All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(36)

He glances at the clock behind me. “You need me to get out of here yet?”

Twenty minutes to go. “Yeah, actually. That cool?”

He nods, rising to his feet, and polishes off his beer in one long swallow.

“Sorry to kick you out.”

“It’s cool. Have fun. I think I’ll hit one of the food trucks on my walk home.” Teddy lingers in the doorway for a second, watching me. “Good luck with everything tonight.”

I smirk, rolling my eyes. “Thanks, man. It’s going to be fine, right?”

“You’ve got this.” He nods. “See ya.”

After he’s gone, I head into the bathroom and brush my teeth, then double-check my reflection in the mirror. Releasing a heavy sigh, I brush one hand over the facial hair on my jawline. I hope it’s not too scratchy for Becca.

My hand freezes on my cheek. Christ, what’s wrong with me? These aren’t thoughts I’ve ever found myself wondering about before.

Deciding to distract myself in the kitchen, I have four chicken breasts marinating in ginger and olive oil when my buzzer sounds again. I hit the button to let her inside and then wash my hands. By the time I open the door, Becca’s standing there with a smile so big and bright, my knees feel a little weak.

Damn, she’s pretty.

Her hair is down tonight, instead of in one of her usual ponytails, and she’s wearing a fitted black top and jeans. She looks good enough to eat.

“Right on time,” I say, leaning in to give her cheek a kiss.

She enters around me and heads for the kitchen. “What’s all this?”

Ingredients for the stir-fry I plan on cooking are scattered all over the counter, along with a bottle of white wine I wasn’t sure we’d open.

“I figured I would feed you first.”

Becca turns to face me, smiling. Then she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. “Before what?”

I chuckle. “Before I rock your world.”

She laughs, then rolls her eyes at my cheesy line.

So far, so good. Tonight should be fun. Teddy was right about that.

“What can I help with?” she asks, pushing up her sleeves.

I tilt my head toward the rice maker at the far end of the counter. “You can start the rice, if you like.”

She nods. “I can handle that.”

I grab the cutting board and the mushrooms I washed earlier and begin slicing them.

“Why didn’t I know you liked to cook?” she asks, squinting at me as she watches me use the chef’s knife.

“Eh.” I tip my head. “I do like it, but takeout is just easier.”

She nods. “That’s true. Especially with your appetite.” She looks around, her lips pursed. “If I were a measuring cup, where would I be?”

I nod toward the cabinet above my head. “Up here. Can you reach?”

After crossing the kitchen to stand directly in front of me, she raises up on her toes, sticking her round ass out as she bends forward.

“Damn, sweetheart.” I growl low under my breath. “You’re going to make me chop off one of my fingers.”

Becca chuckles and shoots me a sultry glance over her shoulder. “Then come here, big guy.” She bites her lip, watching me, waiting.

Oh, two can play at that game, angel.

She thinks she’s going to flirt and stick out her ass and bite her lip without revving my engine? Not possible.

I step closer until my hips bump against her ass, pinning her to the counter. I’m sure she can feel me hardening beneath my jeans, but she doesn’t react, not just yet anyway. My hands span her hips, and I caress her perfect ass, giving it a light squeeze.

“You like teasing me?” I ask, bringing my lips to the back of her neck.

She only hesitates for a second. “I like affecting you like this,” she says, rocking her ass against my growing erection.

I grunt. “Damn. You’re so fucking sexy.”

She spins in my arms, and then we’re kissing. It’s hot and passionate and intense, her tongue matching mine for every stroke and hungry lick.

Gripping her by the waist, I lift her onto the counter, and she wraps her thighs tightly around my hips. My hands are in her hair. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her warm center rubs against my length, and she makes a small, need-filled whimper.

“Owen . . .” She moans, her head dropping back to expose her neck to my kisses. I kiss a hot line down her throat while her fingers tease down my chest, grasping my t-shirt.

“Fuck it. Dinner can wait.” I lift her in my arms and carry her to my bedroom.

Once Becca is squirming in the center of my bed, rubbing her sexy curves all over me, all that stuff about Teddy telling me to go slow flies out the fucking window. That’s just not possible with Becca. One taste, and I lose all control.

She’s pinned beneath me with her hands twisted into my shirt and her legs clamped around my waist so she can rub herself against the hard ridge in my pants.

Realizing she’s just as pent up as I am, I force myself to slow down and take a deep breath as I pull back. She watches me with wide blue eyes as I pop open the button on her jeans.

“I want to touch you so bad. Is this okay?”

She nods once, slowly, her eyes never leaving me. Then she lifts her ass off the bed, helping me as I tug down her jeans and panties until I can toss them over the side of the bed. My cock gives an eager jerk against my zipper as I take her in. I run my palm along her smooth thigh, and love watching the way her stomach jumps.