Christ, she was hot.
He hardened against her and she shifted and murmured
drowsily.
He rolled her to her back and kissed her, softly at first,
then hotter, harder, as she began to respond, fingers digging into his
shoulders. Their tongues licked, mouths kissed and sucked and slid.
“Baby, you are so hot,” he whispered, his mouth sliding over
her cheek and jaw. “So fucking hot.”
“Mmmmm.” She tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck
and he tasted her with his tongue, so sweet, sucked her flesh gently into his
mouth, then licked again. She shivered in his arms. “So are you.”
“Hot for
you
.”
She smiled then, opening her eyes. “Oh please.”
“What?” He frowned at her.
“You can do better than that.”
She was teasing him, the little witch, eyes sparkling, mouth
curved appealingly. He shook his head. “Okay.” He nuzzled between her breasts. “Your
breasts are perfection. I love your nipples, how little and sharp they are, how
sensitive…” He nipped at one with his lips and she gasped. “How pretty.”
“Oh.” Her eyes drifted closed and he sucked on the other
nipple.
“You make my balls feel like they’re going to explode. My
cock is so hard I could take a slap shot with it.”
She giggled. “I can’t quite picture that. You’re big, but
not that big.”
He laughed too, then rolled to his back, taking her with
him, and laid a small smack onto her pretty ass.
Her head jerked up. “Hey!”
“You deserve a spanking,” he said, giving her another tap on
the butt. “For making fun of me. I was trying to be sincere.”
She moaned. Whoa. Kinda sounded as if she liked those little
love taps.
Her body stretched out over his felt so good, soft and warm
and silky, and she rolled her hips against him. She was turned-on. His dick
surged. This was gonna be fun.
He lifted her easily by her hips, holding her above him
until she was positioned over his cock, which sought out her pussy like a
divining rod, quivering and throbbing. Then he lowered her onto him, slowly,
again cautious of how big he was and how small she was and how this position
would make her take him even deeper.
Eyes closed, she moaned and whimpered as he filled her. Hot,
wet velvet closed around him, so goddamn sweet he almost couldn’t bear it, the
look on her face pure ecstasy, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts and
squeeze. Ah, hell.
He shoved into her, fucking her sweet pussy in a frenzy of
lust, but then he stopped, gasping for breath. He needed to make sure she was
coming. Had to.
He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb,
fingers tangled in the tiny puff of curls there.
“Yes,” she whispered, still caressing her breasts. So hot. “Yes,
right there.”
He fought back his own rising orgasm, ready to detonate if
she moved even the tiniest…bit…god.
Remi was close. So close. Everything inside her pulled up
and tightened and twisted in near painful ecstasy.
She heard bells ringing.
She rode Jason, sliding her hands into her hair, her breasts
rising, Jason’s fingers working magic on her clit. So close.
The ringing sang in her ears again. “Jesus,” Jason said. “Is
that your doorbell?”
“No. Don’t be silly.”
She shifted forward, frowning, trying to pick up that
feeling again.
A loud pounding reverberated through the house.
“It
is
the door,” Jason gasped, hands on her waist.
Remi paused, breathing hard.
“No. It’s my heart. Feel it.” She took his hand and pressed
it to her left breast and he made a noise deep in his throat.
The hammering sounded again, this time accompanied by
shouting voices.
Remi paused again. Dammit! Now it was gone, the elusive
orgasm. Although, it was her third of the night.
What was going on?
“There’s someone at your door!”
“There can’t be.” She squinted at the clock beside the bed. “It’s
three a.m. Who would…?” She clapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh dear god!”
“What?” Jason’s brows snapped together. He was still hard
inside her.
Remi’s mind scrambled. She rolled off Jason and off the bed,
eyes darting around the room for something to put on. She scooped up Jason’s
shirt from the floor. It was so big she couldn’t find the armholes and she
started toward the door as she fought her way into it.
“Remi, who is it?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Jason
getting out of bed too, and the sight of his body, all bronze skin and
incredible muscles, slowed her feet and distracted her for a couple of heartbeats.
He grabbed for his pants and started jumping into them as he crossed the room.
