Until I hear the jiggle of a handle and the pop of a lock.
CHAPTER 6
JT
There’sa gorgeous naked woman on my lap, and all I can think about is how glad I am that my teammates dragged my sorry ass out tonight.
Well, okay. That’s not all I can think about. A sizable portion of my brain is fixated on the curve of Maggie’s waist, the swell of her hips, and the way her body’s gripping my cock every time she sinks back down on me.
Her hands are braced on my shoulders, her tits are brushing against my chest with every up and down motion, and this bathtub is suddenly the greatest place on Earth.
She grinds herself against my base, and the friction is in-fucking-credible. Needing more of it, I fill my palms with her ass and guide her through a series of quick, staccato thrusts before burying myself to the hilt.
Her blue eyes shutter closed as she lets out a sound that has my balls tightening.
That’s it.That right fucking there.Maggie’s gasps of pleasure tell me exactly what she needs. She wants me filling her up, taking her deep. But there’s no doubt she craves the drag of her clit against the root of my cock.
It’s my fucking privilege to give her exactly what she wants.
I keep my left hand on her waist and move my right hand to the juncture of her thighs. At first, I tease, ghosting my knuckles across the little landing strip of hair. One look at her pretty face, and I can tell I’m on the right track. She’s biting her lip, and her cheeks are flushed. She wants my thumb on her clit. She wants me to rub her just right as she fucks me good. She needs the sensation in both places. She needs the overstimulation so her mind can let go and her body can surrender.
That’s exactly what I’m going to give her.
Eventually.
First, I want to play a little.
My fingers trace her pussy in slow strokes. Too slow, I’m guessing, since she leans into my touch, eager for more.
I keep my pace but let my fingers get wet with her arousal before resuming the lazy pattern.
Maggie’s kissing me, and my brain wants to know why we can’t do this all the time—like All. The. Time.
Who needs sleep? Not me.
Food? Overrated.
Hockey? That’s a sport, right? I’m the…goalie?
Every brain cell I’ve got left is focused entirely on Maggie’s pleasure, and not just because it means her inner walls will choke me with the world’s most delicious vice grip.
This woman is beautiful when she laughs. Fucking stunning when she smiles. Cute as hell when she’s nervous. In the throes of ecstasy? I might not be able to stand it.
But I’m willing to try.
I’m so locked in on Maggie and her pleasure that I nearly miss the barely perceptible jiggle of a door handle.
What the hell?I locked the door.
My memory means nothing to the intruder, who pops the lock with ease. My brain goes into crisis mode, and I reach out and whip the shower curtain closed with about two seconds to spare.
Maggie goes still, her face frozen in fear. I can’t lie, I’m not looking forward to the moment this drunken frat boy peels back the shower curtain and discovers us. But panicking hasn’t helped me out of a tricky situation yet, so I push all the worry out of my mind and do my best to remain calm and still.
It’s a challenge, given the fact that I’m balls deep in a very naked, very beautiful woman right now.
I mouth the words, “Don’t move,” and Maggie freezes.
That’s a good thing, even if my dick is screaming at me right now. There’s much less chance of our intruder (hey, we were here first) noticing us if we stay put and keep silent.
