Page 33 of Slapshot Summer
Herb:Good news.Call me.
Oh hell.Yesterday, that message would have had Josh jumping for joy.So why did a frisson of dread run through him now?Real life was trying to claw him back to a place he wasn’t ready to go yet.
Chapter 12
I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours
AgrinspreadoverLexi’s face as she eyed the disheveled bed.The smell of sex and hotel linens hung thick in the air, and she pulled it in.Maid service had already come for the day, so she straightened and tucked in the rumpled sheets, erasing most traces of Josh’s and her earlier acrobatics.
Her grin grew wider as her mind meandered back to their combustive encounters.No man had ever madehersatisfaction his first priority.She’d never been on the receiving end of so much erotic pleasure in her life.A few hours in Josh’s arms, and doors that had been locked up tight inside her had suddenly been flung open, and she reveled in it.Tingled with it.Craved it.Who knew a man’s mouth and fingers could do the things Josh’s had done, that the talent they possessed could awaken Wanton Woman and bring her racing from the cave where she’d lain hidden for way too long?
And the act itself?Holy mother of … Lexi was reduced to language like Josh had shamelessly used during their coupling—filthy words that had fired up her blood with blazing heat and unbridled passion.Shelovedhis filthy mouth and the kisses it delivered—wild, demanding, hungry things that even now made her damp.
But the best part?The emotional connection.He hadwantedto be joined with her.In fact, he’d barely been able to hold back.That knowledge filled her with a foreign, powerful feeling of feminine satisfaction.
The way his body had moved inside her, the way he had eagerly delivered what she’d asked for, and the wondrous way he’d looked at her as he’d driven her to climax over and over left every part of her body glowing with awareness.He was a wild beast crossed with a tender lover, all for her.Or was he like that with every woman he bedded?He’d said he’d never felt this way before, and Lexi wanted to take him at his word.She so wanted to believe she was special.And maybe she was.
Her phone rang with a familiar tone, and she dove for it.“Anna?”
“Whoa!Someone’s out of breath.Tell me it’s not from jogging in place.”Lexi trilled a laugh that gave her away.“Lexi,” Anna singsonged, “did you get your hoohah tickled?”
“Anna, stop!”
“You did, didn’t you?Finally!Tell me all.”
Lexi walked to the slider and looked out at the cobalt-and-turquoise waters beyond.“I don’t have time to tell you all because room service should be here any minute.”
“Room service for you and the man tickling your—”
“His name is Josh,” Lexi blurted, “and yes, he’s having … lunch with me.In my suite.”
“Before or after sex?”
“Both?”Lexi giggled.“He wants to spend the rest of the week together.”She wasn’t ready to reveal that he wanted to spend that time in bed.Her bestie didn’t need to knoweverything.Besides, Anna would probably guess the details anyway.
“And this guy actually wants todoyou instead of you doing all the … doing?”
“Yes, and he’s pretty darn good at thedoingtoo.Along with other … things.”Lexi let out an errant sigh, then proceeded to list the bullet points of one Josh Wylder, leaving out any reference to his mad skills between the sheets.
“He’s a goalie?Wait.”Anna tapped in the background.“Holy shit, Lex.This man is smokinghot.”
“Are you looking him up?”Lexi squeaked.
“Absolutely.Haven’t you?”
Lexi felt her blush from her toes to her scalp.“Well, yes …” Ofcourseshe had.
“Hmm.Goalies areveryflexible.They can contort in all kinds of interesting ways.”
“How do you know this?”Lexi laughed.
Anna ignored her.“And yours is generous in bed too.I’m happy for you, girlfriend.You deserve it.Pro athletes get around, though.Are you using protection?”
Some of Lexi’s happy bubbles burst.“Of course we are,” she scoffed.Although we might need more.
“Good girl.I’m so proud of you, Lex.You made an excellent choice for your vacation fling.”
Aggravation—or was it embarrassment?—stirred in Lexi’s gut.“Anna, you make it sound like I was selecting a bottle of wine.”This is a man—arealman.
