I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to. And I don’t.
I grab the back of my T-shirt and pull it up and off over my head. Her eyes flare slightly as she takes in my bare chest, the hair scattered over it the same salt-and-pepper mix as the hair on my head.
Her gaze stops for a second on the bicep tattoo I got with my teammates when we won the championship, with our logo and the year. Again, on my scars—one above my abs and the other on my collarbone—both from hockey sticks.
She tugs on the waistband of my sweats, easing me closer. I grin at her and cup her ass, squeezing it. Her eyes flutter closed and she moans softly.
Her blouse has a V-neck and no buttons. I start pulling it up and she puts her arms in the air, allowing me to take it off.
Her skin is perfect; her large breasts are cradled in the cups of a white satin bra. I bend to kiss her neck and she wraps her arms around my back.
“I think about you all the time, too,” I murmur against her soft, warm skin.
“Noel.”
I love the way she says my name, like it’s the answer to every question she has.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I put my knee between her thighs, parting them as my knee meets the bed. She lets me lay her back on the mattress, and then I take a few seconds to just look at her.
I want to remember every detail. Her honey-colored hair fanned beneath her head and shoulders. The lust in her eyes as she gazes up at me. The sultry, low moan she lets out when I bend to kiss the bare curve of her breast.
Fuck sleep. She’s what I need. My ex and I would rut like animals—it was always quick and perfunctory. But this somehow feels more intimate.
Jules reaches up to cup my crotch through my sweatpants, and she gasps with satisfaction at the same time I groan.
“You’re big,” she says softly.
And so fucking hard. But I can’t tear her clothes off and fuck her. I want to, but not without knowing she’s completely sure. Even though I’m not her boss, the price could be very high for both of us, and it’s not a choice we should make lightly.
My lips meet hers again, and she lets out a purr of contentment. She sinks both hands into my ass, pushing my body into hers. My erection grinds against her and she gasps, arching her hips.
“Pants stay on,” I murmur in her ear.
“Worried I’ll take advantage of you?”
I hum with amusement. “Yeah, that’s it.”
She rocks her hips up again. “God, that feels good.”
“When’s the last time you were with someone?”
“Mm ... almost two years.”
I kiss her jawline, surprised by that. “You? You could have anyone you wanted.”
“So could you. When was the last time for you?”
“More than two years. Less than three.”
She threads her fingers into my hair, moaning again and spreading her legs wider. “Don’t stop doing that, baby.”
My chest expands when she calls me that. No woman has ever called me by a pet name, and I’ve never called a woman by one. But Jules is different. I’ve known that since I met her.
The way she’s breathing faster and rocking her hips in an increasingly fast rhythm, I know she’s going to come from this. I’ve never dry fucked a woman, but it’s sexy as fuck seeing Jules so turned on. She’s not shy; she’s taking what she wants and I love it.
“Jesus fuck, Jules,” I grit out. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
“Oh god.” She buries her fingertips in my ass cheeks, squeezing. “Please, Noel.”
