Page 40 of Playing for Keeps (Seattle Hawks Ice Hockey #4)
Jade
I’m not sure what time it was when we finally crashed.
I was too scared to even look at the clock, but I know it was probably ridiculous-o’clock.
But waking up and feeling his warm body wrapped around me now is the best start to my morning that I’ve ever had.
Jay did everything so damned right last night.
And he wasn’t done at taking me to heaven with his head between my legs, then making love to me like his life depended on it.
After a short recess and a snuggle under the comforter, he was ready to go again.
I mean, I didn’t know that was even a thing.
I thought a guy kinda needed more time to revive things up again. Not Jay Jefferson, apparently.
The second time, he flipped me over and I straddled him, holding onto the headboard. When I sunk down on him and he filled me once more, our intimate connection lit the fire in my burner all over again. I couldn’t get enough of him.
As I rode him into the mattress, he held my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples in a tantalizing caress.
Our hips moved in tandem, our rhythm a little more rigorous than the first time.
But because I was warmed up, everything fit perfectly, and I knew I had nothing to fear.
He fills me so good and proper, like he’s made for me in every way.
I smile thinking about it, even though my eyelids feel like they’re prized shut when I try to move them. That’s my first telltale sign I haven’t had near enough sleep.
When I finally blink them open, I know it’s still really early because sunrise hasn’t quite emerged yet. I can see through the window just under the rafters that the moon is still up. Its iridescent glow is a beautiful contrast to the dark shadows.
Jay’s warmth breath caresses my shoulder as he sleeps and I lay there like a stalker watching the rise and fall of his chest. The way his shaggy hair brushes against the side of my face when I move slightly to get a better angle on him, makes me feel like I’m home.
His naked body, strong and warm, pretzeled around mine is like nothing else I’ve ever felt.
A warm tingling feeling pools over me starting in my chest, echoing from somewhere deep within me, and sweeping over my body from head to foot.
I’m in total awe of him and of what we did, and how it feels being with him.
I never knew it could be like this. But the buzzing, tingling vibration of energy tells me it’s right and that I’ve never felt this way before.
It’s more than magnetic, way more than just fucking, and we both know it.
He said it himself, there was no going back from here once we started. And there’s no way I would want to go back.
My fingers can’t help themselves, they’re aching to touch his soft skin before I can even stop them.
Tracing over where that cute dimple always appears in his cheek when he smiles.
The warmth that radiates off this man and the safety I feel with him is palpable, and almost like I can physically touch it.
I love you . I whisper. The words tumbling out of me like I’ve been keeping a secret for an eternity. Maybe it’s true and I have been keeping it buried within. My confession isn’t loud enough for him to hear, even if he was awake, but I feel it resonate right into my soul.
Maybe I’ve always known, or had a gut feeling at least, but never wanted to admit it because I didn’t know this could ever happen, or if he feels the same.
I didn’t know he’d be interested in me or see me as anything but Tanner’s little sister.
But now here we are and what a beautiful mess it is.
A mess I don’t want to get out of. Ever.
And that’s saying a lot coming from where I was just a few weeks back. The feelings for Jay were there, but I was very much still hurting from my breakup and feeling unworthy because of Aaron’s actions, even though I know it wasn’t my fault.
“You okay, Baby?”
I’m jolted back into my body for a second, not realizing I was daydreaming until I hear Jay’s voice.
As I glance down, I see his eyes aren’t open, but his hand slowly moves up and down my arm in a warm, soothing gesture.
My heart kicks in my chest that maybe he heard me after all? I mean — did I say I love you louder than I thought I did? Shit. Shit. Shit.
The words might be true, but I’ve no idea if that’s going to scare Jay away. He might’ve said some things already to dispel any insecurities going on in my head, but old habits are hard to break sometimes. And I’m sure we’re not supposed to be at I love you’s yet.
I don’t want him to run away, and there’s still an inch of fear about him being so high profile.
Fear of not being enough or him wanting something more, something better.
There’s so many women out there that would want to be with Jay, and he’s probably had more of them than I’ve had hot dinners. That unnerves me quite a bit.
It’s then he cracks an eye open and I realize I haven’t answered.
