Page 88 of The Draft

“Covey Crusher bedding? Are you a superfan?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her face to hide the pink in her cheeks. “My brother bought them for me as a joke.” She playfully pushed me, but she couldn’t move me. “Should have changed my sheets. I didn’t realize you’d be more interested in inspecting them than having me lying underneath you. Guess I’ll just have to do something a little more drastic.”

This time, when she pushed me off, I moved back so she could sit up and pull her sweatshirt off.

Her shirt was loose, but I could see her pert nipples through the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to suck on her perfect tits again. I was concentrating so hard on her breasts that it took me a few seconds to notice the emblem stretched across it.

North Central Hockey.

My brows crossed. Was that my shirt? Sure enough, a small number thirty was printed in the center.

Fuck.

She was wearing one of my high school shirts, and I growled in appreciation, remembering all those times I thought about her like that over the years. How, I wished it was me she was cheering for in the stands.

“Where’d you get this?”

I asked as I gently pushed her back onto the bed and rolled the fabric up. I didn’t want to take it off her because there were more things I wanted to do with her in it, but that didn’t mean I wanted to miss what was underneath.

She hummed lightly. “I may have swiped it from your room as a souvenir that night.”

I raised my brows in surprise. “Why would you do that? If you wanted a shirt, all you had to do was ask.”

“I guess I thought you were going to tell me it was one night.”

I was barely taking in her words, too enamored with the view before me. As suspected, Madison wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Without thinking, I bent down and swiped her nipple with my tongue, smiling when she gasped and arched her back into my touch.

“You mean.”Swipe.“To tell me.”Swipe.“That you’ve been wearing thisshirt all day, when you weren’t even sure you’d see me?”

Her hands threaded through my hair, giving me no other option but to keep toying with her breasts. Her fingers pressed into my scalp as her body followed my moves. “What can I say? It smelled like you, so I thought I’d wear it.”

Letting out a low grumble of approval, I dropped my hips, so they connected with hers, and kissed her languidly. When things started to get too hot, I sat back on my haunches and pulled her jeans off, only to find out that she was wearing a tiny, purple G-string.

“You seriously didn’t think you’d see me?”

She shook her head with a smile on her face. I bit down on my bottom lip, taking her in. With her legs wide, and her chest heaving, she was better than I could ever imagine.

I dropped down, kissing her on the lips as I let my hand brush against the side of her body until I got to her hip, then I toyed with the string there, ready to go under.

“Na-uh,” she teased and pushed me down until my back was on the bed. Throwing a leg over mine, she straddled me, and a wry smile grew on her lips when she could feel my erection.

I gave her a look of warning. She didn’t heed it. She just smirked and worked her hips faster. With my shirt now draped over her beautiful body, and her center rubbing against my erection, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Madison, let’s stop.”

She wasn’t listening to me, but that wasn’t new for her. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to take it.

Gripping her hips, I stopped them from moving, forcing her attention back to me. Disappointed, she glanced down at me with flushed cheeks and red lips. Her eyes were dark, filled with a lust she couldn’t disguise. It was the sexiest I’d ever seen her. I pulled her down, kissing her, hoping that would satiate her appetite, but the longer we kissed, the more frantic her hands became and the more malleable I felt. Fuck it. Would coming in my pants really be that bad?

She was moving her hips again, so instead of stopping her, I clasped one of my hands on the back of her neck and held her in place, kissing her with all I had.

Madison whimpered into my mouth, and I felt her body shiver from the touch.

Damn. This was better than the first night, and I put it down to the fact that our relationship had grown since then. We’d been able to touch and talk in ways that made it feel less awkward and more real.

Her hands moved from my chest, and she dipped them lower until she was at the hem of my shirt. She drew her lips away from mine but stayed close enough that our noses were still touching.

“Can I?” she asked as her fingers tickled the edges of my shirt, only venturing under once I nodded.