Overnight Sensation(62)

“What’s that?” I pant.

“You only let me boss you around when we’re both naked. When you’re dressed up in your cute-as-fuck little outfits, I can’t tell you anything.”

That sounds about right, so I don’t argue.

“And I like to be in charge,” he adds. “So I think you’re going to have to spend a lot of time without your clothes.”

“Oh.” I shiver happily at the thought.

He actually laughs. “Yeah, I know. The hardship. Now I have a few questions. And you’re going to answer them.”

“Right now?” I whine.

“Yeah, baby. You have to talk to me or you don’t get the good stuff.”

“Then make it snappy.”

He kisses me once on the nose. “Riddle me this—if you were upset with me this week, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because…” Why didn’t I? It’s hard to think when you have the hottest hockey player in North America naked between your thighs. Oh, right. “It wasn’t relevant. You told me not to expect anything more from you, so I didn’t.”

His smile disappears as he runs a finger along my cheekbone. “I told you not to expect more sex, because I didn’t anticipate this. But I’m not a shitty friend, Heidi. I wouldn’t spend the night with you and then pick up a random less than twenty-four hours later.”

“You do have a reputation,” I point out.

“Right.” He shrugs. “If the blogs say it, then it must be true.”

Whoops. “I’m sorry.”

He leans in to give me a quick kiss. “Don’t let them turn your head again, okay?”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Even if you and I are a thing, they won’t stop making up shit about me.”

“Right.”

“I’m the only one who gets to turn your head.”

“Mmm.” I stare up at his flexing forearm as he reaches for the condom.

“I didn’t hear that,” he says, pausing with the packet in his hand. “Did you agree with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, man.” He drops his head back for a second and lets out a hot breath. “I like the sound of that. Here.” He hands me the condom.

I unwrap it with clumsy fingers. I’ve never done this part before. I squint at the condom in the dim light, trying to see which way it’s rolled. But, heck. This shouldn’t be my job.

Glancing up at him, I catch Jason watching me with greedy eyes. He’s enjoying this. It’s dawning on me that he’s always keeping me on my toes, seeing what I’ll do next.

So I slide backwards down his thighs, lean down, and lick the fat crown of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. “Did I say you could do that?”

“You said I could have a sample,” I point out. And then I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him inside.

All his muscles go rigid. I hollow my cheeks and suck, and he makes a broken noise. His fist closes around my hair as I go to town, licking and mouthing him eagerly.

Now this is power. He thinks he has my number? I also have his.

His curses echo against the bathroom walls as I work him over. I’m no expert at this, but my enthusiasm shines through. I’ve never heard the Lord’s name taken in vain quite as frantically as Jason does tonight.

Eventually he pushes me off, then leans back against the tub with a sigh. “No more of that or I’ll disgrace myself.” He grabs the forgotten condom out of my hand and rolls it down his length with haste.

I sit back, arms crossed in front of my damp body, wondering what happens next. My face feels flushed, and the ends of my hair are damp and wild.

“Don’t get shy now,” he says, beckoning to me. “Let me look at you.” When I drop my arms, his gaze makes a slow sweep of my body, lingering on my breasts, my tummy. And then my lady parts.

A lifetime of good-girl habits isn’t easily shed. That dirty gaze gives me the urge to close my legs. But I resist it. My fingers tingle with the need to cover myself, but I let him admire me. After all, this is exactly what I asked for. I want him to see me as a woman.

So instead of hiding, I rest my hands on the sides of the tub and actually spread my legs a little farther.

“Fuck,” he says in a broken voice. And then he moves, gripping my hips and sliding my body closer to his. We’re of one mind as I brace myself over him. Quickly, he lines up beneath me and then lowers me down onto his cock, filling me with one long stroke.

“Yes!” I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate him. I grip his shoulders and grind against him. I can’t help myself.

He groans happily. “You…” He takes a deep breath and begins to move his hips beneath me. Finally. “…are exactly what I need.”

I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t want any more conversation. So I grab his face and kiss him. Hard.





Afterward, we wrap towels haphazardly around ourselves and stagger to his bed, where we lay together in a steamy heap. “I have a theory,” he pants.

“Murmph,” I say, because my lips have forgotten how to say anything other than “oh god oh god” and “YES! YES! YES!”