Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ali turned on the lights as she walked through her hallway to the kitchen.
She heard JT taking off her boots and hanging her coat on the hook.
It was good she was behind Ali because Ali was pissed.
Not at JT—she was anything but angry with JT.
It might have been helpful for her to be angry with her instead of feeling whatever was going on inside her.
Ali pulled a couple glasses out of the cabinet, a bit embarrassed they were regular cups and not wineglasses. “Sorry, I’ll unpack the wineglasses soon.”
JT stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe looking so hot Ali almost dropped her cup. “It doesn’t matter.”
Ali stepped closer. “Wine snobs would disagree.”
“Are you one of them?” JT’s mouth quirked up at one corner.
Ali shook her head, her eyes burning a hole in JT’s lips.
“No. I’m sure a lot of people care about the shape of the glass, but sometimes I’m just thirsty.
” She was laying it on a bit thick, but JT didn’t seem to be noticing her flirting, or if she was, she was either not interested or holding back.
And judging by the way she was tracking Ali’s every move, she didn’t think she was uninterested.
The way JT leaned against the doorframe was killing Ali.
Her shoulder resting on the molding, her arms crossed in front of her with her shirtsleeves rolled up, showing off her forearms. She was the perfect image of a romance novel cover model, adorable and rugged.
Ali stepped closer, giving JT a chance to stop her but making her intentions clear.
“Ali,” JT said in a low voice. “Again, you wanted us to be friends.”
Ali shrugged. “I still want to be friends. But I also want to kiss you until I’m drunk on you.”
JT shifted. “Ali.”
Ali grew frustrated with JT’s restraint. “If I were some woman in a bar, would you kiss me?”
“You know I would.”
“Then why are you holding back?”
JT dropped her hands to her sides. “Because you’re not some random woman in a bar who has a thing for hockey players, or whatever.
You’re Ali. I’ve known you my whole life.
I had a painfully awkward crush on you for years.
You’re not just anybody. Which means I can’t fuck this up.
You’re too important and I’m way too good at making messes. ”
Ali wrapped her hands around fistfuls of JT’s shirt. She gave a gentle tug. “Look around. Do I look like someone afraid of a little mess?” JT smiled and a laugh escaped from her lips. “JT, I know I said we should stay just friends, but I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
JT looked down and gently placed her hands on Ali’s hips. “Are you sure? I’m only visiting and your brother…”
“Oh my god, I do not give a flying fuck what my little brother thinks,” Ali said with a cackle. “Do you?”
JT shrugged. “He’s my best friend. I really like you but…I can’t imagine not having him in my life.”
Ali was confused. “Do you think that my brother is going to stop being your friend because you fucked his sister?”
JT’s eyes widened. “You didn’t say anything about more than kissing.”
Ali pressed her body against JT’s and bringing her mouth as close to JT’s face as she could without touching. “I didn’t realize I had to spell it out.”
JT’s lips curled into the sexiest smile Ali had ever seen. “Maybe I need you to be very specific about what you want from me.”
Ali surged up on her tiptoes, capturing JT’s lips.
She tugged at JT’s shirt, drawing her closer as she kissed JT as hard as she could.
“I want to get you naked so I can touch every inch of you. And I want you to fuck me until I beg for mercy.” She lowered herself back to flat feet. “Is that clear enough for you?”
Without hesitating, JT lifted Ali up, wrapping her legs around her waist and carrying her to the counter.
She put Ali down without taking her hands off her.
She kissed Ali, hard at first, like she was desperate for her.
But then she slowed down. Frantic kisses turned softer but no less insistent.
She brought her hands to Ali’s face, cradling her cheeks in her hands and using her fingers to keep Ali’s blond hair out of her way.
“Is this okay?” JT asked, her breath hot on Ali’s ear.
Ali breathed. “Yes.”
JT ran her tongue across Ali’s lips, tracing them, tasting them before replacing her tongue with her lips.
Ali sighed, her mouth falling open and her tongue finding JT’s.
It didn’t take long before these sweet kisses became more heated again.
JT’s hands found Ali’s thighs and squeezed and JT leaned her hips forward pulling them closer together.
