Page 42 of Slapshot Summer
Lexiwokeuptosun shining through the curtains and Josh’s heavy arm draped across her stomach.Her core pulsed with an exquisite rawness, put there by the sexy man beside her who had used her well for most of the night.She’d gotten in plenty of her own licks—figuratively and literally—until Josh and she had finally collapsed, utterly spent, their bodies entwined.
She glanced at the digital clock that glowed 10:14 a.m.before turning her attention back to Josh.He lay on his stomach facing her, the lines of his rugged face soft in sleep and his hair a tousled mess.Rough, dark stubble dotted his strong jaw.She looked down at his muscled arm, fine golden hairs dusting smooth, warm skin crisscrossed with corded veins.The man was a specimen, all chiseled planes and hard angles, distinct even in their relaxed state.She took a moment to run her gaze over him, appreciating every line of his very fine body, before shifting to the chaos that had once been a well-made bed.
A sliver of sheet covered half his butt and the space between her upper thighs and belly button.Her breasts were fully exposed, her nipples ultra-sensitive from Josh’s attentive mouth, and for once in her life, she didn’t feel the need to cover them.That fact left her feeling deliciously wicked, and she realized shelovedthat feeling of wantonness, of wild sexual abandon.He’dgiven her that.And to think she’d been attracted to Neil!What was the old saying about judging books by their covers?Josh, aka Mr.Smartass, not Neil with his white-toothed smile, turned out to be the perfect hookup for this vacation.
Hookuptasted wrong on her tongue, though.
An errant vision popped into her head where they lay like this many, many years from now, in a bed of their own.
She shook off the ridiculous thought.It simply wasn’t possible to fall in love with someone after only two days.This was lust, plain and simple, but oh, how fortunate she was to have found the perfect companion to unearth needs deep inside her she never knew existed.He satisfied them all.Completely.Being with him made her feel feminine, beautiful, powerful—like a whole woman, cherished by the man beside her, who saw her for the being she truly was.
He stirred, and his hand immediately moved to her breast.His rough palm caressed her.“Morning, baby.How’s my girl?”His voice was thick and muzzy with sleep, and it struck a tender chord in her heart.
My girl.Oh, she loved hearing him say that.It had a nice possessive ring to it that resonated, which was absurd because, again, she barely knew him.And yet sheknewhim extremely well—knew what hit his “go” button, knew how to pull the filthiest talk from him, knew how to satisfy his own formidable cravings.All of this she knewfar better than she’d ever known Conrad after three years.
She pushed hair from Josh’s forehead and traced his hairline with her fingertip.“Tired, sore, but in a good way.”
His eyes were closed, and one side of his mouth curled into a satisfied smile.“Yeah, I’m a little tired and sore myself.Not complaining, though.Totally worth every minute with you.”He squeezed her breast, and his thumb began toying with her nipple as if on autopilot.She reveled in the intimacy.
She feathered the backs of her fingers over his sandpaper jaw.“What should we do today?”
“Besides what we’ve been doing?”
“Yes,” she laughed.“Besidesthat.”
“Well, let’s not leavethatout of the plan.”She didn’t intend to.Strong arms hauled her to him, her back to his front.He wrapped his warm body around hers, crossing his arms over hers in a protective hold.“Mmm, you feel good.Why don’t I take you out for breakfast?There’s a place called the Conch Shell Café I heard someone talking about.It’s supposed to be good.We can figure out the rest of the day while we eat.Maybe rent some bikes and go sightseeing?”
“What, besides the beach, is there to see?”
“There’s supposed to be a museum and some shops to poke around in.”
“I like that idea.”Spending time with him doinganything sounded like the perfect way to while away the day.
“How about a shower first?Yours is big enough for two.I’ll soap yours if you soap mine.”She could hear the heat in his timbre.
“Already?We just woke up,” she laughed.
He thrust his very hard shaft against her ass.“And you’re already making me crazy.”
A knock on the door with a call of “housekeeping” had her scrambling from the bed.“Um, I’m not quite ready yet.Can you come back in …”
“Two hours,” Josh called helpfully.
“Yes, sir.”The voice retreated.
Lexi glanced back at Josh, now propped on an elbow, sans sheet, a lusty grin on his face.He patted the bed beside him.“Come here.”
She began a slow walk back to the bed, a smirk etched on her face.“I thought we were going to breakfast.”
He shrugged.“You just gave me two hours.It’s looking like lunch instead.”
She dove onto the bed without a single word of argument.
Aftertheyfinallyleftthe room, they strolled down the beach and ducked into the Conch Shell Café, where a waitress whose name tag read “Helen” jotted down their orders.
Josh picked up Lexi’s hand, and held it between his, stroking it lightly with his thumb.He gave her a piercing stare that made her tummy flutter.It wasn’t lust reflecting in his gray orbs, though.It was something far more intimate, if that were possible, delving layers deeper than the mere physical connection they shared.She returned the look, imagining they were the only diners in the café.The only tourists in town.The only people on the planet.The unblinking stare should have been squirm-worthy, but it wasn’t.Sitting across from him and delving into his eyes while he caressed her hand was the most natural sensation in the world.
The bubble they shared popped when Helen returned to fill their coffee cups.They exchanged a secret laugh that had the woman’s lips twitching with a smile.Their bliss was rubbing off on other folks.
