you I don’t have any protection with me.”
“Really? The grapevine would be so disappointed to hear you don’t walk around fully prepared to have sex at any given moment with no advanced planning.”
“In my defense, I went out tonight to play hockey with the guys. You’re not supposed to keep condoms in your wallet and they’d probably disintegrate in five minutes if closed up in a hockey bag, so...yeah.”
“I’ve got you covered.” She paused, and then laughed. “No pun intended.”
He groaned. “Really? That was pretty bad.”
“Maybe. Why don’t we move a few feet to the left, into the bedroom?”
“I kind of like the kitchen and the bedroom being all one like this,” he said when they reached the bed. “And you can see the TV from both.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and grinned up at him. “Yeah, so I can lie in bed and watch you make me a sandwich. Naked.”
He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. “That’s incredibly hot. You naked. Sandwiches. Maybe a hockey game on the TV, all at the same time. This is basically a perfect apartment.”
Once she’d had her fill of looking at his chest and abs, which were impressive, she reached into the nightstand drawer for a condom and set it on the edge of the bed. Then she caught his hand and tugged as she lay back, so he fell over her on the mattress. She was done looking and wanted to touch. “Sex with a hockey game in the background?”
“Hey, a crowd cheering’s good for a man’s ego.” He reached down for her sweatshirt and started working it up over her stomach. “You know, I’ve heard some women who work in male-dominated fields like to wear lacy lingerie under their clothes to remind them of their femininity.”
She laughed and slapped his hand away. “I don’t need to be reminded I’m a woman. And I’m not into climbing multiple flights of stairs in sixty-plus pounds of gear with a lace thong wedged up my ass, so if that’s what you’re hoping to find, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“You just smiling at me can make my whole fucking day.” He pushed her hair away from her face, his gaze suddenly serious and intense. “There is no chance anything about you will disappoint me.”
Emotion swelled in her chest and she lifted her head to kiss him so they would close their eyes and he wouldn’t see it on her face. His kiss was as fierce as the look he’d given her and she ran her hands over his back, his muscles rippling under her palms.
Then he pulled back and hauled her to her feet. “I need to feel you against me.”
She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. His hands cupped the white cotton bra, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra and let him slip it over her arms.
Scott made a low, growling sound of appreciation before unbuttoning his jeans. After kicking them off, he pulled off his socks and the white boxer briefs followed. Hooking the waistband of her underwear with her yoga pants, she pulled them off and then wrapped her hand around the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss.
Without taking his mouth off of hers, Scott picked her up and set her on the bed. Jamie ran her hands down his back and over his ass, scraping lightly with her fingernails. He cupped one breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, and she moaned against his lips.
But when she rocked her hips up against his, he drew back to grin at her. “Pushy, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Maybe just another minute,” he said, his voice rough as his palm skimmed over her stomach and between her legs.
She sucked in a breath as he pressed against her clit. His fingers stroked her slick flesh and she buried her hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop.
“God, you feel so good.”
“I want you inside me now.”
“You got somewhere to be?”
She growled, scraping her
“Really? The grapevine would be so disappointed to hear you don’t walk around fully prepared to have sex at any given moment with no advanced planning.”
“In my defense, I went out tonight to play hockey with the guys. You’re not supposed to keep condoms in your wallet and they’d probably disintegrate in five minutes if closed up in a hockey bag, so...yeah.”
“I’ve got you covered.” She paused, and then laughed. “No pun intended.”
He groaned. “Really? That was pretty bad.”
“Maybe. Why don’t we move a few feet to the left, into the bedroom?”
“I kind of like the kitchen and the bedroom being all one like this,” he said when they reached the bed. “And you can see the TV from both.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and grinned up at him. “Yeah, so I can lie in bed and watch you make me a sandwich. Naked.”
He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. “That’s incredibly hot. You naked. Sandwiches. Maybe a hockey game on the TV, all at the same time. This is basically a perfect apartment.”
Once she’d had her fill of looking at his chest and abs, which were impressive, she reached into the nightstand drawer for a condom and set it on the edge of the bed. Then she caught his hand and tugged as she lay back, so he fell over her on the mattress. She was done looking and wanted to touch. “Sex with a hockey game in the background?”
“Hey, a crowd cheering’s good for a man’s ego.” He reached down for her sweatshirt and started working it up over her stomach. “You know, I’ve heard some women who work in male-dominated fields like to wear lacy lingerie under their clothes to remind them of their femininity.”
She laughed and slapped his hand away. “I don’t need to be reminded I’m a woman. And I’m not into climbing multiple flights of stairs in sixty-plus pounds of gear with a lace thong wedged up my ass, so if that’s what you’re hoping to find, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“You just smiling at me can make my whole fucking day.” He pushed her hair away from her face, his gaze suddenly serious and intense. “There is no chance anything about you will disappoint me.”
Emotion swelled in her chest and she lifted her head to kiss him so they would close their eyes and he wouldn’t see it on her face. His kiss was as fierce as the look he’d given her and she ran her hands over his back, his muscles rippling under her palms.
Then he pulled back and hauled her to her feet. “I need to feel you against me.”
She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. His hands cupped the white cotton bra, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra and let him slip it over her arms.
Scott made a low, growling sound of appreciation before unbuttoning his jeans. After kicking them off, he pulled off his socks and the white boxer briefs followed. Hooking the waistband of her underwear with her yoga pants, she pulled them off and then wrapped her hand around the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss.
Without taking his mouth off of hers, Scott picked her up and set her on the bed. Jamie ran her hands down his back and over his ass, scraping lightly with her fingernails. He cupped one breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, and she moaned against his lips.
But when she rocked her hips up against his, he drew back to grin at her. “Pushy, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Maybe just another minute,” he said, his voice rough as his palm skimmed over her stomach and between her legs.
She sucked in a breath as he pressed against her clit. His fingers stroked her slick flesh and she buried her hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop.
“God, you feel so good.”
“I want you inside me now.”
“You got somewhere to be?”
She growled, scraping her
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