All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(37)

“Can I take this off too?” I tug playfully at the hem of her shirt.

“Only if you lose yours also.”

I quickly tug my shirt off over my head, and her gaze tracks my movements, lingering on the wide expanse of my chest. I recall her words that night as I put her to bed in here to sleep off too much tequila . . . that she liked the hair on my chest. Her hands explore there now, ghosting over the muscles in my abs and touching the dusting of fine hair between my pec muscles. Her mouth lifts in a smile.

“You can touch me all you want, angel. But first I have to get you naked.”

She giggles and then sits up so I can remove her shirt and unclasp her bra.

I’ve never spent so much time on foreplay in my entire life, but with Becca it just comes naturally. I want to explore every ticklish spot, every place that makes her sigh in pleasure. Thoroughly. And I do.

I also know foreplay is super important with Becca to make sure she’s okay and that she truly wants this. It’ll give her time to say no and give me an indication if we should keep going. And so far? She’s clearly enjoying herself.

We kiss and grind, touching each other until I’m about to lose my mind. And when I sense Becca can’t take it anymore either, I kiss my way down her soft belly and settle between her thighs. Then I pause and meet her eyes.

“Are you good?”

She watches me with hooded eyes and nods.

It’s the reassurance I need. Taking my time, I lick and suck and nibble until she’s panting. I’m not sure what I imagined tonight would be like, but so far, this is exceeding all my expectations. A few seconds more, and Becca’s muscles tense. She rocks her hips against my mouth, coming with a soft gasp against my tongue. It’s fucking perfect.

“God, Owen,” she says on a sigh. She pushes one hand into my hair as I kiss my way back up her body. “That was so good.”

“I’m just getting started.” I press a kiss to her neck.

Her sighs turn to soft pants as I kiss her breasts, pushing them together in my hands so I can tease her nipples with my tongue. But then she sits up and places one hand firmly on my chest, her body language changing in an instant.

“Time out,” she says, panting.

“Did you just call a time-out?” When she nods firmly, I realize that maybe things weren’t going as well as I thought. Sitting up on my heels, I brush a piece of her long hair behind her ear. “What’s up?”

“Come here.” She pats the bed beside her, and I lie down next to her.

Propping one hand behind my head, I inhale deeply, trying to cool myself down. We just pulled a one-eighty and I need a second here. “What’s on your mind?”

“Maybe this is all going too fast?” she says, voice lifting.

“Is that a question... or a statement?”

She shrugs. “It’s just that I know where we’re headed, and suddenly it was like whoa, this is happening. Everything felt so very real.”

“Hey,” I touch her cheek. “We’re not headed anywhere you’re not one-hundred percent on board with.”

She nods once, looking down. “I know that. I’m sorry. I hate that I’m nervous. Hate that I can’t get out of my own head long enough to enjoy this.”

“Don’t be. It’s really okay.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me and then her gaze drifts south where she looks pointedly at my straining erection. “Are you sure about that? I’ve heard blue balls can be particularly painful.”

I shift on the bed, giving her some space. “As much as I love the fact that you’re worried about my balls, one, I’ll live. And two if I need to, it’s nothing my right hand can’t take care of.”

Her lips quirk up as she gazes at me. “Would you ever let me watch you?”

My heart rate accelerates. “Jerk off? I guess so. If you wanted to. But first tell me what’s on your mind. Seriously, the boys’ll be fine.”

She swallows, and nods once, sitting up in the center of the bed. “I guess the other times we hooked up, it’s been at my place—I was the one calling the shots and setting the pace. I felt safe. Now I’m here, and this is just so much more than I’m used to.”

My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow. “I get that. I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”

She shakes her head. “You didn’t.”

I did. I’m the one who all but mauled her in the kitchen and then stripped her naked in my bed in under two minutes. Fuck. Way to go Parrish. I clear my throat, hesitating, because I have no idea what comes next. “Should we maybe hang out for a while? Eat dinner? Talk? Would that help?”

Becca nods. “Yeah I think that might be a good idea.”

We dress, and I say a silent prayer that the rest of the night isn’t going to end up awkward now.

Back in the kitchen, everything is just how we left it—vegetables half-chopped, rice maker not even plugged in. We didn’t make it very far before heading to the bedroom.

Totally my fault, and I’m trying hard not to feel like a complete ass.

“Would you judge me if I suggest we break into that wine?” Becca asks as she surveys the countertops.

I give her a curious look, trying to figure out if she’s serious. Based on her expression, I would say one hundred percent. “Of course not. Unless you’re planning to get completely drunk...” In that case sex would be off the table, but I wait for her to answer. That’s her decision to make. Not mine.