Page 73 of Breakaway

They all grinned and nodded.

“Our two sons are such big hockey fans. They would love it if you’d give us your autograph.”

Jase and his brothers willingly signed their names for the couple who were all smiling and grateful. But when Jase looked at Remi, he saw her head bowed again. Shit. He knew she was still uncomfortable with the fame and the fans and the press. He reached for her hand again and squeezed.

He tried to keep the conversation away from hockey, at least part of the time, wanting his parents to get to know Remi.

When the waiter appeared with the bill in a discreet leather folder, Tag said, “Give the bill to him,” and nodded at Jase. Withan exaggerated sigh, Jase held out his hand. Tag grinned. “We made a bet. Just before the opening face off. Winner buys dinner.”

“Now I know you let me win,” Jase grumbled, reaching for his wallet. He slanted a glance at Remi beside him, loving the laughter that sparkled in her eyes.

He was on top of the world tonight. He had it all and having Remi at his side was the ultimate thrill. What more could a guy ask for?

That night, together in Remi’s bed, he wanted to show her how he felt, all his love and desire and gratitude. He kissed her over and over, licked into her mouth, found her tongue with his and played, nipped at her lips all soft and pouty, consuming her with his kisses. She responded immediately, so sweetly, opening her mouth to him, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her, closer. He lay on top of her, on his elbows, his hands fisted in her silky hair, kissing her, tasting her, sinking into her. Her fresh flowery scent filled his head, making him dizzy.

“I love you,” he whispered, over and over. “I love you.”

She whispered it back, the words so sweet on her lips. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, her eyebrows. He felt it right to his bones, his need for her. Heat slid down his spine and gathered in his balls and he pushed into her hot softness. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she made the hottest little noises of pleasure. She tipped her head back and he kissed her throat, sucked gently there, then dragged his tongue over soft skin.

They drifted into another dimension, lost in the pleasure of each other, moving together, murmuring soft words, touching each other everywhere. Heat twisted inside him, pressure built, perspiration gathered on his body and he came inside her, hands in her hair, his mouth on hers. “I love you.”

Remi woke up to Jase’s furnace-like body wrapped around her in her bed. Saturday morning.

She had laundry to do. Grocery shopping. Her car needed an oil change and she needed to sit down and pay some utility bills. And then there was the marking of tests, preparing for a big project.

Later.

Jase was there, in her bed, big and warm and hard, and she wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

She shifted against him and his hand went to her butt. “Mmm,” he said.

“I love you, Jase,” she whispered, not sure if he was even awake enough to hear her.

He was.

He flipped her onto her back, and smiled down at her. “I love you too. So much, Remi.”

He bent his head and kissed her. “Oh, let me go brush my teeth,” she begged.

He laughed and rolled to his back, taking her with him. “I don’t care.”

“I do.”

She buried her face in the space between his neck and his shoulder and felt his cock harden against her leg. “I’ll be right back.”

She quickly used the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then slipped back into bed beside him. He pulled her on top of him and she gazed down at his face, the beard stubble darkening his strong jaw, eyes so deep and delicious, his beautiful mouth. She traced a finger over one eyebrow, brushed her fingertips across his lips.

“Last night…” she began and then emotion clogged her throat up. Last night he’d made love to her with such tenderness and devotion she’d cried after, pressed against him, her love for him so huge and engulfing.

“I know.” He ran his hands down her back, over her butt, back up and into her hair. “I know.”

She gave him a shaky smile, touching her mouth to his. His opened immediately to her and he tilted her head for a deeper angle.

The alarm pinged, announcing someone had just entered the house.

They both froze and lifted their heads.

It could only be Jasmine. No one else had a key.

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