One adventure after another. Awkward, ridiculous, and beautiful all at once.

He closes his eyes, but then opens them again a moment later. Then he pushes himself into a sitting position against the headboard, like some kind of sexy phoenix rising from the ashes of the bedclothes.

One chance. One night.”“One night,” she says slowly. “For…” She doesn’t even finish the sentence. Sixteen-year-old Skye never said the word sex, and couldn’t refer to it without blushing. It appears that twenty eight-year-old Skye is the same.“Fireworks,” I whisper, trying not to scare her. “With me.

I guess time flies when you’re playing hockey every day and getting laid every night.

Wes growls when I come in his mouth, but he doesn’t stop sucking until I’m limp and mindless. As the aftershocks of the orgasm continue to flutter through my sated body, I vaguely register that he’s beside me now. Kissing my neck. Stroking my abs. Nuzzling my beard with his cheek. “Fucking love this beard,” he whispers. “Fucking love you,” I whisper back.

He doesn’t need skill - he just needs to be here. Him. Here. With me.

Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now.

Two seconds later, he’s there. And I’m stretching out on him like a blanket, and jamming my tongue into his mouth. Jamie moans, but I’m too wrapped up in the taste of him to worry about it. I have my fingers in his hair, and his hot, hard body under mine and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. - Wes

Concern washes over Jess’s brown eyes. Followed by the heat of accusation as she spins toward Blake again. “You didn’t tell me he had a headache!”“I didn’t know!”“What kind of nurse are you?”“The kind who plays hockey!

It’s us. And it’s perfect.