Page 110 of Daring the Hockey Player

It scares me.

Mostly because I haven't had a real relationship. I've never felt a connection with anyone like I have with Jasper.

"You cook, clean, and unpack? You really are perfect," I say, staring up at him as I lean back on my elbows, admiring his physique. He smells clean. He clearly showered after the game, and the scent of fresh shampoo and soap clings to his skin, mixed with his own earthly aroma.

I want to rise up and lick his neck, but I don't feel bold enough to make that kind of move. Not after our fight. But don't they say that makeup sex can be amazing?

Of course, that would imply that we have sex, and we haven't, at least not yet.

"Say that again," Jasper whispers, crawling above me, but he doesn't press his body down onto mine yet. And I desperately crave the contact.

I also really wish the bedroom door would shut on its own since my best friend is just down the hall, and at any minute, she could interrupt us.

I scoot back so that my entire body is flush against the mattress and my legs are no longer dangling from the bed.

Jasper grins, noticing my eagerness. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teases and grabs me by the hips, rolling me around onto my stomach.

“Jasper!” I gasp, and he pins me against the bed. Grabbing my arms, he lifts my wrists, keeping them held above me.

My eyes shut as I feel the warmth of his body graze mine. He lowers his hips, and I swear the man can bring me to the delicious edge from just restraining me.

Fuck.

I suck in a sharp breath, and already, my breathing is coming out raspy and thick. If he can get me off this easily, how will it be when we actually have sex? I might actually die.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he whispers into my ear. His breath teases my neck, and I gasp from the sudden contact of his lips on my bare skin.

“Which is?” I can’t recall what he asked just seconds earlier. My mind is in a fog, the room warm, and he’s clouding my thoughts.

Jasper chuckles. “I honestly don’t remember, either.” He kisses a path down my neck and nibbles on my skin, licking and tasting me as I squirm under him.

“I want you,” I whisper, grinding my bottom into his cock, teasing him in return.

“Fuck,” he growls into my ear. He releases his hold on my arms and keeps his hips pinned to mine. “Send your friend home.”

He lifts his hips long enough for me to roll around, but he doesn’t relinquish his hold on me completely. And I feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to be released. My gaze moves down his body.

“The things I’m going to do to you, she doesn’t need to hear you scream my name.”

I gasp, staring up at him in awe.

Jasper leans down, covering my mouth in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue past my lips. I grind my hips against him, pulling him tighter and harder. I want him, crave him, desire the feel of his skin on mine.

There are footsteps in the hallway. “Just tell me if I should get lost,” Charlotte giggles, and I know without a doubt that she must have overheard Jasper.

"Get lost!" We both shout in unison.

"Call me tomorrow, Amber! I want all the dirty details."

I cover my face with my hand, and Jasper grabs my arm, pinning it back against the mattress. The front door clicks, and my stomach tenses.

We're alone.

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.

Jasper hovers from above, his lips teasing me, just waiting for me to lean into his kiss.

My stomach does belly flops, but it's my nerves that make my voice tremble. "I want you to be my first," I whisper, staring up at him.