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“Yes.” I lifted my hips, trying to help him free me of the jeans. “I want you so much, Luke.”

My wrists dropped free of his hold as his other hand moved down to the jeans and he swept them off in a quick motion. I gripped the bedspread in my fists, willing myself to stop shaking as his lips traveled up my inner leg.

I couldn’t help it — my hockey dialect took over. “Fuck! Just your face on my thigh is about to make me fucking come.”

“I’ll slow down.”

His mouth moved to the other side of my leg, up to my hip, where he kissed me through the thin satin panties I wore.

“Luke,” I whimpered, my body screaming with arousal. “Please fuck me.”

“I will.” He kissed his way up my body to my neck and spoke against my ear. “But not yet.”

I writhed against his body, hoping to persuade him.

“Am I gonna have to hold you down again?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Mmm, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Hold me down and fuck me, Luke. I want you inside me. Make me sore.”

“Fuck, stop that,” he said in a low growl.

“We can make love later,” I said. “Now show me you aren’t all talk. Fuck me, Luke. Right now. The rougher you are, the harder I’ll come.”

His eyes darkened and he sprang to his knees on the bed, unbuttoning his pants.

“Careful what you wish for, baby,” he said, standing up to pull his pants and boxers off. My lips parted when I saw his cock – long, thick and hard. That was gonna hurt, but I had a feeling it would be the most blissful pain of my life.

He grabbed the sides of my panties and jerked them down, tossing them to the floor.

“Shit, condoms,” he muttered, reaching for a bag beside the bed and tearing open a box.

“I’m on the pill,” I said as he ripped a foil package open.

“Yeah, but … I’m clean, but are you sure?”

“We still need to use a condom, I just meant we have a backup. And I know you’re good, I ran a panel on you when you got here.”

He grinned down at me as he slid the condom on. “Already knew you wanted in my pants?”

“Fuck you, I do one on all the players.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you, all right.” He put a hand on each of my knees and spread my legs so wide my muscles burned.

He kissed his way up my thighs, and when he reached the top, I nearly launched off the mattress.

“Luke,” I said, pressing a hand to my face to conceal my embarrassment. “I don’t know if I can take it … No one’s ever …”

He drew in a sharp breath. “I’m so fucking lucky to be the only man who’s ever tasted you.” He lowered his mouth and licked my clit softly. I let out a ragged moan.

“God … Luke … that feels so good.”

“I miss those curls down here that I saw that day in the shower,” he said, his breath tickling my sensitive, bare skin, “But this is pretty sexy, too.”

I closed my eyes, basking in the sensation of his mouth on me. I’d never felt anything like it. His tongue was working such magic that I was rotating my hips against his mouth unashamedly.

“I want you,” I said softly. He rose, kissing my stomach slowly, then my breasts, as his lips made their way back to mine.

My body clenched with anticipation as he lowered himself on top of me. I was braced for pain, but instead he kissed me again, soft and easy. His tongue brushed across mine lazily. I moaned softly, relaxing into the warmth of the kiss.

With one swift thrust, he was in me, and I gasped loudly, pulling away from his mouth.

“Shit, that hurts,” I said softly. He eased out a little, his eyelids dropping closed from the sensation. I could see that what was painful for me was crazy good for him. He eased all the way out.

“Don’t you like it?” I whispered.

“Of course. You feel amazing, baby. But I’ll go slow. I’ll make this so good for you.”

“Don’t.
Please
fuck me, Luke. I want you to.”

“It won’t turn me on to hurt you.”

His fingers found my clit, circling as he kissed me again.

“Mmm, I like that,” I said.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since that night in the shower.”

His closeness and his adept fingers were making me tingle with the onset of an orgasm. I didn’t want the first one like this.

“I’m okay,” I said. “Let me feel you inside me again.”

He pushed back in very slowly and flexed his hips toward me.

“Ah … better. Sorry I’m so out of practice,” I muttered.

“You’re perfect.” He kissed my forehead and eased out. “Just relax. We’ve got all night.”

“Yeah, but I want to maximize my orgasms.”

