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I suck him deep and take his balls into my palm and he thickens even more. “Josie,” he moans, and the tortured sound teases my sex, and I take him a little deeper, loving the way he’s becoming unhinged under my ministrations.

He grips my hair and tugs, and dammit I don’t want to stop. I want this man to come in my mouth, and one of these days I plan to make it happen. Right now, however, I think he’s anxious to be inside me, and hey, I’d like to give the man what he wants. Okay, fine, I want it too.

He helps me to my feet and I expect him to take me to the bedroom, but he doesn’t. I take in the primal hunger on his face as he turns me and bends me over the galley table. Oh my.

“I want you like this so I can bury myself in you, babe,” he says, his mouth near my ear as he presses his cock against my ass. I hear the foil crinkle as he rips into a condom and quickly sheathes himself. “I want my cock as deep as it can go and I’m not even sure that’s going to be enough for me.”

A hard quiver goes through my body as the need in his voice falls over me. “Yes, please…” My God is that my voice. I don’t know. I only know I love the way he wants me and makes me feel like I’m the most special woman in the world—like I’m actually not the supporting cast, I’m the lead, this man’s number one.

He tugs my yoga pants and panties down and once I’m naked, he gently kicks my feet apart to widen my legs. As I spread, my sex opens for him, begging to be filled.

“Jesus,” he hisses as he goes to his knees and licks my pussy. He slides a finger in, and I moan as my muscles lightly clench around him. I can’t believe I’m so close. Maybe I can, I’ve been wanting to get naked with him again for a very long time.

He stands to his full height and bends over me, putting his hands over mine as his rock-hard cock presses against my opening. “Ready for me?” he asks, and I suck in a breath. At first, I wasn’t sure I was ready for a guy like Jesse. I’m not a puck bunny. Heck, I wasn’t even on his radar. Now, however, I think I am ready for a guy like him.

“Yes. Are you ready for me?” I ask, knowing he’s astute enough to read between the lines.

For the briefest of seconds, he stops breathing, and just when I’m about to turn my head to check on him, he slides into me, answering my question—just not the one I was really asking—with his body. I’ll think about that later, though, when he’s not filling me with his beautiful thick cock and rocketing me into outer space.

He grunts, removes his hand from mine to grip my hips for leverage. “Babe,” he groans, pushing hard and deep and hitting me in places that pull a scream from my lungs. “Yes,” he says, the sound clearly thrilling him.

With no need to be quiet, I chant his name as he rocks into me, and the boat sways with the movements. He fucks me, long deep strokes that quickly sends us catapulting into outer space. I come around his cock, and he pushes deep and releases inside me. I revel in each glorious pulse, never wanting the night to end. His breath is ragged, hot on my back and I whimper as satisfaction rolls through me.

His smile is warm and sated as he picks me up and pulls me to him. I run my fingers through his damp hair. “I thought you said I could trust you,” I tease. His smile falls, and my heart jumps, at the hurt moving into his eyes. Oh no, I didn’t mean to upset him. I hurry to say, “You said getting me naked would warm me.”

He blinks, his eyes still confused. “You’re not warm?”

“No,” I tell him, and as he puts his hands on my arms, rubbing to create friction, my heart melts. Could this man be any sweeter? God, I am so lost in him and dammit, he came at me with his A-game, giving me a winning orgasm and I still want him again.

He swallows like it’s painful. “I can get you a blanket.”

I chuckle. “Jesse, what I’m trying to say is, maybe we should get a glass of water, crawl into my bed, and see about heating things up again.”

A huge smile spreads across his face. “Ah, I get it. You were playing with me. Clearly after an orgasm, you have to spell things out for me.” He taps his head. “No blood left in the brain.”

“S. E. X.”

The next thing I know I’m laughing as he picks me up, and carries me to my bed. We fall into it together, and once again he makes me feel like I’m his number one, and nothing can come between us. As I revel in that, something niggles in the back of my brain, something about the odd way he acted at certain times tonight.

Is he not as into me as I am into him? Am I reading this all wrong?

6

Jesse

“You look like you need to talk,” a freshly showered Dane says to me as I stand outside his dorm room, while he tugs on his socks.

“What makes you say that?” I ask and scrub my face, noting that he too seems a bit off today. “Actually, you look like you want to talk, too.”

“I do, but first I want to hear what’s going on with you.”

I wish I knew what the fuck was going on with me. I spent my whole life focused on hockey and hooking up on the weekends, and now being with anyone other than Josie, has zero appeal. Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to fall for her.

Oh, but you did, buddy, you did.

The truth is, I thought a relationship would take my focus from hockey, but in fact it’s enhanced it. I’m happier now, fulfilled in so many ways. Knowing she’s in the stands cheering me on makes me a better player. I turn the conversation back to Dane. “So you and Kendra, are you still sneaking around?”

“For now, but she’s going to talk to her brother.”

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