Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(41)

“Mmm.”

I can literally feel the fucking heat from her pussy against my leg.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

What I should do is shove her off the bed, onto the floor, and get the fuck out of my own room. Fast.

She pats me on the chest, her touch more of a caress than a chastising reprimand.

“Relax! You’re like one of those pregnancy body pillows I’ve seen in Target. Stop moving around so much or you’re going to mess up my positioning.”

A pregnancy body pillow? What the fuck is she talking about?

I can’t concentrate when her delicate hand, which was previously resting innocently on my arm, begins to wander, finger trailing over my left pec, hand pressing into my skin. Poking. Kneading at my muscles.

“Could your body be any harder?”

Yup.

Yes, I can be harder.

Keep that shit up and you’ll find out just how hard I can be.

“Jeez, Kip—how often do you work out? All day, every day?”

“Please stop.”

Poke.

Poke.

“Teddy, stop.”

“Oh please—you’re immune to me, remember?”

I’m only immune to you when your perky set of amazing tits isn’t pressed against my body in the middle of the fucking night, reminding me how fucking long it’s been since I’ve boned someone.

“I never said I was immune to you, Teddy. I said I wasn’t dating anyone or having sex.”

“And I said I was curious. It’s harmless, I’m not going to try anything—I wouldn’t even know how.”

That does not make me feel any better; in fact, that makes this whole thing worse, because now all I’m thinking about is being the one who can teach her…stuff.

“Did you know I haven’t ever seen a guy this close up before? I want to take advantage of the opportunity—since it’s you.”

A few things hit me at once. One, she doesn’t realize touching me, roaming her hands all over my body is going to eventually make me hard.

And two: Teddy just admitted she’s a virgin.

My brain kicks into overdrive, reacting to the soft glide of her palm over my cotton T-shirt. The path it takes down the center of my ab muscles, pausing when they involuntarily contract. Flex. Tighten.

Oh shit.

Ohhh. Shit.

“Wow, I knew you were ripped, but these are…” Her voice is low, full of wonder, the hum inside her throat one of appreciation. “Ridiculous.”

She makes another little sound of pleasure.

I don’t know what to fucking do—take her hand off me and tell her to respect my boundaries? Do us both a favor and roll away, creating distance?

Or let her explore and see where those curious fingers roam next?

Inside my mesh athletic bottoms, my dick stirs.

Twitches.

“You really are a gentleman, Kip.”

“I’m really not.”

She has no idea.

It stretches toward the fabric, alerted to the presence of a foreign hand, to the soothing female voice not far from my ear.

“Uh huh.” Her arms snakes around my middle, hugging me, body pressed so tightly against mine it’s as if we were one person. “Your skin is so warm. God you feel good.”

God you feel good?

Those are sex words, those are sex words, my body screams, even though Teddy isn’t being sexual—is she?

Nope. She’s snuggling me, for fuck’s sake.

Unless she’s not?

No, she definitely is.

Or maybe she’s not?

Shit, shit, fuck my life.

“Why are you so tense right now?” Comes a low, soothing voice. “Should I rub your back?”

“Jesus no!” I shout. “I mean—no thanks, I’m good.”

“You really must be tired, ’cause you’re so grouchy all of a sudden. Close your eyes and I’ll rub your shoulders.”

As she lies next to me, her innocent hands are already there, slowly rubbing circles over my collarbone, clavicle, and deltoid. Goddamn, it feels good.

Still…

“Please don’t.”

“Mmm, why not?”

“Because…” Because you just went Mmm, and it made my dick stiffen up, that’s why not. Does she really not get it? Or is she playing dumb? She can’t be this clueless.

Can she?

“Just relax, okay?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I bark out a laugh, wanting to move away but paralyzed.

Her fingers brush the bottom of my beard then lightly caress my cheeks.

“Your skin is so soft where you don’t have hair—too bad there isn’t much of it showing.”

“Yup, just how I like it.”

“You know what girls always talk about when they see a guy with a beard?”

“How repulsive it is?”

“Uh, no.” Teddy laughs. “They talk about what it would feel like between their legs.”

“What?” Another laugh from her and I’m ready to fly off the damn bed. “You’re lying.”

“Did you not know that?”

“No.”

“Kip, they make Tshirts that say Bearded for her pleasure. You should get one—I’d get you one myself, but I’m broke, ha.”