A Perfect Distraction(73)
“I think it’s time I found out the truth, don’t you, Bad Boy?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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THE HOCKEY PRESS might rave about Jake’s puck handling but, in Maggie’s opinion, his mouth was as talented as his hands.
The man could certainly kiss.
She could only imagine what his lovemaking would be like. Actually, that’s all she’d been imagining since he’d left on his road trip. Now she was moments from finding out.
Somehow, she suspected her imagination didn’t come close.
His mouth savored hers. His lips and tongue explored and tasted. Seduced and teased. Flames of passion flickered urgently in her veins. Wanton desire pooled deep within her.
She shifted restlessly, wanting more yet unable to whisper even the smallest demand. Her tongue danced against his in invitation, full of sultry promise.
He read her need perfectly.
One calloused fingertip traced a heated trail from her flushed cheek, behind her ear, down the sensitized skin of her neck to that spot where her pulse thrummed. Then it dipped lower, along her breastbone to the hollow beneath.
He backed her against the front door and pressed closer. His body heat surrounded her. His musky, masculine scent filled her nostrils. She wrapped one leg around his muscular thigh, aligning her aching core against his erection.
When his mouth left hers to follow the downward journey of his finger, a soft mewl escaped. She felt his lips curve against her throat as she arched to give him better access.
Sparks shot through her as he nibbled on the cords of her neck. Desire rippled through the pools of heat within when his tongue laved the bones of her shoulder. Delicious shivers danced along her spine as his warm breath caressed the shadowy vale between her breasts.
Her buttons melted away. The dress slipped open, draping and framing her body.
Jake’s fingers became busy once more, stroking the length of her back, exploring the ridges of her hips. Cupping the curve of her bottom.
Maggie thrust her fingers through his thick hair, savoring the silky feel before heading lower to grip his broad shoulders.
His cotton shirt was an unwelcome barrier. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, making her groan in frustration. Jake reached up, fisted the material and tugged. The rip echoed in the silent room, followed by the click-click-click of buttons showering onto the hardwood floor.
She smiled with satisfaction as the expanse of his chest lay bare, not wasting a second before embarking on a thorough exploration of the sleek skin.
Her heart tightened as she encountered the scarred ridges from the accident. Her lips honored every one. Maggie had barely finished before Jake began his own journey of discovery.
His tongue dipped beneath the lacy edge of her bra, tracing its shape across the upper curve of her breast, down into the valley between and up the other side.
Her dress slipped off her shoulders and down her body, the cool silk whispering over her heated skin like a caress. He dragged down one bra strap, then the other with his teeth. His tongue returned to taste the mounds, edging the lace lower with each pass until it rested on her hardened nipples. The soft, damp fabric rasped against the sensitized buds.
Then, that too had gone.
Maggie started when the hot cavern of his mouth surrounded one taut tip, then the other.
Jagged bolts of white heat speared through her system as he suckled. Wave upon wave of liquid need flooded her molten core as he nipped.
When his tongue flicked out at an aching peak, she gasped at the intense, exquisite sensation. Her grip tightened on his shoulders as he pushed her closer to the edge of sanity.
Not enough. She wanted to feel him buried deep within her.
As one, they sank slowly to the floor. Her thighs cradled him. Her breasts cushioned him. Every inch of her body welcomed him.
His mouth found hers once more. Their tongues danced. Urgency overcame her.
Her fingers tore at unwanted clothing. His palms kneaded her naked flesh.
Hot and hard, his erection strained against her.
Soft and damp, her mound rose to meet him.
Desperate, she rubbed against him. Unbearably delicious friction.
It wasn’t enough.
Once again, he understood what she needed.
His hand slipped between them, discovering the sensitive nub hidden in her moist folds. He knew how gently or how hard to stroke, when to tease and when to drive her passion.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his finger slid inside. And nearly drove her over the edge.
Now, Jake!
She barely noticed him pulling a condom from his wallet, though it seemed to take forever for him to rip the packet open with his teeth and put the bloody thing on.
With one swift thrust, he was inside her.
He groaned. She sighed.
They both stilled, their breathing harsh in the silent hallway.
He fit perfectly, as if he’d been made for her and she for him. For the first time, she understood what it meant to be truly joined with a man, as one in body and soul.