Page 44 of Goalie Goal
The switch from tender to ridiculous was so sudden that laughter—my laughter—filled the room, unfiltered and loud. That action had my abs tensing and, with it, my core clenching. A warm, oozing sensation between my thighs made me freeze, eyes widening.
Sasha sensed the switch, his amused grin fading. “What? What is it?”
Not answering him, I lifted my head, mouth going dry when I saw the sticky mess he had left on my stomach. He’d literally fucked me into oblivion. I couldn’t remember much past the third—or was it fourth?—orgasm he’d coaxed from my body with practiced ease. I vaguely recalled an exchange where I warned him I wasn’t on birth control and him being not at all concerned about the consequences of unprotected sex.
Swallowing, I forced myself to ask the question, even though I already knew the answer. “Did you come inside me?”
There was a beat of silence, so I whipped my head to the side to find him avoiding my stare.
“No.”
“Sasha . . .” I drew his name out in warning.
“Okay, yeah. A little bit.”
I groaned, my eyes slamming shut as I mentally berated myself for being careless. I hadn’t even realized he wasn’twearing a condom until he was all the way inside. If I hadn’t been so lust-drunk, I might have noticed before we reached that point of no return. Guess I’d be camping out at the pharmacy the minute they opened in the morning.
Sasha sighed beside me. “I’m sorry. I just got so caught up, and you’re so perfect, and—”
“I get it,” I cut him off. “I think it’s fair to say we both got a little carried away. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
A disapproving rumble sounded from beside me, and when I forced my eyes open, I discovered Sasha’s normally happy face lined with tension.
What the hell is that about?
Shifting, he sat up, turning his back to me as he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. “Stay there. I’ll clean you up.” With that, he stalked into the bathroom, and I heard water running.
Stepping back into the bedroom, he wielded a wet washcloth. First, he wiped the drying cum from my skin. Then, he folded the cloth in half, pressing it between my thighs.
The warmth was soothing, and I sighed in relief.
Sasha was gentle and tender, and if I wasn’t careful, I might find myself addicted to that as well.
“Better?” he asked, his tone soft.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
When he crossed the room to toss the cloth in the hamper, I shimmied up the bed, slipping beneath the covers, using them as a shield to hide my nakedness. I became hyper-aware that his perfectly sculpted form and my soft and squishy one were total opposites.
Sasha was clearly comfortable in his natural state, stepping toward the door and flicking the light switch. The soft glow of my bedside lamp created shadows on the sharp ridges lining his torso.
Flipping back the comforter, he sank onto the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
“You promised me the whole night.”
My jaw dropped. I’d thought that was a line. I didn’t think he would actually want to stay over.
The guy fucking shaved you. How could you not think he was serious about everything he said?
Reclining against the pillows, he opened his arms. “Come on, Gemma. Let me hold you tonight.”
If I’d learned anything from earlier, it was that this man didn’t take no for an answer. So I didn’t bother arguing as I scooched over, resting my head on his shoulder and hitching my thigh over his legs.
I felt the moment his muscles relaxed, and he let out a contented sigh before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Night, Kitten.”
As I succumbed to the comfort of his embrace, I dared dream that he might never let me go.