He dropped his head to my chest and laughed softly. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“I don’t get laid like a hooker the way you do. I don’t want to go slow.”

“As you wish, baby.” He eased back in, slow again, and I reached around his back, sinking my fingertips in.

“It’s good,” I said softly. “Don’t stop.”

“I never want to stop with you.” He kissed me again and my body started to relax into his. Soon I found myself pressing my hips against his eagerly. His heavy breathing against my lips and low groans of satisfaction fueled me. I wound a hand into his hair and pulled, wrapping a leg around his hip at the same time.

The faster and harder he went, the more I wanted. I moaned and gripped onto his shoulders, the wave of an orgasm starting to hit.

He pushed my arms up, once again trapping my wrists above my head and pressing my arms to the bed. I was totally at his mercy, which pushed me over the edge. He pounded into me as I came hard, his name flying from my lips in a guttural cry.

“
Fuck
.” His face strained with his last thrust. “Dell.” He dropped his face to my neck, breathing hard.

I blew out a breath, still basking in satisfaction. “I can confirm you aren’t all talk,” I said, smiling.

“Damn right. And I can confirm you’re spectacular.” He kissed me and moved to lay beside me, pulling me against him.

“So this is what I’ve been missing,” I murmured. Luke pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed the palm.

“It’s not always like this,” he said.

“Is there really such a thing as bad sex?” I arched my brows at him, amused.

“Yeah. Don’t go screwing some other guy thinking it’ll be this good.”

I laughed lightly. “I don’t know if I can return to celibacy after that.”

“I wish I didn’t have to go home so soon.”

“Me too. You can always sext me in a pinch.”

“I wouldn’t do it because I was in a pinch. It’d be because you’re sexy and I really like you.”

I was curled up on my side against him, and I nuzzled closer. “Yeah, but actual slapping flesh is better than a text convo.”

He shook his head and smacked my ass lightly. “You’ve been corrupted by hockey players.”

“Including you.” I arched my brows.

“Not all men are assholes.”

“I agree – but most hockey players are.”

“There are lots of decent ones.”

“Are you an asshole?”

“I have been, yeah. But not to you.” He ran a finger down my spine and kept tracing lower. “And speaking of assholes …”

I jumped when he ran a finger over mine. “Oh, I’m not broken in there.”

He smiled. “Such sweet pillow talk, baby. I’m just playing.”

“Am I too … brash?” I asked. “Would you like me more demure?”

“You’re perfect.” He kissed me, soft at first and then deeper, creating a stir between my legs. “What should I do to you next, Miss Price?”

“Anything,” I said softly. “Everything.”

I was proud of myself for not crying when we said goodbye. I came close. I’d woken up warm and content, with him wrapped around me. And the sex was most definitely not fucking. He was slow and sweet, kissing my neck and lacing his fingers into mine. And when we came together, his eyes never left mine.

I wanted to remember that as our last time together, so I told him I needed to go when he asked me to take a shower with him. He kissed me goodbye and said he’d call.

Sure he would. I’d smiled and left, not even making it to the elevator before I started bawling like a baby. I hadn’t realized how emotional one night of sex would make me.

A 20-something guy gave me a nod and a smile when he stepped on to the elevator next to me.

“Walk of shame?” he asked. I snapped my head his way to glare at him. Yeah, I was crying, had messed up hair and last night’s wrinkled shirt on, but
damn
.

“What the hell?” I snapped. “Pry much?”

He shrugged and stared straight ahead. When the doors opened, he hustled out.

“Asshole,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. I wasn’t ashamed of my night with Luke, but it wasn’t going to be as black and white as I’d thought. I was walking through the front door of the hotel, and I already missed him.

Shit. Hopefully we had some chocolate at home. I needed a candy bar – or three — and a nap. And a distraction from the hot man who’d rocked my world with mind-blowing sex and reached into my heart with such tender, unexpected affection.

Luke

It was good to be back on my home ice. I’d wondered so many times during my rehab if I’d played here for the last time.

My apartment was too clean. It was eerily quiet and didn’t quite feel like home. So I was spending lots of time at the rink. Ryke and I were shooting pucks at the net, our pace slow since practice was over.