Remi hurried down the hall to the front door, which vibrated
under intense, rapid percussion again. She heard a feminine voice calling, “Remi!
Are you in there? Remi!”
She peeked out the window and saw—oh god—Delise standing
there with two uniformed police officers. Blue and red lights flashed from a
car parked at the curb in front of her house. Remi thunked her forehead against
the door, hand on the deadbolt, and drew in a long breath. This could not be
happening. Could. Not.
She twisted the lock and opened the door just as Jason
arrived behind her, chest bare, pants undone, hair standing on end.
The police and Delise burst into the small foyer.
Chapter Four
“Remi! Oh, thank god, you’re okay!” Delise turned to Jason
and her mouth parted and she blinked. “Uh….”
“Delise, I’m fine.”
Remi turned to the police officer, her cheeks scorching. “I’m
so sorry, Officers, everything is fine.”
“Uh huh.”
Remi stacked one bare foot on top of the other, glad Jason’s
shirt covered her to her knees, and wrapped her arms around herself. “Delise!
Was this really necessary?”
Delise snapped her mouth shut and swiveled her gaze to Remi.
“I told you I would call you! Where’s your cell phone?”
Remi swallowed and rolled her lips in. “Um…in my purse. In
the living room.”
Delise pursed her lips and planted her hands on her hips. “Remi,
I can’t believe you! I said I’d call and you’d better answer and…”
“I know, I know, but I forgot all about that and we
were…um…kind of busy.” She tried to ignore the smirks on the faces of the
policemen. “But I’m okay, truly.”
“I guess we can go, then,” one officer said.
“I am so sorry,” Delise said to them. “But I really
thought…she’d left with a stranger and we’d arranged…well…thank you.”
“Hey,” said the other officer, looking at Jason. “Aren’t you…”
“No,” Jason said firmly, turning away. Remi shot a glance at
him as the officers shrugged and left. As she closed the door, she saw with
relief they’d turned off the flashing lights. What would the neighbors think?
Lord!
She turned back to Delise and Jason, both eyeing each other
and giving each other tight smiles.
“I’ll go home now,” Delise said. “I’m sorry to interrupt
you, but dammit, Remi…”
“I know. I know.” She held up a hand. “I take
responsibility. You did say that and I just forgot. I never thought you’d
actually call the police, though!”
“I’ve been phoning you for the last two hours! I started
calling an hour after you left and…well, that was fast work is all I can say.”
Jason grinned.
Remi’s insides shook and burned. “I’m sorry, Delise.”
She hugged her friend, then watched her out the window as
she got into her car and drove away. She again turned back to face Jason. “I am
so sorry,” she whispered, putting her hands to her mouth.
“Yeah. Well. Maybe I’d better go.”
She wanted to protest, but clamped her mouth shut and
followed him back to the bedroom where the rest of his clothes were. She pulled
out her thick, white terry robe and replaced Jason’s shirt with it. Reluctantly
she handed the shirt over to him. Silky soft, it smelled delicious, like him,
warm male and spicy shower gel.
When he’d finished dressing, having stuffed his tie into his
suit pocket, he paused. “I’ll need to call a taxi.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
He pulled out a cell phone and punched in a number—taxi on
speed dial?—then she led him to the front door where his coat hung.
This wasn’t ending the way she would have liked.
Dammit.
“I’m sorry,” she began again, but he stopped her with a
finger on her lips.
“Stop apologizing,” he said softly and he took her into his
arms and pulled her up against him. She went up on her toes and it still wasn’t
enough, so he lifted her right off the floor and kissed her. “It’s okay.”
Another kiss. “Can I have your number, at least? I’ll call you.”
Sure he would.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, loving the feel of him
holding her like that. “Apparently I’m not really meant to have fun.”
“Oh come on. Everyone is meant to have fun. This is funny. I’ve
never had the cops break in on me while…uh…”
Her cheeks heated again and she wriggled down. She wrote her
cell number on a notepad, ripped the page off and handed it to him. The lights
of a taxi pulling up outside swept over them.
