You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,52
been living in this hotel room for nearly a month, it would be a disaster.
“I have a key for the apartment for you. For tomorrow.”
“Oh, perfect.”
He takes a mouthful of his burger, chews, and swallows, then says, “I wrote a poem for you.”
My eyes bulge. “What? What is it?”
His lips twitch. “Roses are red, violets are blue—”
I choke back a laugh.
“All my dirty thoughts involve me and you.”
I fall back in my chair giggling. “Oh my God! I love that!”
He grins. “Thanks. I’m really getting into poetry.”
Now I snort. “Uh-huh. You want to go to another reading?”
“Fuck no.”
I’m still laughing helplessly. This guy. I can’t believe I thought he had as much sense of humor as a turnip when I first met him.
After we eat, we tidy up the dishes and Josh pushes the cart out into the hall. When he comes back in, I’m stretched out on the king-size bed.
He smirks. “Tired?”
“No.”
“Ah.”
“I have more to learn. You know…my sex education.” I pat the bed beside me
“Jesus.” Then he shocks me by pulling off his sweater over his head as he walks toward me.
I sigh happily. His chest is a work of art. And his abs. He’s big, but not heavily muscled—lean and ripped, no fat on him anywhere. My gaze tracks from the just-right hair on his chest down over his six-pack and his perfect navel, then follows the trail of hair lower…right down to his jeans sitting low on his hips. With a masculine flick of his fingers, he undoes the button and his fly, then climbs onto the bed, crawling up over me.
He straddles my legs, his jeans hanging enticingly open, his obliques defined, veins faintly visible in the thin skin of his lower abdomen. I suck in air as I realize I’m not breathing. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathe.
“So are you.” He plants his hands into the mattress and leans over me to kiss me.
Our mouths cling together in a long, sweet kiss, and then he opens his mouth and licks inside mine. My tongue meets his and the kiss grows hotter. Deeper.
I touch his torso, trailing my fingertips over hot, satiny skin, skimming my palms along his abs, then slipping my hands around to his back and dragging my nails over his flesh. He sucks in a sharp breath and lifts his head, staring into my eyes. His are dark and hot.
I scratch him again, slowly, gently, sliding my hands inside his jeans and boxers to cup his ass. The back of him is as much a work of art as the front—his ass is firm and round.
“Baby,” he groans. “You’re getting me so hot.”
“Good. Because I’m hot too.”
He kisses me again, then rolls to his back, easily bringing me with him so I’m on top. He rids me of my sweater, leaving me in my black triangle bra, and his hands on my bare skin are electrifying. They move all over me—up and down my back, over my shoulders and arms. I wriggle against his hard body as we make out.
We roll again, kiss more, get rid of more clothes, and I’m hot and aching and panting when he dives between my legs to lick me. “Oh God…” I hold his head, parting my legs for him. His tongue is magic, sliding over my sensitive flesh. He nips at me with his lips, kisses my inner thighs and lower belly, then drags his tongue along my slit in slow, sensual torture.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Fucking perfect.”
Then he grabs me and flips me onto my belly in such an easy move I’m shocked. I’m even more shocked when he hoists my hips into the air and buries his face between my legs again. My insides are fluttering and flipping, my blood fizzing, my skin tingling. His tongue laps at me, his hands squeeze my butt cheeks, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. So far. Because every experience with Josh is deliciously erotic.
He nips at the curve of my ass, and I shudder. I’m on my hands and knees, shaking, that gnawing emptiness yearning to be filled. Then he moves away for a moment. I sweep my hair aside and glance over my shoulder to see him rolling on a condom. Then he’s back, one hand on my hip, the other guiding the head of his cock up and down through my wet pussy.
“Nice and wet.” He rubs the head over my clit, sending sparks flooding through my veins.