Author: Jaci Burton

She laid her head on his chest and caressed him, letting him recover.

“You taste good,” she said.

He grinned. “So do you. And thanks. I enjoyed that.”

“So did I. I’ve wanted to do that for a while, but you’re always doing things for me.”

He rubbed her back, loving the way she arched against his hand, like she wanted more. “I like kissing you and touching you. I like knowing you get off on what I do for you.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “Everything you do to me gets me off. But you probably already noticed that.”

“You have a responsive body.”

“Not with everyone. But with you? Definitely yes.”

“There are others?”

She laughed. “No. I think you know that, too. And how about you, hotshot hockey player? With Liz as your agent? She’s got to be throwing women at you all the time.”

“She’s reformed after the mess with Mick. Said she’s staying out of her clients’ love lives forever.”

“I believe that. Not that you’d have any trouble attracting plenty of women on your own.”

Interesting that she wanted to know if he was seeing other women. And here he thought she didn’t care. Maybe he was wrong.

He ran his hands down her rib cage, then pulled her up on his lap to cup her breasts. “I’m too busy to chase women.”

“You’ve been doing a pretty decent job chasing me.”

“Ah, but you’re special.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“I like the way you look, the way you taste, the way you come apart under my hands and my mouth.” He grazed his thumbs over her nipples.

She sucked in a breath. “Oh, that feels good. Pinch them.”

He grasped her nipples between his thumb and middle fingers, giving them a light squeeze.

“I like that I can touch you like this and you tell me what you want.”

“God, yes, I like that. Do it harder.”

He liked that she could get into a little pain, that he didn’t have to treat her like a fragile flower. His cock felt like throbbing steel as he tightened his grip on her nipples. He pulled and tweaked them until she gasped.

Jenna grasped her breasts and tugged her bottom lip with her teeth. She rocked her pussy against his cock.

“Can you get yourself off that way?” he asked.

“Probably.”

“Do it. I want to watch.”

She surged forward, then back, sliding her wet pussy against his shaft. He caught teasing glimpses of her tiny piercing, felt it when she seesawed back and forth over his raging hard-on.

The muscles of her thighs worked as she pitched forward, then leaned back, using his cock to pleasure herself. And when she reached down to rub her clit, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He held on to her and leaned forward, grabbing the condom from his pants. He tore open the wrapper, and Jenna scooted back while he put it on in record time.

She lifted, then impaled herself on his cock, crying out when he was fully buried inside her.

His cock jerked as she surrounded him, squeezing him with tiny pulses.

“I’m so ready to come,” she said, panting heavily. She leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs. “Finish me off, then fuck me hard.”

He moistened his fingers with her juices and rubbed his fingers over her clit.

“Oh, right there.” She met his gaze full on as he pumped into her and massaged the hard bud. “Yes, that’s going to make me come, Ty.”

He felt the contractions of her orgasm grip him in a tight vise. She moaned, then rode him hard as she came, throwing herself forward, lifting and slamming down on his cock.

Watching her come was magic. She went on full force, going from one peak to the next. He thrust deep with all he had until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply as he climaxed with a hard groan. Jenna threaded her fingers into his hair and held on tight while he jettisoned his come with a shudder and a groan.

He licked her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, loving the vibration of her contented hum as they settled. He fell back against the sofa and she brushed his hair away from his forehead.

Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples swollen. The aftermath of sex with her was always fun. She wasn’t shy about her body or about sex, likely why he enjoyed being with her.

“I’m hungry again,” she said.

“There’s leftover pizza.”

She nodded. “I love cold pizza.”

He slapped her on the butt. “Me, too.”

She climbed off him. “Good. You’ll need the protein, because I’ll be ready for another round soon.”

“Insatiable, are you?”

She reached for her clothes and headed toward the bathroom. “You have no idea.”

THIRTEEN

JENNA DIDN’T NORMALLY CONSIDER HERSELF SEX-starved.

Oh, she loved sex, craved a good orgasm, but it was rare to find a guy who was her equal in bed.

She knew she was going to have a problem with Ty. Not only was he fun to be around, he was a sexual dynamo. He gave her everything she wanted, and then some. He wasn’t needy, wimpy, metrosexual, or submissive. Surprisingly, a lot of men were. She didn’t want to take charge in bed. She didn’t mind on occasion, but she wanted a man who knew what he was doing with his cock. Ty definitely knew what to do with it. She got hot flashes just thinking about what he did with his cock. And his hands. And his mouth. Damn.

He also didn’t fish for compliments about his sexual prowess—unsurprisingly, a lot of men did that, too. He seemed content to have sex with her and obviously enjoyed the hell out of it, just like she did. And not once did he ask her if it had been okay for her, or if he’d been good enough. He’d just assumed he’d rocked her world, which he had. She’d clearly given him evidence of that.

