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He bent forward and rested his forehead against mine. His expression was a combination of gratitude and tenderness.
“I love you, Riley,” he whispered. “I never stopped.”
Emotion tightened my throat. I couldn’t fathom how I’d ever thought I could give this up. It would be like giving up breathing. Will was my air, and water, and warmth, and happiness. I couldn’t live without him.
“I love you, too,” I told him. “And neither did I.”
He claimed my mouth, his lips closing over mine as his tongue parted me and began to explore. Strong arms then scooped me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around Will’s waist as he walked us to the bed.
We were fused together, our bodies as close as they could possibly be. That didn’t stop me from trying to get closer. I tightened my arms around him, my breasts pressing against his solid chest. His fingers found the sensitive spot between my legs as he rubbed his hand back and forth, eliciting a shiver from me.
“So fucking wet,” he growled, biting my lower lip. “Do you mind if we get to foreplay later? I need to be in you.”
I nodded eagerly. “Just don’t turn me around because you’ll be disappointed.”
His eyes narrowed to jealous slits. “How about I give you one ofmyjerseys when we get home?”
I beamed. “I’d love that.”
I kneeled on top so I could slip his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. Rather than taking my underwear off, Will simply pushed them aside so I could lower onto him. A breathy moan passed my lips as he filled me. It was the best feeling. It wasright.
Will’s tongue dragged along my exposed throat, slowly and thought out. My hips were craving to get moving, but something about Will’s intense gaze held me still.
“Oh hell,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last long here.”
I chuckled. “It’s the hockey jersey, isn’t it?”
“It’s every-fucking-thing, Dover.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
A love bubble
RILEY
I was in a love bubble. But the thing about bubbles is that they eventually burst. Sometimes it’s quick. Other times it’s slow, the air gradually leaking out until it’s empty.
This was somewhere in between.
WILL:Sorry, babe. Going to have to bail on lunch. Coach wants to work on some things before tonight’s game. But I’ll see you later. You’re still coming, yeah?
I stared at the message, trying to ignore the voice in the back of my head that screamedit’s happening again.
Of course sometimes hockey was going to get in the way. Just like any person’s job often got in the way. But hockey was such a sore spot for me that it was difficult to think rationally. Which meant one thing – I shouldn’t think.
I exchanged my jeans and knit for running shorts and a crop. Zipping up my jacket, I swiped my headphones then hit the sidewalk.
I’d admittedly been running less this past week. The four-thirty a.m. alarm was tempting to turn off when Will was wrapped around me. Especiallywhen he offered to go down on me if it meant I wouldn’t get out of bed. As had been the case this morning.
I was having so much fun with him, which made me envious of the time we’d missed out on. Maybe if I’d been honest, if I’d explained where my fears were coming from, then things would have been different last time.
I was adamant about them being better this time around, which meant I needed to tell Will about dad and Tanner. I had no freaking clue how that was going to go down. It was a fairly big bombshell. One I was sure was going to have some repercussions.
Edging along the sidewalk, I headed for the local dog park. This time of day, there would be plenty of fluffballs around, awkwardly running after sticks and balls.
Growing up, I’d begged my mum for a dog, but she was allergic. So when that failed, I’d asked dad for a puppy each Christmas. One that could live at his house when I came to visit. But of course, as Christmas was partway through the season, I often didn’t see dad over the holidays. In fact, some years he forgot to call entirely. Something mum attempted to cover up by making excuses for him.
I was at a loss whether I was willing to resent dad for the rest of my life, or whether I wanted to try and work through things. When Will and his friends spoke about my dad, there was a fondness there. Like they knew a side of him that I didn’t. Though they didn’t shy away from the fact dad was a total hard ass, they clearly had a lot of respect for him. I was envious. What I would have given to receive even half the attention his players did.
