Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Wow,” he says. “This is not something I thought we would be talking about before I tried to get you naked.”
“I don’t know about naked,” I joke with him, “but you were for sure going to reach second base.”
He puts his hand to his chest. “Can we use hockey terms?” he asks.
“I don’t even know what second base means in baseball. I just said it for, you know, the meaning.”
“How about I’m skating into the zone,” he says, and I sit up now, laughing.
“Okay, you were going to be skating in the zone,” I say, “but before the zone, I wanted you to know.” I take a deep inhale. “Here goes nothing,” I say and peel the shirt over my head, and just like that, I’m topless in the middle of his bed. He doesn’t say anything to me. He just stares at me, and I suddenly want to take it back. I grab the shirt at the same time as I cover myself, but he pulls the shirt from my hand.
“I’m so skating in the zone,” he says, and he falls forward on me, and just like that, the awkward moment is gone, and in its place is the need that was there before. His mouth crashes on mine while my legs circle his waist, and he holds himself up from crushing me with one arm as he cups my breast. “Jesus,” he hisses when I feel his hardness under me and move my hips.
“Nope,” I say breathlessly, waiting for his mouth on any part of me. “Just Caroline.” I try to joke with him, but he goes one up, and his mouth sucks in one of my nipples, and I close my eyes and put my head back.
He nips the nipple before sucking it in his mouth again. I’m lost to his touch, lost to his mouth and his tongue. I’m reduced to panting, my hands are all over his chest, and it’s just not enough. He rotates from one breast to the other and then comes back up to kiss me, his tongue hot and needy. My hands go to the side of his head as we get lost in the deep, wet kiss, then they roam from his chest to his back to his ass. I press him deeper into me, and his cock is right on top of my clit.
The clothes between us are almost like a shield, and I move my hips once. He must wait for the second time because the minute I move again, he pinches my nipple, sending me into another orbit. “God,” I say, and I swear I might orgasm, and he’s only touched my tits.
“Justin,” he mumbles, and I want to have a sassy comeback, but with his hands literally all over me, I have nothing to say. My hand moves from his ass to his front, and I cup his covered cock. “Caroline.” He now says my name. I slowly open my eyes, but my eyelids feel like they are a thousand pounds. “We are slowly skating toward the goalie.”
“What?” I ask him.
“You are skating toward the goalie, and he’s leaving the net empty,” he hisses, and he doesn’t move as he watches me not understand. “I’m going to go off in your hand.”
“Oh,” I say, smiling that I put him to the point that one touch, and he will go off. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Trust me, I really want to score.” He kisses me. “But I want to do it when we have the whole night.”
“The whole night?” I repeat.
“The whole night,” he says. “Maybe even some of the next day, too.”
“That’s a long time,” I say. “Are you …?” I try to ask him. “Can you go that long?”
“I’ll just have to show you,” he says, and it’s like he threw down the challenge. “Better to show you.”
“I mean, there are things we can do before then …” I try to think, but my hand on his cock and his fingers playing with my nipple are not helping. “Before we …” His mouth covers mine. “Before we pull the goalie.”
“You are so hot when you talk hockey,” he says and makes his way down, kissing my ribs. His cock is gone from my hand as he trails kisses to my stomach, and then he looks at me as I watch him. My elbows hold me up as he kisses my stomach and sucks in a bit, then goes to the waistband of his shorts that he leant me. I don’t know how he is going to react to the fact I’m not wearing panties. He looks at me, and right before he’s about to go lower, we both hear Dylan scream out crying.
He’s off me in a blink of an eye and already out of the door. I grab his shirt and put it on, then run out into the hall, and my heart stops in my chest. He’s standing there in the middle of the hallway with my son in his arms as Dylan cries.