Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(30)

My skin burns, heat sliding up into my face. I’m intrigued. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He lifts one eyebrow. Screaming Jesus, he’s sexy.

“What did you have in mind?”

His tongue drags across his bottom lip and his eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. “I have a confession.”

I blink. “What?”

“The night after I met you at that party and we made out…I went home and jacked off.”

My chest tightens and my belly warms. I smile at him and caress the nape of his neck with my fingertips. “Well, then, I’ll confess too…I did the same.”

“Shit.” He gazes at me. Then he gives his head a small shake. “Whoa. Just imagining that almost made me come in my jeans.” The corners of his mouth deepen in that sexy smile of his. “Actually, I’ve done it more than just that night, thinking about you.” He touches my hair again. “I can get you off. With my fingers. Or with my mouth.”

“Oh.”

“Or we can watch each other do it.”

My head feels suddenly very light and spinny. “That is so hot.”

“I know. Christ.” A groan rumbles up from his throat. “I have a condom. But if you want to take things slow, we can do something else.” His face sobers. “You’re in charge here, Skylar.”

My heart turns over in my chest. I can’t breathe and my gaze is locked on him. My bottom lip trembles and I have to close my eyes. My breath comes in shallow bursts as I try to deal with the emotions swamping me.

“Hey. You okay?”

I nod and swallow through a tight throat. “Yes.” Then I open my eyes and meet his once more. He has no idea how important what he just said is to me. “I am.”

“Okay, then. Gonna get you out of your clothes. I’m gonna touch you everywhere and get you really hot.”

“I’m already hot.”

His lips quirk again. “Hotter. Because that’ll make it even better. Then you’re going to touch yourself and I’m going to watch.”

“Will you…” I have to swallow again. “Will you touch yourself too?”

“If you want.” He holds my gaze steadily. “I’m dying and I need to come so bad. But I can wait.”

“God, now.” I let out a groan. I want him to feel good too. “Please. You do it too. We can…” Air sticks in my throat. “We can watch each other.”

He sucks briefly on his bottom lip and casts a look at the front door. “Here?”

It’s risky, but I’m pretty sure my housemates won’t be home for a long while. “Yes.”

He leans down and presses a hard kiss to my mouth. Heat is racing through my veins and pooling low in my belly. With tender care, he sits me up and pulls my top over my head. He leaves my bra on while he peels my skinny jeans off me, which is a bit of a struggle because they’re tight. The blaze in his eyes as he studies me makes my face heat even more, but his words reassure me.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He runs a finger from the bow on my bra between my breasts down my abdomen to the bow at the top of my panties. “Sweet and sexy.” He bends his head and kisses my chest between my breasts, pausing to inhale as if he’s breathing me in.

My body goes liquid and every nerve ending jumps.

He slips his hands beneath me to find the clasp of my bra. Then it’s gone too and he makes a choked noise that sounds like awe. Pleasure pours through me and my nipples tighten.

“So beautiful.” With almost worshipful touches, he cups my aching breasts in his hands. This makes me melt even more, sweetness drizzling down through me. My breasts swell against his palms and he gently squeezes them, then once more lowers his head to nuzzle, kiss, and then, dear sweet Jesus, he takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs.

Sensation shoots to my core, my hips lift off the couch, and I give a soft cry. My head goes back and my eyes close as he sucks and licks and pets me there, but I want to see him and when I drag my eyes open and lift my head to watch, heat flames around me. He’s so beautiful, his eyes closed, his long lashes resting on those high, sculpted cheekbones, his mouth closed around my nipple. His tongue licks over my sensitive flesh and he lays a string of small kisses across to my other nipple, where he closes his lips around it and sucks again.

I was hot for him before, but now I’m burning up, the ache behind my clit sharpening into exquisite need. I try to grind up against him and he lifts his head and gives me a wicked smile.

“You wanna come now, gorgeous?”

“Oh God, yes!”

He presses a kiss right between my breasts. “Knew I could make you even hotter.”

“You cocky ass.”

His smile is sin and sex, and then he licks his way down my abdomen until he’s kneeling between my spread thighs. He hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down my legs.

I’m burning up, sensation sizzling across my flesh as he regards me in this intimate position. I keep my thighs pressed primly together but still he studies the triangle of light brown hair where they join. Then he rises up onto his knees, reaches for the hem of his sweater, and lifts it up and over his head.

He’s wearing two layers and they’re both gone, tossed to the floor. My mouth falls open and I drink in the sight of his naked chest.