I’d scored twice last night, and Dell’s congratulatory text was still fresh in my mind:
Proud of u, Blondie.
I thanked her and we sent a few messages back and forth, but nothing intimate.

Ryke broke through my train of thought.

“I thought you’d be rusty, but you actually seem
better
than you were before the hit,” he said.

I squirted some water into my mouth and wiped the back of my hand across it. “Yeah. I’ve been working on some things.”

“Welch a pretty good coach?”

“Yeah. He’s good. I worked nights with the trainer, too.”

“A trainer who helped with your game?”

I nodded, remembering how good her soft skin felt against mine when I fell asleep next to her. “Yeah. Dell Price. She’s Butch Price’s daughter. She’s been around the game her whole life.”

Ryke considered and then recognition dawned on his face. “I saw her in Nashville once. She’s pretty.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you—”

“No.” I met his eyes, my tone serious. “Don’t ask me if I fucked her.”

“That means you did.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

His brow furrowed and he grinned with amusement. “What was it like, man? You make sweet love to her?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You like her.”

“I really missed the way you don’t fucking listen,” I snapped. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, but you don’t mean it.”

“I don’t want to hear your shit.”

He shoved my shoulder and looked offended. “I’m not a complete asshole. I can be serious. Let’s talk about it.”

“She’s got a kid.”

His face darkened as my words sank in. “Don’t mess with a single mom, man. You’re not ready to settle down.”

“I know. I fucking know, alright? Didn’t I tell you I don’t need to hear it from you?”

“What is it?” He pressed on. “Are other women not measuring up to her now?”

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”

His single note of laughter said it all. My tried and true method for getting over a woman I was starting to feel into was to fuck someone else.

“Maybe you should,” he suggested.

“I don’t want to.”

“You will. Give it time. You’ll see someone who’ll change your mind.”

I glared at him. “You ever see anyone who changes your mind about Kate?”

“Fuck no. What the hell are you saying, Luke? That you love her? You were only there a few weeks.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “I know.”

“Maybe some kickass sex is clouding your judgment.”

“It was incredible, but I only spent one night with her.”

He arched his brows and blew out a breath. “I don’t know, man. I’d say give it a go, but if she’s got a kid …”

“I know.”

“Go out with some of the single guys tonight.”

I sighed, remembering my efforts to go out with the guys from the minor league team. “Do you ever miss being single?”

Ryke considered. “No. I had some good times, but Kate’s my everything. I love knowing her and the kids are waiting for me at home. When you’re hooked, you’re hooked. You might be, from the looks of you.”

“It’s impossible,” I said, shaking my head. “Dell’s job is there and mine’s here. We’ve got not one, but two crazy travel schedules during the season. We can’t even date. She needs someone who lives there.”

“Yeah. You know you really care for someone when you put their needs in front of your own. Even if you do love her, if you aren’t good for her, don’t go there.”

I nodded slowly.

“Hey, you want to come over for dinner tonight? Kate and the kids would like to see you.”

That was the last thing I wanted to do – have my face rubbed in Ryke’s happy relationship when I was missing Dell.

“Nah, I think I’ll go out with the guys like you suggested. You’re right. Things’ll fall back into place.”

He let it drop, but I couldn’t get my mind off Dell. I was about to go to bed that night, still fantasizing about our night together. The way she said my name, the way she tasted – the smell of her hair when I woke up next to her.

Fuck it. I missed her. Grabbing my phone, I sent her a message, hoping she wasn’t asleep.

Me: Hey sexy, how r u?

Dell: Good. U?

Me: Not bad. Wish u were here tho.

Dell: What would u do with me if I was?

Me: So many things. I’m in the mood to fuck.

Dell: Isn’t that every day for u?

Me: lol, no. It was nice going slow the first time, wasn’t it?

Dell: More than nice. I think about it all the time.

Me: Me too.

Dell: Are u hard?

Me: Yes, u in bed?

Dell: Yes.

Me: What r u wearing?

Dell: a tank top and panties.

Me: tell me more.

Dell: the tank top is purple and the panties are black and silky.