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“You’re gorgeous, Nessa.” His lips ghost over mine. “Absolutely fucking stunning.”
I smile against his kisses, running my hands through his hair and down his back, touching him everywhere I haven’t gotten the chance to yet. Then I feel him. His cock is pressing against my entrance, and I want it.God, do I want it.
I pull at him, urging him on, and he listens to my silent pleas as he slowly slides inside me. We both groan as he bottoms out, and I feel so fucking full I could burst. If I thought he was big in my mouth, it’s nothing compared to how I feel stretched around him. Neither of us moves for several moments, as if we’re both too afraid to. I get it. If we move, this will be over far too soon, and I don’t think that’s what either of us wants right now. In fact, I think I could live in this hotel room forever if I were given the chance.
Gavin calls a truce on our standoff first, moving his hips ever so slightly. He lets out a low growl.
“Holy shit,” he says in my ear. “Fuck, fuck,fuck. You feel so good, you know that?”
“You feel good too,” I tell him lamely, but I don’t know what else to say. That I’ve never felt anything like this before? That I don’t think anything could ever compare to tonight? That I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same? I can’t say any of that, so I don’t.
Gavin picks up his pace, thrusting into me, and it’s such a contrast to how rough he was earlier. So caring and unrushed. He’s taking his time too, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Until I’m not so happy because Ineedto come again. I don’t have a choice. I might combust if I don’t.
As if he knows—or maybe it’s because he’s right on the edge himself—he pushes up onto his knees, changing the angle, and while I miss the feel of him pressed against me, this is so, so good that I can’t complain. Especially not when he hits that spot I need him to in order for me to see stars. His thumb finds my clit, and I want to cry because it feels so fucking good.
“Yes,” I cry out. “More.”
He gives it to me, and I gladly take it. He drives into me harder and faster, and I fall into bliss with one last tight circle around my throbbing clit. As if my orgasm sets him off, Gavin comes with a roar just behind me, so hard I feel him twitching inside me as his thrusts slow. He drops down against me, burying his face in my neck, kissing me until he has no choice but to move.
He slips out and off the bed, dropping the condom into the trash before gathering me into his arms and carrying me away. Settling me on the counter in the bathroom, he turns on the shower. Once the water is warm, he carries me inside, where he holds me under the stream and washes me from head to toe.
We fuck on the chair, then against the wall, and when he pounds into me, he whispers sweet words into my ear.
“You’re beautiful, Nessa.”
“This pussy was made for me, love.”
“I’m not sure this will be enough.”
It’s magical and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
After I don’t even know how long, we find our way back to bed, my head resting against his chest, his arm holding me tight. Gavin is asleep beside me, his soft snores filling the room. But even after all that energy spent, I’m wide awake.
The last few hours are setting in, and I’m starting to panic. Not because I regret what happened, but maybe because of the opposite—I want more of it. I don’t just want tofeelcherished—I want tobecherished. I want to be taken care of. I want to belong to someone. I want to feel like I matter. I can easily see that someone being Gavin, and that thought is the scariest of them all.
So, very carefully, I climb out of bed. I find my ring, gather my discarded underwear and bra, and slip back into my dress. High heels in hand, I do something I’ve never done before—I run.
Because I think Gavin was right—this won’t ever be enough, and that terrifies me more than anything else.
CHAPTER 14
LOCKE
“Looking good, fellas. Looking good.”
Coach is right. Wearelooking good. We’re up 3–1 in the final ten minutes against Los Angeles, but there’s a lot of time left in the game still, and our opponents are making one hell of a push. Most of the team makes it off the ice for a change, but Frederic and Poldzkin are still stuck out there. It’s been over a minute, and I know they’re both tired this late in the game.
When there’s finally a chance to get some fresh legs out there, Poldzkin rushes toward the bench, and I hop over. I join the play, and with a few missed passes by LA, we’ve got the edge once more. Hayes grabs the puck, sending it over to Frederic. They trade it back and forth a few times, Hayes unable to find an opening, too many opponents blocking any potential lanes, and all the other guys are covered.
I see a flaw, though, and tap my stick against the ice, calling for it. With just a soft, one-touch pass from Frederic, I have the puck. I drag my arm back and let it rip. Nobody sees it coming, and I let the puck fly off the end of my stick, going top shelf on the goalie just like I did to Fox in practice. The lamp lights up behind the LA net, and my teammates go wild.
“Fuck yes!” Lawson yells.
“That’s my boy!” Hayes thumps me on the helmet.
I point to Frederic, letting him know it was all his play that got us the goal, especially with him having been out on the ice so damn long. I lead them down the bench, bumping fists with my other teammates as I go. Fox is standing at the end, a huge grin on his face.
“See? I told you!” He taps his helmet against mine, congratulating the other guys before skating back toward his net.
