m only being careful…for you.”

Her eyes soften and warm. She lifts a hand and touches her fingertips to my face. “And that’s why I want it with you.”

“Because you want the best sex of your life.”

She chuckles.

I’m not freaking out. Really, I’m not. But this is a lot. “If it’s your first time…”

Her eyes flash. “What?”

“It should be special?” I finish weakly. I have a feeling I’m going the wrong way here.

She rolls away from me and sits up. Naked, except for her black lace panties, her hair a mess, mascara smudged around her eyes, she glares at me. She’s magnificent. “Okay, let’s talk about that.”

“Uh…”

“Losing my virginity is not something life altering. I’ll be the same person tomorrow as I am tonight. If it happens.”

“Okay…”

“That all goes back to women being property, and a woman being more valuable as a virgin. If she loses her virginity too early or the wrong way or with the wrong person, she’s ‘damaged.’ ” She makes air quotes.

Oh boy. I have really stepped in it. I push up to sit too, grabbing a cushion and setting it over my lap.

“Men don’t have to worry about being judged or shamed for losing their virginity.” She lifts her chin.

“True.” Absolutely true. In fact, guys brag about it.

“If a woman has sex for any reason other than being in love with someone and pledging her love and devotion for the rest of her life, she’s a slut.”

“I don’t think that,” I protest quietly. “I’d be a hypocritical asshole if I did. I’ve had sex plenty of times just because it’s fun and it feels good. Why shouldn’t women?”

Her face softens. “Right. So please…let’s not make a big deal out of it. I like you, and I’m attracted to you…a lot.”

My chest heats. “Same.”

“Making out with you got me so turned-on…” Her voice goes low and smoky. “I want more.”

“Oh Christ, me too.” My dick is coming back to life. I toss the pillow aside and jump off the bed to grab the condoms from my pants pocket. I drop them on the nightstand and sit on the bed next to her. I slide a hand up the side of her neck, cupping her jaw, and lean in to kiss her.

She curls her fingers around my wrist and kisses me back, her mouth eager and hungry and hot. I sweep some of the cushions off the bed and ease her to her back, head on a pillow, and kiss her more, deeper, my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth.

Virgin or not, one thing I do know is that women need foreplay, and now that I’ve had the edge taken off and won’t be a two-pump chump, I can give her all the filthy foreplay she can handle. I want her hot and wet and panting for it.

I kneel beside her, my mouth sucking on hers, licking inside, fucking her with my tongue, and I cover one breast with my hand and gently squeeze. She moans and that sound inflames my senses even more. I kiss and lick my way down her neck. I discover a delicate tattoo of flowers and vines behind her left ear and I kiss that too. I graze my lips over her shoulder, her collarbone, and lower. I plump that firm flesh up for me and take her nipple into my mouth.

She lifts her arms above her head, stretching, arching her back, and I linger there for…I don’t know, hours…sucking those pretty pink nipples, kissing over the curves, licking the undersides. I pause to kiss her mouth hungrily, then resume my attention to her tits, Christ, they’re perfect, and she writhes beneath me, sliding her feet up and down over the duvet.

“These are so sweet.” I lick again. “So perfect.”

She whimpers.

My cock is once again a throbbing spike.

I skim a hand down over her firm stomach, stopping over her panties. I