“Jade?” his sexy voice is deep and low, mixed with sleep and exhaustion.
And he ought to be after we hammered it home last night.
The throb inside and outside of me is a dull, sweet sting of our sexy time last night.
Constantly reminding me whenever I move an inch of where Jay has been and where I want him again.
“I’m ok,” I whisper back. “Go back to sleep, JJ.”
His warm hand coasts over me, dropping to my hip, the slight touch of his fingertips over my skin is enough to spark a deep thrum of electricity all over me.
“Sleep?” he mutters, like it’s a dirty word and a bad idea. “You think I wanna sleep when I have your hot little body next to mine?”
Before I can answer, I feel something grow and bloom between us, a hard, thick line pressing into my belly. I giggle and take a peek under the comforter. “Does Mister Midnight ever stay down?”
“Jesus.” Jay runs a hand over his face, chuckling. “At least my dick has moved up from JJ Junior.” He rolls his eyes to the heavens. “And no, he doesn’t stay down around you for long.”
“Oh, it’s definitely up,” I laugh, walking my fingers down his ripped chest, which is carved like stone and feels as hard as his cock under my touch.
“This body was built for all kinds of sin,” I go on, my fingertips descend to trace the gateway to his god of thunder as I pause at his ribs. “And I’m glad I excite him.”
“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts his arm as I slide closer, my hand dusting over his warm skin and over his chiseled abs, feeling the plains of his muscles along the way.
I love every second of exploring his abs, and now I want to explore something else with my mouth.
My fingers circle over that sexy smattering of hair below his belly button to my goal, trailing over his throbbing head.
He hisses as my hand grabs a hold of his sizable, impressive length that seems to grow in my grasp, not wanting to waste any time.
He rips the comforter down to our hips and flicks his eyes down to where my hand is connected to him, making the sexiest groan in his throat all the while.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I rub my thumb over his damp crown, feeling that sexy slit that I’m soon to taste, along with the drop of pre-cum. My fingers curl around that healthy girth I love so much, feeling the ridges and plains of its entirety as I tug it towards me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, not even knowing what has come over me in the gall stakes, but my desire for him is taking over everything.
I feel giddy letting him know what I want.
The hum of my lust filled haze lulls a soft tune all over my body, a vibration that’s coming from my core and roping in anything it touches.
I’m all in for wanting to feel his sweet surrender in the back of my throat.
“Baby,” he moans, the throb of his length that I’m holding tells me everything I need to know, and only encourages me to take the lead and let my mouth have my way with him.
Nudging him over onto his back, he falls on the pillow and looks up at me, still looking dreamy and half asleep, a cute, sexy smile dusting over his lips.
“I want you so fucking much. You’re such a good girl. ”
I tuck my lip behind my teeth as I smile, wondering what he tastes like, and excited that I’m about to find out.
I straddle over his body and shimmy myself down, kissing his body in soft, sensuous waves as his hands run through my hair, my hard nipples dragging over his chest and stomach as I slide down.
My hand never stops working him over, gripping that sexy monster, my mind temporarily forgetting the dynamics of how this is going to work.
How far am I going to be able to take him in without choking?
My forehead presses into his lower belly, and Mr. Midnight himself nudges me on the chin. I giggle and squeeze him that bit tighter. “Eager,” I say, taking my first swipe. My tongue finds its own way to his swollen, leaking tip, just begging to be sucked.
He jerks forward in a lurch as I lick, hissing all the while, his body suddenly rigid from my touch. “So fucking eager,” he groans as I wrap my lips around him like it’s a present, sucking that bulging tip into the warmth of my mouth and letting it expand as I push down. “J, that feels so—fuck!”
I smile around my mouthful, fuck seems to be his word du jour when we’re like this. And it sounds so sexy on him. My body hums even more that I turn him on like this, that he wants this just as much as I do. He’s enjoying everything I’m doing to him.
I move my hand up and down his girth in the same beat as my mouth, my tongue feeling the underside of him. His salty juices are my new favorite elixir that I know I’m not going to be able to get enough of.
My eyes flick up to his and he’s watching me with intense, hooded eyes, his mouth parted, his jaw slackened.
“Fuck, that’s it, Babe. You’re taking me so well.”