to the wall next to her apartment door.
When he put everything down, she said, “I had a lot of fun today.”
“I did too.” He tried to read her mood. “You know, I got you breakfast and lunch. Why don’t we go for a hat trick, and you let me take you to dinner too? We could go to your favorite hole in the wall.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t you eat dinner?”
She laughed. “Of course I eat dinner, I just don’t... I think you’re moving too fast.”
Taking off her hat and placing it on the duffel, he shook his head. “That’s not moving fast. This is moving fast.”
Before she could respond, he slid a hand around the back of her neck and bent his head to kiss her. At the beach he’d taken it nice and slow, mostly because she’d just woken up. Now, he took up where they’d left off. No preamble. No coaxing. When she opened her mouth under his, he slid his tongue inside. He also used his body to crowd her against the door while sliding a hand over her hip and down her thigh and back up again to settle at her waist. She moaned and gave him back as much as she got. She grabbed his ass and he got hard thinking about the possibility of having sex with her tonight. He gave himself a thirty-percent chance. Not the greatest odds, but better than zero.
He broke the kiss to nuzzle her ear and she gave a ragged gasp. Mental note: Erin’s ears are sensitive. He wondered what other spots on her body were sensitive. He hoped her breasts were. He was a breast man through and through. It didn’t matter what size or shape they were, if they had big nipples or small, whether they were pointy, pouty or proud. He basically hadn’t met a breast he didn’t like.
He used his teeth on her earlobe and she grabbed the sides of his shirt and arched against him.
That was more like it.
* * *
Erin had made out on the beach before. What California girl hadn’t? She usually didn’t like it. Too windy. Too sticky. Too clammy. And afterward, sand in places that sand was never meant to be. But somehow, she had forgotten all about that with Tim. The moment she’d realized he was kissing her, desire flowed like liquid fire through her body to smolder between her legs. He’d been so incredibly, literally hot. She’d wanted to bundle herself right up against his big, warm body or better yet, let him cover her up completely. But that was a dangerous position to be in, especially with him. She’d never felt so turned on so fast. What was that line from Bridesmaids? She wanted to climb him like a tree, especially when she felt a sizable branch against her stomach.
But God, that would be so skanky. The last thing she wanted was to be labeled as a hockey groupie, and if she slept with him one day after standing in line for his autograph, that’s exactly what she’d be.
However, to give Tim the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was a truly nice guy and this was just a regular date to him. They’d go on more dates and get to know each other, etc., etc., etc. If so, then fantastic, but the only way to find out was to not sleep with him right away, even if every cell in her body wanted to strip naked and rub against him until the angels sang. Even if her imagination had already had a field day picturing him naked. Even if she had every right to use him for her personal pleasure and kick him to the curb afterward because, damn it, this was the twenty-first century!
No. She didn’t sleep with men just to scratch an itch. She didn’t think less of anyone who did. Women had as much of a right to recreational sex as men did, but over time, she’d discovered it wasn’t for her. She’d tried it and hadn’t liked it. She’d hated the morning-after awkwardness and uncertainty, and no matter how much she told herself it was just sex, no big deal and she didn’t have to love the guy, it didn’t really ring true. She’d since come to terms with the fact that if she was going to have
When he put everything down, she said, “I had a lot of fun today.”
“I did too.” He tried to read her mood. “You know, I got you breakfast and lunch. Why don’t we go for a hat trick, and you let me take you to dinner too? We could go to your favorite hole in the wall.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t you eat dinner?”
She laughed. “Of course I eat dinner, I just don’t... I think you’re moving too fast.”
Taking off her hat and placing it on the duffel, he shook his head. “That’s not moving fast. This is moving fast.”
Before she could respond, he slid a hand around the back of her neck and bent his head to kiss her. At the beach he’d taken it nice and slow, mostly because she’d just woken up. Now, he took up where they’d left off. No preamble. No coaxing. When she opened her mouth under his, he slid his tongue inside. He also used his body to crowd her against the door while sliding a hand over her hip and down her thigh and back up again to settle at her waist. She moaned and gave him back as much as she got. She grabbed his ass and he got hard thinking about the possibility of having sex with her tonight. He gave himself a thirty-percent chance. Not the greatest odds, but better than zero.
He broke the kiss to nuzzle her ear and she gave a ragged gasp. Mental note: Erin’s ears are sensitive. He wondered what other spots on her body were sensitive. He hoped her breasts were. He was a breast man through and through. It didn’t matter what size or shape they were, if they had big nipples or small, whether they were pointy, pouty or proud. He basically hadn’t met a breast he didn’t like.
He used his teeth on her earlobe and she grabbed the sides of his shirt and arched against him.
That was more like it.
* * *
Erin had made out on the beach before. What California girl hadn’t? She usually didn’t like it. Too windy. Too sticky. Too clammy. And afterward, sand in places that sand was never meant to be. But somehow, she had forgotten all about that with Tim. The moment she’d realized he was kissing her, desire flowed like liquid fire through her body to smolder between her legs. He’d been so incredibly, literally hot. She’d wanted to bundle herself right up against his big, warm body or better yet, let him cover her up completely. But that was a dangerous position to be in, especially with him. She’d never felt so turned on so fast. What was that line from Bridesmaids? She wanted to climb him like a tree, especially when she felt a sizable branch against her stomach.
But God, that would be so skanky. The last thing she wanted was to be labeled as a hockey groupie, and if she slept with him one day after standing in line for his autograph, that’s exactly what she’d be.
However, to give Tim the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was a truly nice guy and this was just a regular date to him. They’d go on more dates and get to know each other, etc., etc., etc. If so, then fantastic, but the only way to find out was to not sleep with him right away, even if every cell in her body wanted to strip naked and rub against him until the angels sang. Even if her imagination had already had a field day picturing him naked. Even if she had every right to use him for her personal pleasure and kick him to the curb afterward because, damn it, this was the twenty-first century!
No. She didn’t sleep with men just to scratch an itch. She didn’t think less of anyone who did. Women had as much of a right to recreational sex as men did, but over time, she’d discovered it wasn’t for her. She’d tried it and hadn’t liked it. She’d hated the morning-after awkwardness and uncertainty, and no matter how much she told herself it was just sex, no big deal and she didn’t have to love the guy, it didn’t really ring true. She’d since come to terms with the fact that if she was going to have
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