He grinned and stuck the paper in his pocket, cupped her
chin in his fingers and brushed one more kiss over her mouth. “Night, Remi. I
had fun tonight.”
“Me too.” She watched him leave through the small window of
the door, her heart constricting inside her chest. “Oh, me too. So much fun.”
* * * * *
“What do you mean they’re not coming?” Remi stared at the
principal, a chill sliding over her. “There are two hundred and fifty kids in
the auditorium waiting for them.”
Jennifer grimaced. “Jemar Fast was charged with drunk
driving on the weekend. Not a good role model for the kids.”
Remi’s brows pulled down and she rubbed between her eyes. “Great.
Just great.” She’d worked so hard to get the kickoff rally for the Stars for
Reading program to be held at their school this year, with three members of the
Chicago Bulls participating.
“It’s not over,” Jennifer said. “They found someone else.
Three Wolves.”
“Wolves.”
“The hockey team.”
“Oh. Of course. Okay. Better than nothing, I guess.” She
took in a breath. “I better go make sure they’re not destroying the gym.”
Two hundred and fifty middle school students in the
auditorium near the end of the day probably had a bit of energy to burn.
Especially her grade six students Justin and Ryan. Their ADHD made them a
handful at times.
“When our hockey players show up, I’ll bring them right down,”
Jennifer promised her.
“Thanks.”
Remi hurried down the school hall, past empty classrooms and
into the gym. The kids were actually being pretty good, sitting on the
bleachers and filling the room with a dull roar punctuated with the occasional
scream of high-pitched laughter.
“Change in plans,” she said to her fellow teacher Paula
Vaughan. “We have hockey players coming instead of basketball players.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Okay, everyone, listening!” She paused and waited for the
noise to subside, holding a hand in the air. “We’re running a bit late, so
please be patient. Jemar Fast isn’t going to be with us after all.” Big groans
of disappointment greeted that statement. “But someone else is coming in his
place.”
“Who is it, Ms. Buchanan?”
“Yeah, who is it?”
Dammit, she didn’t even know who it was. “Three players from
the Chicago Wolves are coming today.”
Cheers echoed in the gym. Huh. Guess the kids knew hockey.
“They should be here shortly to get us started. Has everyone
got their book picked out that they want to read first?”
Another burst of cheering erupted and she grinned. She loved
it when kids were into books and reading. Some of her students were already
avid readers, but others, like Justin and Ryan, struggled with it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jennifer entering the
auditorium with a group of men. Relieved, she prepared to turn the microphone
over to the principal to introduce their new “stars” and get things started. If
they didn’t get going soon, the kids would be beyond control.
Remi went to stand with some other teachers at the side of
the gym and watched Jennifer lead the three men to the front where the sound
system was set up. Big guys, all three of them… Remi’s eyes widened and she
straightened. She blinked and focused on the back of one of the men. It looked
like…no. She shook her head. Then he turned.
Jason.
Her face went hot, her body got chilled and she fell back
against the concrete block gym wall.
He said something to Jennifer and they both laughed. His
gorgeous smile flashed. Today he was dressed casually in jeans and a Wolves
T-shirt that hugged his broad chest and shoulders. The other two men with
him…yes, she was sure they’d been with him that night at Rouge…also wore the
same T-shirts.
Hockey players.
Well, didn’t he just look like a hockey player? Big and
tough, with a crooked nose. Except he had beautiful, perfect white teeth—didn’t
most hockey players lose their teeth by getting hit with a puck or something?
She licked her lips.
Jennifer spoke into the microphone to get the kids’
attention and get the rally underway, but Remi barely heard a word she said
until she introduced “Jason Heller!” and the kids all screamed and clapped.
Dear god, he was famous.
And she hadn’t even known who he was.
No wonder he dated a model. She leaned her head back against
the wall and covered her eyes with one hand. She’d slept with him. Her. Remi
Buchanan, grade six teacher at Abraham Lincoln Middle School. A wave of heat
swept over her at the memory of his touch, his mouth on hers, his body inside
hers.
Her one wild attempt at being fun and spontaneous and sexy
had ended with the police at her door. She chewed on her lower lip. That could
have been very bad for Jason. Oh god.