Page 44 of Game Changer (Wynn Hockey #5)

Jax

Only inches separate our faces. I drag my gaze away from Molly’s wet eyes and look at her mouth.

The plump bottom lip parts slightly from the top just so I can see the edge of her white teeth.

I can’t believe she’s in my arms and she loves me and I’m so fucking relieved and elated and hot for her I can barely think.

I hear her indrawn breath, feel the tremors of her soft body in my arms. Her scent surrounds us, intoxicating me. I feel her breath whisper on my lips, her heart knocking against me. I see her pulse, just as quick, beneath the fine skin of her throat.

Then our mouths meet, in an agonizing, excruciatingly beautiful kiss.

Her mouth is heaven, sweet and soft. I stroke inside with my tongue, and she opens for me, meeting my tongue with hers.

I kiss her again and again, long, slow, clinging kisses, our tongues brushing as we draw apart in slow, lush licks.

She moans deep in her throat, slides her hands around my neck and pulls me closer.

I lift her onto my lap, turn her, tipping her back against the arm rest of the couch, leaning into her.

I need to taste more of her, more of her sweet mouth.

I thread my hand into her hair, twist it around my fingers and give a little tug, eliciting a whimper from her that has my blood sizzling through my veins.

I draw back to look at her face. The love shining there punches me like a fist in the gut, spreading warmth and relief and gratitude through me.

I kiss her again, deep, open-mouthed kisses, eating her up, trailing my fingers down the side of her neck, over her collarbone.

I rub the top curve of her breast. Heat sparks, ignites and grows between us as our kisses deepen, as I cup one breast in my hand and rub my thumb over the nipple.

My throat aches and my heart lurches with overwhelming emotion. I can’t get close enough to her.

Without words, I stand and pull her up from the couch, and she leads me to her bedroom.

There, she winds her arms around my neck and presses against me.

We stand like that, foreheads together, noses side by side, just breathing in each other.

Then Molly shifts her mouth closer to mine, and I take it in a long, hungry kiss.

“Want you out of these clothes.” I pull her T-shirt up and over her head, and she reaches behind her back to undo her bra, a sweet little barely-there pink lace number.

I flick open the button of her jeans and work them down over her hips, along with her panties.

She steps out of them, one foot at a time, then I move her to the bed and lay her down gently.

She smiles up at me, her hair spread around her face, her smooth skin glowing, her eyes shiny.

As I take off my own clothes, I study her curves, her perfect breasts, the shallow indent of her navel, the swell of her hips. My eyes return to hers to see her watching me too, a look of avid longing in her eyes. I fucking love that.

I lie down beside her, hand on her stomach, elbow bent, my head propped on my hand.

Luminous green eyes turn to me and I’m lost. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I press my face between her breasts, breathe in her pink citrus scent, then kiss the inside curve of each breast. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck, then rub my tongue over it.

She tastes so sweet and her whimpers tell me how much she loves that.

I move to the other nipple, taste it too, play with it with my mouth while my fingers pluck the other.

I test the weight of her breast, squeezing it gently.

“That feels so good.” Her fingers sifted through my hair, her body twitching and writhing against me. “So good.”

I move over her and she reaches for my cock. Her hands feel sublime, soft yet firm, stroking me in long pulls that send pleasure licking over my skin.

“Inside me. Please.”

“I need to get a condom.”

“Do you?”

I lift my head and peer down at her. Our eyes meet. I swallow. Her trust hits me like a puck in the chest. “Do you ?” I ask quietly.

“I’m on the pill. And I went to the doctor when I got back to Chicago. All good.”

“Me too.”

“Okay then.”

I press a hard kiss to her mouth as she guides me into her. Her heat and wetness surround the head of my cock, then more as I ease in, hot velvet squeezing me. A low, rough sound tears from my throat. I’ve never been bareback and I’m so fucking glad it’s with Molly.

I hold my weight on my elbows and she parts her legs wider. I push in deeper, all the way, and the air rips out of my lungs. “Molly, oh, Christ.”

“I know.” Her hands clutch my ass, pulling me deeper. “Fuck me, Jax.”

My groans mingle with her sighs as our bodies come together, perfect, easy and right.

I surge into her, our connection so intimate, joining not just our bodies but our hearts.

Something even more than that. Our souls?

