"Yeah," I breathed before he stole my lips again.
And again, and again. He savored me, devoured me, and teased me higher with just his mouth. He distracted me from how far I had to walk, but the moment we were in that room, he let go to close the door, bathing us in nearly complete darkness.
"Whoa," he said around a chuckle. "Where's the light switch?"
"Uh, by the bed, I think." And I tried to head that way.
Once, I kicked the edge of the bed, but at least it let me know where I was. It was soft enough not to hurt. Patting around, I finally found the night table, then the light a moment later.Turning it on, I looked back to find Jake watching me with the kind of hungry expression that couldn't be faked.
"Before we do this," he said, letting his eyes run down my body, "tell me what happens tomorrow?"
"Uh..."
"At the arena," he clarified. "Just friends? Flirty like we always are? Should I keep my distance? What's the plan here, Cody?"
"Flirty," I decided.
He nodded, and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I can do that." And he yanked it open.
His chest was completely hairless and so fucking ripped. The skin was golden, not pale like most men stuck in a shirt all day. And as he threw that on the floor, I realized there was a single dark trail of hair from his belly button down into his jeans that was at least two shades darker than the color on his head.
"Oh, keep going," I told him.
He grinned, then used one foot to pull off the opposite boot. "Only if you give me a show as good as you're getting, cowgirl."
"Is that a dare?" I asked with mock-surprise.
"Mhm," he agreed.
So I opened the top button of my shirt and pulled both it and my pink tank over my head. All that left was my bra. Sadly, it wasn't a sexy one. This was the sort that kept my boobs from getting thrown around on a bull. Jake still looked, and he didn't seem to have a problem with it at all.
"Boots," he reminded me.
While working on getting those off, I tipped my head at him. "Belt."
He popped the buckle open, but didn't slide the thing out of his jeans. He did, however, open the top button of those slowly. But when my second boot hit the ground, he stopped playing around and moved in.
"Fuck, you drive me crazy in the best way," he growled as his hands found my waist. He lifted and dropped me onto the bed.
I grabbed his bicep, carrying him down with me and pulling his mouth to mine. We kissed like there wasn't enough time to get it all in, like any second this would have to end, and I loved the rush of it. When he lifted up to undo my belt and jeans, I helped. When he pulled them off, I lifted my ass, not caring that he'd taken my panties too. And when he pushed at his own jeans, I arched my back to get my bra off, pulling that over my head.
"Wow," he breathed.
Then his mouth was on my breast. My fingers were in his hair. I pressed into the teasing of his tongue and lips. He writhed to get his jeans off. In the middle of that, we both fumbled to get our socks as well, and then it was just us, skin to skin, and no reason not to do this.
So one more time, I pushed, rolling him over me and onto his back. Those dimples appeared again, but he stopped me before I could straddle him.
"Cody, if you want me down here, then you need to check the front pocket of my jeans."
"For?"
"Condom," he said, gesturing subtly in that direction with one finger.
Yeah. Good idea. I'd forgotten about that, but he hadn't. Oddly, that made me like this guy even more.
I found the packet easily, then tossed it over. Jake scooted up toward the pillows as he ripped open one of the foil packets, but I was already crawling that way. This time, when I tried to straddle him, he didn't stop me, but I was over his thighs, because his hands were busy rolling the latex onto his dick.
His very nice, thick, and incredibly hard dick.
