Page 46 of If You Love Me

“You.” The whispered word floats between us.

I pull her against me. “Soften for me.”

And she does. Instantly. Perfectly. Every curve melding to my hard lines.

Her lips part on a needy sigh, and I angle her head, taking control of the kiss. All the frustration slips away as she moans into my mouth. She loops her arms around my neck, holding me tightly as our tongues tangle and explore. Her mouth is bliss, the taste of her a balm for the ache that’s been wrecking me.

The memory doesn’t do the reality of Lexi justice. She’s so soft under my touch, pliant and accommodating. Such a force on the ice and a pleaser in the bedroom.

“There you are. I’ve missed your sweet side,” I praise.

She moans again, fingers sliding into my hair as she pushes up on her toes, fighting to get closer. I walk her back toward the conference table. Shoving a chair out of the way, I lift her, our mouths still fused as she adjusts her dress, and hooks one leg behind my knee.

She’s as warm and rich as melted caramel on my tongue, and I can’t get enough. Each seductive stroke takes me higher, makes me crave more. We’re frantic—hands roaming, her heel digging into my ass cheek as I settle between her legs. We both groan when my erection presses between her thighs and she rocks her hips.

I keep one hand curved around the back of her neck. The other skims the outside of her thigh as I separate our mouths.

She makes a disappointed, plaintive sound.

“Are we done fighting?” I gently suck her bottom lip.

“So done.” She moans and tilts her chin up, seeking more. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

I stroke her jaw with my thumb. “It’s the same for me.” It’s a relief to be able to act on it, even if we shouldn’t. “I’ve been dreaming of this tempting mouth.” I drop my head, stroking inside once, twice, a third time, before I pull back again and press my hips into hers, eliciting a deep, primal moan. “Of those exquisite little whimpers when I made you come, of the scandalous things you can do with these pretty lips.”

Our mouths collide again, hands gripping, bodies grinding. Somehow I knock one of the chairs over, and we both startle.

“Oh my God.” Lexi’s eyes dart around the room before settling on me again. “What are we doing?” She doesn’t push me away, though.

“Giving in.”

Her eyes fall closed as I run my thumb along the contour of her bottom lip, savoring what’s left of this stolen moment.

When they open, they’re full of the same yearning I feel. “Idon’t want to blow my life up, but staying away from you is breaking me apart.”

I brush my lips over hers and straighten. I don’t want to stop touching her, so I carefully smooth out her dress and help her to her feet. “We’re almost halfway through the season. Once I retire, we’re not breaking any rules.”

“Six more months.” She fingers the lapel of my tux. “I don’t want to ruin this thing I’ve worked so hard for, but I don’t want to lose the possibility of us either. I feel like I belong with you.”

“That’s because you do. And I belong with you. We can make it through playoffs and stay professional.”I hope.“Go back to the party.” I kiss her one last time, in case I don’t get to do it again for several months.

When I try to pull back, she winds herself tighter around me. I gently pry her hands free and kiss her fingertips. It’s agony to let her go again. If we stay in here much longer, I won’t be able to resist her, and we risk getting caught. “Go find the girls, angel.”

She nods, steadying herself. “Yes, Roman.”

“Good girl.” I press my lips to her temple and lead her to the door.

She runs her hands over her hips, smoothing out her dress. I make sure the coast is clear before she steps into the hall and heads for the ladies’ room on not-entirely-steady legs.

I give myself a couple of minutes to get my body under control again before I leave the conference room. I pull my phone out and send Lexi a message.

Roman

Better than I remembered.

Lexi

I thought I’d romanticized how good it was. I was wrong. All I want is more.

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