Page 181 of Desperate Pucker
At his rough command, I fall apart. It’s an explosion of pleasure and intensity through my entire body. I’m trembling and screaming, dragging my nails across his skin.
Underneath me, he tenses. He grunts out my name between rough kisses. One hand is digging into the fleshy part of my hips while the other attends to my clit, making sure I get every drop of pleasure from this orgasm.
I fall against him, and he grips his arms around me tight. I bury my face in his shoulder, and he nuzzles my neck. Together we stay like that, wrapped in each other, our bodies hot, our hearts hammering in our chests.
“That was…wow,” I manage to say after a few minutes.
“Yeah. Wow.”
We both chuckle. I climb off him, and he leans over to the end of the table and grabs a towel. As he cleans me up, I run my fingers through his hair. “Are you okay?”
“I just made love to my girlfriend. I’m more than okay.”
“No, I mean…Are you okay after the game?”
He’s quiet for a second, then he nods.
I cup his stubbled cheek in my hand. “I’m so proud of you. You fought hard.”
“It was a tough loss, but I’m ready to move on. I’m ready for the next game.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to kick ass.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely, one thousand percent.”
A low chuckle falls from his lips. He kisses me.
“I’ll be there, wearing your jersey, cheering you on.”
He wraps his arms around me. “That’s all I want, Maddy. None of this matters if you’re not there with me.”
My heart feels like it’s on the verge of bursting.
“Without you, I wouldn’t be able to play in the finals. You trained me. You helped get me here. I owe everything to you. And I want to share every moment of it with you.”
I kiss him, overwhelmed by just how much I love and adore this man.
“Love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Love you right back, princess.”
Chapter 63
Ryker
Ican’t believe I’m here.
It’s game seven of the Stanley Cup finals. We’ve won three games, and New York has won three games, so tonight is the tie-breaker.
Every muscle in my body is tense and sore. Nerves fire off inside of me like cannons.
Thank fuck we’re playing on home ice. I would be crawling out of my skin if we had to play this final game in New York.
I sit on the bench and try to steady my breathing as I watch my teammates go against the Wolverines players. I know what’s at stake tonight. We all do.
We’re almost at the end of the second period, and neither team has scored.