Ali’s fingers were in JT’s hair, her palm on her undercut and her fingers threaded through her hair. She was thankful JT didn’t have her hair up in a ponytail because her hair felt so good, so different from Kyle’s.
Ugh she didn’t want to think about Kyle.
She didn’t want to compare them. But if she were comparing, JT would win, hands down.
Ali moved her hand to JT’s chest, cupping one of her breasts and letting her thumb trace JT’s hardened nipple.
Even through her shirt and flannel, Ali could feel it, hard and sensitive.
JT sucked a breath through her teeth when Ali ran her thumb back and forth across it.
“Ali,” JT growled. The rumble of her voice shot straight to Ali’s core.
She was already so wet but hearing JT so turned on was unbearable.
She felt powerful and she fucking loved it.
This woman who she had known her whole life and who was now an international hockey star with a gold medal and possibly the kindest heart she’d ever known, was in her kitchen with her hands all over her and Ali was loving every second of it.
She took her other hand out of JT’s hair and grabbed her ass.
Holy hell. JT arched into her and Ali let her head fall back against the cabinet.
JT looked down at her, her pupils dark, her breath ragged.
She leaned forward and nipped at Ali’s swollen bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and tugging.
It didn’t hurt but made Ali want that mouth on her skin.
As if reading her mind, JT pressed kisses across her neck and pulled her sweater to the side to allow access to Ali’s collar bones. She ran her tongue along the length of her clavicle. Ali squeezed her legs together, or tried to, but squeezing them around JT only made her want more.
“JT, hold on.” Ali ripped off her sweater and shirt and threw them across the kitchen. This was a mess she was happy to make.
JT leaned down farther, tugged Ali’s bra to the side and devoured Ali’s nipple, her tongue flicking over it, her lips sucking until Ali thought she might black out.
She pushed JT’s flannel off her shoulders and made a noise she hoped JT would understand as Take off your shirt.
JT laughed, her mouth vibrating against Ali’s skin, before stripping her shirt off and leaving her in a sports bra and jeans.
“You can’t be real,” Ali said, her fingers gripping JT’s abs. “Your body is like a freaking superhero.”
JT laughed and brought her mouth to Ali’s belly, placing kisses ever closer to the top of her jeans. “Nothing super, I promise.” She ran her tongue over Ali’s hip bones. “I want to taste you. Can I do that?”
Ali laughed. “You can do anything you want to me. Just make me come.”
JT unzipped Ali’s pants, slowly tugging them off her ass before she knelt on the floor and pulled them off completely. “You okay up there?”
Ali nodded, suddenly feeling a little chilly and exposed.
JT handed her the flannel she’d recently removed.
She waited for Ali to slide it on, leaving it open across her chest while JT ran her tongue the length of Ali’s leg from ankle to thigh.
Ali shuddered. It felt so good, but she was squirming with impatience.
JT smiled up at her. “I want to make you feel so good.”
“You do, but I’m fucking dying. Please. Touch me or I’m going to explode.”
JT slid her fingers into Ali’s underpants and moaned. “Fuck, you’re wet.” She waited a moment, looking up at Ali from where she knelt between her legs. “Tell me what you like.”
Ali rested her head on the cabinet behind her and let out a sigh. She stared at the ceiling, not sure how to explain what she was feeling or what she wanted. Her body screamed for JT but her head was having a little freakout over such a simple question.
“I don’t know.” She said it quietly, not looking at JT. She swallowed and forced herself to look down. “Kyle wasn’t very good at getting me off.”
JT stood up and wrapped Ali in a hug. She placed gentle kisses on her cheek and whispered in her ear.
“I’m sorry. That’s super shitty. I swear to god I’m going to make you come if it takes all week.
” She leaned back and searched Ali’s face.
“All you have to do is tell me when I’m doing something that you like, okay? ”
Ali smiled, her heart pounding. JT hadn’t laughed at her. She hadn’t made her feel bad or embarrassed. Something about her gentle confidence made Ali melt even more. “You’d do that for me?”
JT nodded. “I’m very coachable.”
“Well, then. Show me what you got, Coxie.”