Page 12 of Snowed In With the PUCK

“You alright?” I ask, my voice husky.

Jessica blinks up at me, her eyes bright. “Yes… I’m fine. Just clumsy.” Her voice is breathy, and it does something to me.

I should let her go. I should put her down and step back. But I don’t. Instead, I keep her in my arms for a moment longer, my hands resting on her waist, and before I can stop myself, I lean in. I give her space to meet me partway. And she does.

The kiss is different this time. It’s not hesitant or accidental. It’s deliberate. Slow. Her lips are soft, warm, and when she kisses me back, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

I feel her hands instantly push up my shirt in a bold move that makes my crotch come alive, my length starting to press against my pants. Her fingers trail along my skin and then down into the waistband of my pants.

The feel of her lips parting for me to let my tongue in removes the last of my resolve. We may just be roommates and stuck together here in this borrowed house, but I’m getting the message loud and clear: she’s just as into me as I am into her.

I wonder if she’s imagined this very moment as many times as I have since the kiss. I wonder if she’s been fighting her own attraction and realizing it’s pointless to try to fight it. Her lips on mine feel familiar. The curves I explored briefly only once in the kitchen suddenly feel like they’re mine to explore all the way. Her hips are pressed against me, her nipples hard and excited.

I break the kiss to pull my shirt off, watching as she runs a hand down my naked torso.

“I want you,” I say, impatient to be with her.

“Take me,” she replies.

Her hand drops down to give my cock a squeeze over my pants and then she strips naked, slow and sultry, seeing how aroused I am for her. She turns around and bends over, gathering her clothes, making me swear in need at the sight of her wet folds peeking at me.

“Stay there like that,” I murmur in a husky voice. I find my wallet and pull out a condom, slipping it on. I take my cock in my hand and stroke it over the sheath. I’m so horny for her. “So damn hot, Jessica.”

She smirks at me over her shoulder, reaching her arms out to brace against the back of the couch, knowing what we are about to do. “That’s ‘sunshine’ to you, remember?”

She spreads her legs just so, and I reach out my fingers to caress her ass and then down to her beautiful pink folds. She inhales sharply.

“Oh my God, yes.” Her moans make me lose my restraint.

I grasp her hips and line myself up, pushing in slowly, swearing at how good she feels wrapped around me. I must take too long, enjoying the slow entrance into her, because she backs up, swallowing me with herself all the way.

She cries out at the sensation. “Spank me, Gator. I think I was just very naughty.”

Then she pulls away and backs up into me. We find our rhythm like that; her putting just as much effort into our pleasure as I am. I grasp her breast with one hand and with the other, I take her own hand and place it on her clit. I want her to feel every bit of bliss possible.

She whines and tells me how good it feels. Over and over, we work together in sync until I start to see stars—I’m close. I can’t hold it in any longer.

“I want you to come in me,” she says.

Thanks to the condom, I can do just that.

I feel her shudder in her own release, and her head is thrown back as she cries out. My hands on her hips hold her steady as we both find the peak of pleasure together.

This isn’t how I expected things to go when I moved into this house. It’s better. And I can’t seem to stop wanting more.

Maybe it’s time to figure out what the hell is going on between us.

Chapter six

Jessica

Ican’t believe whatjust happened.

I’m still standing in the living room, breathless, my skin tingling in the aftermath of what we just did.

Sex with Eric was not something I thought would be more than a fantasy I used when touching myself. Immediately, I feel like this was a mistake. A handsome, sexy, but reckless mistake. Sure, he’s handsome and hot. But we both work for the Avalanche. This is all wrong. I wonder what he is feeling or thinking as he steps back from me, and I release my grip on the couch.

My lips feel swollen, my pulse is still racing, and Eric… Eric is a tall presence that radiates sex appeal just a few feet away, the same guy who, minutes ago, had me holding onto the back of the couch for dear life while he made my body come alive.

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