Page 64 of Captured Love

I break the kiss to tilt my head back. Knox's mouth finds my neck as his hands roam my back, my sides, my breasts, like he can't get enough of touching me. And I can't get enough of him period.

I rock my hips, riding him as if this is something that comes naturally to me. No more concerns about how I must look in his eyes from this view or my own self-consciousness. The only thing that matters is the pleasure that both of us seek. The room fills with our panting and groans. Knox's fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, guiding my movements as well as urging me on.

“That's it, baby,” he says in between harsh breaths. “Just like that.”

His praise spurs me on, making me feel sexy and desired in a way I've never experienced before. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as I grind down harder.

“I'm close,” I gasp out as my movements becoming more erratic. “Knox, please...”

He seems to know instinctively what I need. One of his hands slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation is almost toomuch, and I swear I’m beginning to see stars. I cry out, my inner walls starting to flutter around him.

“Come for me, picosita,” he demands. “I want to feel all of you.”

And who am I do deny the both of us? His words are my undoing. I come apart in his arms as my orgasm crashes over me. Knox holds me tight, thrusting up into me a few more times before he finds his own release while moaning my name.

We collapse onto the bed together. For however long we simply lay there, holding each other as we come down from the high. Knox gently brushes my damp hair back from my face, his touch tender and intimate.

“That was...” he starts, then seems to struggle to find the right word.

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, knowing exactly what he means. “It really was.”

A smile is stationed on his lips as his fingers continue to stroke my hair. I let my eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of his touch in a completely different way than I had just moments ago. Something has shifted between us, and it puts me so much more at ease.

Eventually Knox moves, and I feel the loss of his warmth immediately. I watch as he disposes of the condom, but thankfully, he's back in an instant. He pulls me into his arms again and I rest my head on his chest. The steady thumping of his heartbeat in my ear relaxes me further as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my back.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

It's phrased like a statement, but I can hear the underlying question. He wants me here, in his bed and in his arms. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

“I’d love to.”

24

KNOX

Ican’t remember the last time I’ve felt this relaxed, on or off the ice. It's like a fog has lifted, and the world is clear. I make another crisp pass down the length of the rink and watch it glide perfectly to Levi’s stick. He looks almost surprised before grinning and giving me a thumbs up.

“Nice one, Knox!” he shouts, forever stepping into his role as captain and helping keep team morale up.

I nod, acknowledging his comment. I can’t fight the smirk that appears on my face. The praise means a lot, but more importantly, I know I’ve been on fire all session and I’m glad my teammates are taking notice. It’s like every drill, every pass, every shot has just clicked today.

Coach Johnson blows his whistle, and my attention is on him. “Alright, bring it in!” he yells.

We all skate toward the bench, quickly forming a loose huddle. Several of us have already grabbed water bottles and towels as we try to calm ourselves down.

“Great practice today,” Coach says. “We're really starting to gel as a unit. Keep this up, and we'll be unstoppable.” He reaches for the glasses that are sitting on top of his head as if to doublecheck that they are still there before he turns to me. “Levi, Knox, fantastic chemistry out there, especially at the end.”

Coach’s words linger in the air, and I allow them to sink in. Chemistry. It’s what I’ve been missing, not just with the team, but in life lately. Maybe things are finally starting to click.

Asher slaps me on the back. “And your shoulder looks to be as good as new now, so we’ve got this season in the bag.”

“Hell yeah,” I reply in return.

“Alright, hit the showers,” Coach Johnson says, breaking up our huddle. “And remember, team dinner tonight. Mandatory.”

In the locker room, the guys are already stripping off their gear and cracking jokes. It's loud and chaotic, but in a way that's comforting. I take a seat at my stall and start unlacing my skates.

Asher sits down next to me, his blond hair a sweaty mess. “Dude. Knox, that was the best I’ve seen you move in weeks, not including when you clutched that win for us a few games ago. What was that?”

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