Something touches me inside, a searing, exquisite sensation, an overwhelming desire to protect and take care of her, to be with her forever. My eyes sting and my throat closes up.

I frame her face with my hands, my gaze holding hers. I see a reflection of my own devotion, my own longing, my own hope in her eyes, and it draws me in, so deep, like I’m falling over a cliff. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

She stares back at me steadily, meaningfully. “Me either.”

Christ. I know she’s been in love before. But those words mean so much to me. Emotion swells inside me and I’m overflowing with everything good and right and dazzling. “I love you, Molly. I love you.”

Her hands stroke over my back and I feel the tenderness in her touch, hear her pleasure in her muffled whimpers, feel her love in the brush of her breath against my mouth. “I love you, too, Jax.”

Her body tightens beneath me and around me as she climaxes, squeezing me inside and out. She cries out and I watch her face, humbled by her beauty, by the ecstasy I see there because of me, awed and gratified by her trust and her belief in me and her love.

Pressure builds at the base of my spine and in my balls, building to my own exquisite peak of pleasure.

Her hands grip my hips as I drive into her one…

more…time…and explode. Lights flash as my lids squeeze shut against the intensity of my orgasm, and when I pour myself into her in long, hard, almost painful pulses, I’m joined to her like I’ve never been with anyone.

We settle beneath the soft warmth of her duvet, curled into each other.

I press my cheek against the top of her head and smile.

I loved her arms around me, stroking my back, down over the curve of my ass, dragging her fingers up the crevice there.

Jesus, I’m going to be hard again in two minutes if she keeps that up.

“I tried to get over you,” she says quietly as we snuggle together. “But I couldn’t.” She strokes up my back. “My friends told me I should go out with other guys, try to move on. It didn’t work.”

“I was so fucking pissed seeing you with that guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “Again, time wasted because I was afraid to say what I needed to.”

“I didn’t say anything either,” she points out. “I mean, I told you I missed you.”

“I thought you meant as a friend.”

“No. But I wanted you to think that. I didn’t think we could be together because of Steve.”

“Okay, how fucked up was that that we told each other how we really feel about each other while he was standing right there? And after that, I think he was actually less inclined to clock me.”

“I know!” She shifts against me. “That was so…weird. But…good.”

“I talked to him.”

She draws back and stares at me. “What?”

“After the autograph session. We talked again. I don’t think he’s totally happy, but he didn’t punch me in the face, so there’s that.”

She chuckles.

“I think it’ll be okay. He knows he fucked up.” I pause. “He told me not to do the same.”

She nods slowly.

“I won’t, Molly. I promise you.”

Her lips tip up into a trembling smile and she touches her fingertips to my cheek. “Remember what you said, the night of the wedding? I mean, the non-wedding?”

“Uh…no.”

“You said sometimes not getting what you want can be a good thing.”

“Fuck, I am so smart.”

“I know.” She laughs lightly and presses a kiss to my chest. “You were right. Things worked out so much better. For all of us.”

I slide a hand into her hair and press her face to me.

“Yeah. Things did.” I roll her to her back and rise up over her to peer down into her eyes.

“I promise I will never cheat on you, Molly. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I need to talk.

If I’m ever feeling…I don’t even know, fuck, I can’t imagine wanting anyone but you, I love you…

but if I’m not happy, I promise I will talk to you about it instead of doing something stupid. ”

She nods, her eyes wide and glowing with love. “Thank you.”

“And if I don’t, you have my permission to smack me across the back of my head with a hockey stick.”

She smiles.

“Telling my dad I thought he cheated on Mom was hard. But it was worth it, to find out the truth. And to have a relationship with my dad, to be able to respect him again.”

Her eyes go glossy, her smile tremulous.

“Telling my mom I’m in love with you after I denied it to everyone was hard. But it was worth it too.” I kiss her. “ So damn worth it. Telling you …was surprisingly not hard.” I smile wryly. “I hope I know now that even if it’s hard to talk about something, it’s worth it.”

Her throat works as she smiles and gives a tiny nod. “Thank you.” She touches my face.

“My whole family is crazy about you.” I nuzzle her ear. “Everyone’s been asking me about you.”

“Really? That’s so sweet.”

“You’re sweet.” I nibble her ear lobe and she shivers. “And I want to taste you. Everywhere.”

I proceed to do so.