They made a good pair, and didn’t that just suck, because her intent was to wring as much pleasure as she could out of him, then when she got tired of the game, dump him.

That sounded awful, but hell, men did it all the time. Why couldn’t she?

Except he was sprawled on the floor in front of her sofa. They’d eaten pizza, had sex again, and now they were watching another movie. Ty seemed content to drink a soda and spend the night just hanging out with her. He’d made no demands other than on her body, which was sore in all the right places.

She’d had a great night, and she wasn’t done with him by a long shot.

The movie ended and he tilted his head back. “Did you like that one?”

She had. And so had he. He had a great laugh and even reached up to grab her hand during the emotional, weepy part when he’d heard her sniffling. And—bonus—he hadn’t made fun of her. There was a lot to be said for a man who supported a woman who cried at the sad parts of movies.

“It was a good romance.”

He swiveled to face her. “It was. They both made mistakes and they did stupid shit they needed to make up for, so there was a balance on both sides. Both of them were wrong.”

“That’s true. They each had to grow and learn about themselves before they ended up together at the end.”

He grinned. “Yeah. It was a good story. And I liked the fact that he brought her that puppy from the animal shelter.”

“Awww. A sucker for animals, are you?”

“Every time. But don’t give away my secret. It might ruin my macho killer image on the ice.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

“Good to know. Now tell me about your secret.”

She arched a brow. “What secret?”

He stood and held out his hand. Curious, she slid her hand in his and he hauled her to her feet and walked down the hall.

“I saw this the other day when you left me in your house.”

He stopped in front of the music room. She frowned, and then realized what he was referring to.

“Oh, the guitar?”

“Yeah. And the music. You write.”

She shrugged, determined to downplay the music thing. “Some.”

He leaned against the doorway. “Looks like a lot more than some. And you obviously play.”

“Again. Some.” She was surprised he’d even noticed.

“Do you sing, too?”

“A little.”

“Great. Play a song and sing for me.”

She shook her head. “Oh, no. I only do it for myself.”

“Why?”

“Because it relaxes me and it’s something I enjoy doing on my off time.”

“I mean, why do you only sing and play for yourself? Are you bad?”

She lifted her chin. “No, I’m not bad.”

“Then play for me.”

“I don’t think so.”

He took her hands in his. “I want to hear you, Jenna. Please play something for me.”

The sincerity in his voice, in his expression, pulled something inside her. She never played for other people. Not since Europe. And that had been a long time ago.

“I don’t know.”

“Just one song. You have all this music here. Let me hear one song.”

“Fine.” She sat on the floor and grabbed the guitar.

He grinned and came into the room, dropping onto the loveseat, looking as eager as if he’d just gotten front-row seats to see Nickelback or Beyoncé or someone famous.

“I hope you’re not expecting anything life changing here.”

“I’m not expecting anything, Jenna. I just want to hear you.”

She warmed up her fingers on the strings, then started to play. Just music at first, getting used to the idea of actually playing in front of someone again.

But as the song filled her head, she forgot Ty was there, and she did what came naturally to her—she sang, the words flowing out from her as she strummed the strings of the guitar.

It was one of the songs she’d written recently—about needing freedom, of feeling trapped and being chained. She worked into a bridge about her dreams, of all the places she’d go if she were free. It was a slow, melancholy song, but one filled with hope.

When she finished, she looked up, and Ty was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Wow, Jenna. You’re amazing.”

She felt the heat from her neck to her cheeks. “You think so?”

“Yeah. I mean, a lot more amazing than I thought you’d be.”

Her lips curved. “So, you expected me to suck.”

“I expected this was just something you dabbled in. I didn’t expect you to be so damn good. You have an incredible voice. And that song. You wrote it?”

She nodded.

“How long have you been writing music?”

She shrugged.

“Jenna.”

“A long time.”

He dragged his fingers through his hair and stood, then sat on the floor across from her. “I’m no expert in music, but that was good. Really good.”

“Thanks.”

“How long have you been playing?”

“Again. A long time.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s not really a big deal.”

He looked around at the sheet music piled up and scattered throughout the room. “It’s obviously a big deal to you. You write, you play. Tell me.”

She sucked in a breath. “I took a couple music courses in college before I dropped out. I really enjoyed them a lot.”

“And?” he asked after she paused.

“Nothing. I just liked the courses and missed the whole music thing after I was done with school. So I started writing songs.”

“Sing something else.”

She couldn’t help the little thrill that zinged through her. “Okay.”

This time she chose a song more upbeat, a popular song familiar to anyone who ever listened to the radio. It was one of her favorites, and it was in her range. She sang it all the time and it always made her feel good. When she finished, Tyler clapped and she laughed.