Bring on the spicy.
“Ooo, that’s hot.” I read a few more paragraphs. “Holy hell.” The grumpy hockey player has the heroine on her hands on the mattress and he’s propping her hips up so her knees no longer touch the bed as he drives into her like an army tank. “How is she able to withstand that kind of brute force without collapsing to the bed?” It’s like he’s fucking her in the downward dog position.
I’m pretty sure Kaz has no idea he bought me a smut-tastic read.
Hmmm…
I drop the paperback on the bed, fling the covers off, and stand on the mattress. I wouldn’t call myself a yoga girlie, but I’ve done a few classes, so I assume the downward dog position.
I rock my body back and forth as if a hot, sexy, grumpy hockey player is punishing my pussy with his massive cock.
Damn.
I rock with more intensity.
Now I understand why the heroine was panting like she was out of breath and the hero was grunting like an animal.
With all that brute, masculine force emanating from his big, strong body, I bet Kaz is not only a beast on the ice, I’m sure he’s a beast between the sheets.
A knock at the door startles me.
With my head upside down, my eyes bounce to the door.
Yee.
I drop out of the incriminating position and attempt to get under the covers. In my panic, I fumble and my foot gets tangled in the sheet. I lose my balance and land on the floor with a loud thump.
“Ouch.” The area rug doesn’t do much to soften the blow.
“Harley?” The door flies open.
Oh, no.
Kaz can’t find me in this position. Not after what I was attempting to do.
I cradle my head between my arms to hide my embarrassment.
Rushed steps resonate against the floor until they stop in front of my head.
“What the hell happened?”
I lift my head and stare at two very long feet.
Even his feet are sexy.
He must get pedicures?—
“Harley?”
I lift my gaze and I’m met with worried blue eyes. “How did you manage to fall off the bed?”
Kill me now, God.
I swallow. “I… I…”I was trying to reproduce a raunchy sexual position in one of the hockey romance books you bought me. And wondering what kind of lover you are.“Maybe I had too much wine to drink at dinner.”
Kaz frowns, his eyebrows nearly touching. “You didn’t finish your second glass.”
Thanks for being so observant.
