Overnight Sensation(61)

“You,” I grunt. “Naked. Often.”

“I’m still thinking,” she says at close range, as her fresh, citrus scent overwhelms me. “You were a one-night stand. I don’t know how to wrap my head around this.”

“Why don’t you wrap some other things around me while you think about it? Just try me out.”

“Like a free sample?” She squints at me.

“Yeah.” I take her smooth hand and place it right over my erection. “Sample that, if you need convincing.”

Her lips part in surprise. And since a good hockey player always finds his opening, I lean forward and slide my tongue between those sweet lips. The sound she makes is half gasp, half groan. I kiss her deeply, wrapping my arms around her waist, and finally, finally pulling her body against mine.

Oh, hell yes. She relaxes against me, her mouth melting under mine. And everything is right with the world.





22





Heidi


I used to think I was a smart girl. Not so much right now.

Every time Jason kisses me, I get a little stupider. And, let’s face it, this is probably just a whim of his that he’ll reconsider by morning. Good thing, too. If I saw him naked every day, I’d probably lose all my executive function. I’d walk into doors and leave my phone in the refrigerator.

But right this second, lucid thought is overrated. The slide of his tongue against mine turns all my thoughts to a staticky hiss. My hands find the hard planes of his back and then the warmth of his neck. I give in and cling to him while his wide hand coasts down my ass and lifts my skirt.

Oh. Oh, wow. That bossy maneuver makes my pulse quicken. I wore a short skirt today just in case I ran into him. I wanted to look very hot and unavailable. But now I’m feeling hot and very available as his palm skims over my panties.

“Is this the new pair?” he whispers against my lips.

“No.” In truth, there is no new pair of panties. That was just bluster. But I’m not ready to admit it. “I was saving those for a special occasion.”

His fingers breech the edge of the fabric. “I’ll show you a special occasion.”

“P-please,” I hear myself beg. I know better than to lose my heart to Jason. But here I am, anyway. His touch makes my heart race. I crave him. So even if this ends badly, I don’t want to stop.

There’s no subtlety in his touch. That naughty hand slips down my ass, parts my legs and cups my pussy. As his fingers meet sensitive flesh, my breath hitches in the middle of our kiss.

Jason smiles against my mouth. “Somebody missed me,” he whispers as his fingertips find slickness and heat.

“Shut up,” I say, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t ruin it with your giant ego.”

“My giant ego missed you, too, though,” he says, and I melt a little more. “And now I’m going to show you how much.”

Our clothes come off piece by piece right there in the bathroom. We’re naked and lip-locked as we sway together under the bright bathroom lighting. “Come right this way,” he whispers, nudging me toward the bathtub. “I’ve been thinking about you naked in here for days.”

He grips the faucet and starts the flow of warm water into the bath. “Hop in there. I’m going to shut the bedroom door.”

“Good call,” I say in a shaky voice.

With a hockey player’s speed, he skates out of the bathroom. I step into the tub and sit down. The shallow water is nice and hot and causes my skin to form goosebumps and my nipples to harden. And then self-consciousness sets in. My sex life up until I met Jason has been missionary position on a bed. I feel exposed right now.

Jason reappears in the doorway, a condom in his hand. He dims the lights and his eyes darken when he spots me in the tub. “Now that’s what I wanted to come home to,” he says in a voice like gravel.

Well, okay then. I’d better up the ante. I unhook the little hand shower from its wall mount and turn it on. Then I turn the spray onto my bare breasts.

I’m rewarded by a guttural sound of longing from deep in his throat. About two seconds later he’s in the tub with me, taking up all the extra space and pulling me into his lap. “Let me do that,” he says, grabbing the sprayer from my hands.

“Careful,” I say as he aims warm water at my tummy. “You’re going to splash the floor.”

“Who fucking cares?” He drops the hand shower into the tub and finds my mouth with his.

Oh my. That bossy tongue is back and ordering mine around. I get more of his deep, scorching kisses. Now that his hard body is naked and under mine, I feel desperate. I turn my body until I’m straddling him. As we kiss, I rub myself against him in a deliciously undignified manner.

Jason breaks our kiss, breathing hard. Oh, yay, I think. He’s going to get the condom. Only he doesn’t. He just waits there, his naked body hot and hard, and he’s smiling at me as the steam rises around us.

“What?” I whisper.

He reaches up and turns the water off—the tub is already halfway filled. “Nothing. I’m just taking my time tonight.”

“But I don’t need you to,” I argue. “Don’t be polite.”

“I’m not,” he insists. “But I’ve discovered something about you.”