"You're so much more than that now, Lucy."
His lips started to trail kisses down her neck, pushing the loose edge of the jersey away so he could get access to her collar bone, his hand trailing its way under the hem to tease her bare back right above her waistline.
"Do you like this?" he murmured against her skin.
"Yeah," was all she could manage to say.
He was working his way back up to her mouth while gently pushing her backward, the kitchen counter pressing up against her back. Then he did what he had done in the cabin a few months ago, his strength on full display as he easily lifted her off the floor and put her down on the counter in front of him. She opened her legs so he could slide between them, his athletic shorts giving no support to the raging hard-on he was pushing against the seam of her jeans.
Damn, he was so hot when he was like this, when it was just the two of them close to each other. She may have questioned why she was dating a hockey player who was also a player off the ice. She may have questioned whether they were even dating. But right now, she questioned nothing.
His hands were on her, inching up under the jersey, his fingers teasing the tops of her breasts. She reached down to grab the hem of the jersey — his jersey — so she could rip it over her head. But the move made Ryan growl against her lips, his hands batting hers away.
"Keep it on," he muttered as he pressed his lips against her neck again.
"But this is your jersey. It has your name on it."
"Oh, I know that," he said. "Take your pants off, but keep it on."
She pulled away and looked at him, his hair spiking everywhere, his cheeks flush, his lips red, his eyes looking desperate and wanting.
"Wait, are we doing kitchen counter sex again?"
He gave her a curious look. "You don't like sex on kitchen counters anymore?"
"I do," she said quietly. "But I also really like your bed."
Ryan's smile spread across his face as his hands reached over and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him haul her against his body, carrying her down the hall towards his bedroom.
"Let me make one thing clear though," he told her. "The jersey stays on."
