Page 75 of Daring the Hockey Player

I smile, staring at him. "I thought it was kind of obvious?" I shift slightly, letting my legs part, and my skirt rides up just a bit higher. I want him to chance a glance in my direction and see my heat, my lace panties, and find his control wavering.

His voice catches in his throat. "We're roommates," Jasper says, and I watch as all control melts away, and he pulls over to the side of the road and puts the engine in park. "Get over here," he growls.

Willfully, I unbuckle and climb across the center console. Jasper pushes his seat back as I come to straddle his lap. I can feel his heat pushing against his zipper jeans, poking me as I tease him with my hips.

His hands grab my ass from under my skirt, spreading my cheeks, his finger dipping between my panties, and he tears them to shreds, ripping them off.

I gasp at his eagerness, and already, we're both breathless, staring at each other. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I lean down to kiss him.

Our lips haven't so much as touched, and he's staring up at me with heavy lids and grinding into my hips.

My mouth parts, and he leans forward, kissing my neck as I hang my head, eyes falling shut.

"Just feel it," he whispers into my ear, licking and nibbling the lobe as my body turns to jelly from his touch.

Jasper grinds into me, thrusting his pants-clad hips, pushing his clothed cock against my core. I tremble in his arms, and he sucks and kisses my neck while his fingers hold my ass, bare hands over my skin as he holds me tight against him.

I rock my hips in tandem with his.

"I want—" I gasp, unsure what I want other than him. I'm rocking against him, my insides warm and toasty, like a molten river of lava flowing through me.

He presses his lips over mine as I feel the wave, the heat, my core clenching down, wishing it was his cock buried deep inside of me.

I thrust my tongue inside his mouth, drinking him, tasting him, devouring the orgasm as it rips through me, and his fingernails dig into my ass.

My wetness seeps onto his jeans, and I'm pulling him tighter and harder, heart pounding against my chest as I finally come up for air, gasping and panting.

"Wow," I pant, trying to regain some composure. He's still rock-hard beneath me.

I shift my hips and reach for his zipper, but he stills me, covering his hands with mine. "Your first time isn't going to be in a car," he says.

"What about my first blow job?" I ask, licking my lips as I shuffle back to my side of the car, facing him as I reach for his zipper.

He growls and covers his face with his hands. "I don't think I can last if you keep talking like that,babe. And this isn't my car." His gaze flickers, and I can see the concern on his face. If the car gets returned to his brother with stains from our rendezvous, we're both fucked.

"I'll swallow," I say, letting my finger dance on his zipper.

He rests his hands over mine, his eyes dark with desire. He keeps a firm hold over my hand on his crotch, not letting me unzip his jeans.

"You don't want this?" I ask.

"Fuck, I do," Jasper says. "You have no idea how much I want you—"

I don't want him to finish the sentence because I hear the proverbialbutcoming, and I can't take whatever he plans on saying and accept it. I crawl on all fours, covering his lips, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, my fingers at the nape of his neck, holding him to me. "I want you." I make my intentions clear. There's no mistaking my desire for anything less than what it is, need.

"You've been drinking," he says and presses a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back. He moans against my lips, stealing one more kiss. "You taste like rum punch."

Damn, he's good. A little too good.

"I had a drink," I say, leaving off the fact that it was more than one, but I'm not drunk. Slightly tipsy, yes, but I know what I want. I've always wanted Jasper, but that hasn't changed and isn't about to when I'm one hundred percent sober in the morning.

"Your first time isn't going to be in a car, drunk, with your roommate."

He gently guides me back to my seat, and I take his hand, sliding it up under my skirt, letting his fingers dance between my legs and explore where I'm soaked because of him. "Are you sure about that?" I ask.

TWENTY

JASPER