All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(53)

“No. Fuck. You’re right. I’m sorry.” I rub one hand over the back of my neck. “I messed up tonight, didn’t I?”

She nods, finally deciding to close the car door all the way, plunging us back into darkness. “You did. But . . .”

I look over toward her, raising my eyebrows as a surge of hope rocks through me. “But?”

She smiles briefly as she meets my eyes. “All might not be lost. I think you were in the middle of saying something about being exclusive . . .”

Reaching over the center console, I take her hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “I want that. With you, Becca. Just us. No one else. And not just the bedroom stuff either—I want it all—coffee dates and movie nights and introducing you to my folks.”

She gives my hand a small squeeze. “In that case, I’ll need to lay down some ground rules.”

I give her a curious look. “Such as?”

“The first rule of being exclusive means no puck bunnies . . .”

She hardly gets the whole sentence out before I’m chuckling. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”

Becca gives me a pointed look.

“I promise. I’ll be good.”

She relents, her lips tilting up in a half smile. “I’m not sure if I should trust you, but I do.”

“I’ve never lied to you. And I’m serious—you’re all I want. Just you.” And I mean it. There’s not a woman alive who could tempt me away from her. “I’m just going to kiss you now,” I say, moving closer.

Becca lets out a soft sigh and I lift her chin, leaning over as I guide her mouth to mine in a slow kiss. It starts out tender, but when her lips part and her tongue touches mine, heat shoots down my spine, and I feel an urgent twitch behind my zipper.

I pull back, our mouths still hovering just inches apart. “I still can’t believe you showed up looking like a smoke show for all those guys to see. I wanted to beat all their asses just for looking at you.”

She makes a small noise of disapproval. “Stop being jealous.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I meet her eyes. “I’m not jealous, I’m protective. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Protective is looking after what’s yours already.”

Her eyes fill with tears again, but this time, I think they’re happy tears. “Owen . . .”

We kiss again, and it’s sweet and affectionate and unrushed.

“Are you ready to get out of here? I can take you home.”

Becca nods. “Let’s go.”

Thank God. I can’t wait one more minute to be alone with her.

I see her thumbs working to type out a text to Elise—which is probably a good thing since I’m pretty sure my sister was minutes away from organizing a hit on me.

When we arrive at Becca’s place, she invites me in, and we end up on the couch, kissing. It feels so good to have her in my arms, even if my body is getting a lot of other ideas about how we can celebrate our new exclusive relationship.

“Does this mean we’re going to have make-up sex?” she asks, a hopeful lilt to her voice.

Well, that clears up any uncertainty I had.

I chuckle, pulling her close. “Fuck yeah, we are. Think you can handle it?”

Her hand drifts between us, squeezing, stroking me until I let out a long groan. “Bring it, twenty-two.”

Once inside my room, Becca pushes me back onto the bed where I land with a soft thud.

I grin at her as she pulls her dress off over her head.

All those full, gorgeous curves and soft skin make my heart beat faster. So does the way she crawls forward to straddle my lap. Her newfound confidence is beyond sexy.

“What’s your plan here, angel?”

“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. “You’re calling the plays tonight.”

A smile twitches on my lips as I gaze down at her. She knows about my need for control, and it seems she’s handing me proverbial hockey stick, telling me to take my shot. After the emotional night we shared with our tempers running hot, I’m not going to try and pretend we don’t need this. We do. We both do.

I touch her cheek, my thumb lingering on her lower lip as my eyes meet hers. “Take out my cock. I want you to suck it.”

Clever fingers make quick work of my belt and then she’s shoving down my pants and drawing out my aching erection.

I pull her in for a hot kiss, sucking on her tongue while Becca brings one hand between us, stroking. I thrust into her fist while her tongue flirts with mine, and my entire body is practically vibrating with need by the time she crawls down my lap.

Her mouth lowers and treats the head to a firm suck that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck,” I curse, burying one hand in her hair.

Becca smiles, her tongue coming out to tease. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I echo. My entire body shudders at the feel of her hot, wet tongue lapping at me. “All of it,” I growl.

Becca closes her mouth over me and then slides lower making a great effort to accommodate me. My cock pulses in her mouth and I let out a low groan.

Hot, filthy commands fall from my lips, but so do many other things I can barely process. Words like beautiful and damn and don’t stop are groaned out in harsh pants. The wet, sucking sounds she makes as she picks up speed almost do me in.