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“Yeah, but I want to maximize my orgasms.”

He dropped his head to my chest and laughed softly. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“I don’t get laid like a hooker the way you do. I don’t want to go slow.”

“As you wish, baby.” He eased back in, slow again, and I reached around his back, sinking my fingertips in.

“It’s good,” I said softly. “Don’t stop.”

“I never want to stop with you.” He kissed me again and my body started to relax into his. Soon I found myself pressing my hips against his eagerly. His heavy breathing against my lips and low groans of satisfaction fueled me. I wound a hand into his hair and pulled, wrapping a leg around his hip at the same time.

The faster and harder he went, the more I wanted. I moaned and gripped onto his shoulders, the wave of an orgasm starting to hit.

He pushed my arms up, once again trapping my wrists above my head and pressing my arms to the bed. I was totally at his mercy, which pushed me over the edge. He pounded into me as I came hard, his name flying from my lips in a guttural cry.

“Fuck.” His face strained with his last thrust. “Dell.” He dropped his face to my neck, breathing hard.

I blew out a breath, still basking in satisfaction. “I can confirm you aren’t all talk,” I said, smiling.

“Damn right. And I can confirm you’re spectacular.” He kissed me and moved to lay beside me, pulling me against him.

“So this is what I’ve been missing,” I murmured. Luke pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed the palm.

“It’s not always like this,” he said.

“Is there really such a thing as bad sex?” I arched my brows at him, amused.

“Yeah. Don’t go screwing some other guy thinking it’ll be this good.”

I laughed lightly. “I don’t know if I can return to celibacy after that.”

“I wish I didn’t have to go home so soon.”

“Me too. You can always sext me in a pinch.”

“I wouldn’t do it because I was in a pinch. It’d be because you’re sexy and I really like you.”

I was curled up on my side against him, and I nuzzled closer. “Yeah, but actual slapping flesh is better than a text convo.”

He shook his head and smacked my ass lightly. “You’ve been corrupted by hockey players.”

“Including you.” I arched my brows.

“Not all men are assholes.”

“I agree – but most hockey players are.”

“There are lots of decent ones.”

“Are you an asshole?”

“I have been, yeah. But not to you.” He ran a finger down my spine and kept tracing lower. “And speaking of assholes …”

I jumped when he ran a finger over mine. “Oh, I’m not broken in there.”

He smiled. “Such sweet pillow talk, baby. I’m just playing.”

“Am I too … brash?” I asked. “Would you like me more demure?”

“You’re perfect.” He kissed me, soft at first and then deeper, creating a stir between my legs. “What should I do to you next, Miss Price?”

“Anything,” I said softly. “Everything.”

***



I was proud of myself for not crying when we said goodbye. I came close. I’d woken up warm and content, with him wrapped around me. And the sex was most definitely not fucking. He was slow and sweet, kissing my neck and lacing his fingers into mine. And when we came together, his eyes never left mine.

I wanted to remember that as our last time together, so I told him I needed to go when he asked me to take a shower with him. He kissed me goodbye and said he’d call.

Sure he would. I’d smiled and left, not even making it to the elevator before I started bawling like a baby. I hadn’t realized how emotional one night of sex would make me.

A 20-something guy gave me a nod and a smile when he stepped on to the elevator next to me.

“Walk of shame?” he asked. I snapped my head his way to glare at him. Yeah, I was crying, had messed up hair and last night’s wrinkled shirt on, but damn.

“What the hell?” I snapped. “Pry much?”

He shrugged and stared straight ahead. When the doors opened, he hustled out.

“Asshole,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. I wasn’t ashamed of my night with Luke, but it wasn’t going to be as black and white as I’d thought. I was walking through the front door of the hotel, and I already missed him.

Shit. Hopefully we had some chocolate at home. I needed a candy bar – or three — and a nap. And a distraction from the hot man who’d rocked my world with mind-blowing sex and reached into my heart with such tender, unexpected affection.