“Wow,” he says. “This is not something I thought we would be talking about before I tried to get you naked.”

“I don’t know about naked,” I joke with him, “but you were for sure going to reach second base.”

He puts his hand to his chest. “Can we use hockey terms?” he asks.

“I don’t even know what second base means in baseball. I just said it for, you know, the meaning.”

“How about I’m skating into the zone,” he says, and I sit up now, laughing.

“Okay, you were going to be skating in the zone,” I say, “but before the zone, I wanted you to know.” I take a deep inhale. “Here goes nothing,” I say and peel the shirt over my head, and just like that, I’m topless in the middle of his bed. He doesn’t say anything to me. He just stares at me, and I suddenly want to take it back. I grab the shirt at the same time as I cover myself, but he pulls the shirt from my hand.

“I’m so skating in the zone,” he says, and he falls forward on me, and just like that, the awkward moment is gone, and in its place is the need that was there before. His mouth crashes on mine while my legs circle his waist, and he holds himself up from crushing me with one arm as he cups my breast. “Jesus,” he hisses when I feel his hardness under me and move my hips.

“Nope,” I say breathlessly, waiting for his mouth on any part of me. “Just Caroline.” I try to joke with him, but he goes one up, and his mouth sucks in one of my nipples, and I close my eyes and put my head back.

He nips the nipple before sucking it in his mouth again. I’m lost to his touch, lost to his mouth and his tongue. I’m reduced to panting, my hands are all over his chest, and it’s just not enough. He rotates from one breast to the other and then comes back up to kiss me, his tongue hot and needy. My hands go to the side of his head as we get lost in the deep, wet kiss, then they roam from his chest to his back to his ass. I press him deeper into me, and his cock is right on top of my clit.

The clothes between us are almost like a shield, and I move my hips once. He must wait for the second time because the minute I move again, he pinches my nipple, sending me into another orbit. “God,” I say, and I swear I might orgasm, and he’s only touched my tits.