She was close. Oh, so close.
“Take us both there, Lina,” he said, holding tight to her while she rocked back and forth, getting the friction she needed.
She gripped his shoulders, rolling her hips over him, quickening her pace.
“I’m there,” she said. “I’m going to come.”
She let go, digging her nails into him as her orgasm washed over her, taking both of them as Drew let out a guttural groan. She ground against him as she shuddered out her release, holding his gaze as they both went over at the same time.
It was intense, shattering, and left her breathless, as it always did when she connected this way with Drew.
And when it was over, both of them heaving breaths and gasping for air, he still held her gaze, sweeping her hair away from her face.
“Carolina,” was all he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
She bent forward and kissed him, then climbed off and went into the bathroom to clean up. He followed, then they got dressed and went back out on the ice to retrieve their things. She packed her camera into the bag she’d brought, then turned to Drew and smiled.
“Thank you for tonight.”
He grinned at her. “Which part? And I should be thanking you. From now on, every time I’m on the ice, or at my locker, I’ll be thinking about you. About us.”
She couldn’t help but smile about that.
TWENTY-TWO
THEY WERE TIED THREE TO THREE WITH PITTSBURGH in the third period. On home ice, this was a critical game.
So when Trick passed the puck to Sayers and he took a shot that sliced in past Pittsburgh’s goalie, the Garden lit up like crazy. Drew skated over and celebrated with the guys, then they concentrated on helping out the defense by keeping the puck away from Pittsburgh while the clock ticked down.
Not an easy task, because their forwards were formidable, but they managed to hold on and win.
They’d lost two on the road, but they’d won two at home, so at least they were still managing to kick butt on home ice.
As Drew made his way to the locker room, he couldn’t help the grin as he looked down at his bench, remembering the hot night he’d spent here with Carolina last week.
And again, he missed her. She was back to being busy as hell, and he’d been on the road and came home to play two games this week.
“Good game, man,” Trick said, slapping him on the back as he walked by.
“Back at ya.”
“Yeah, we’re good here. We’ve figured out how to master the home games so far. But we suck on the road.”
Trick was right about that. They were in trouble on the road so far this season, and none of them had a handle on what was going wrong with their road games.
“We’ll figure it out, Trick.”
His friend nodded. “Sure. We will.”
They had to stay upbeat and Drew felt it was his responsibility to keep his team morale positive. Even the coach was baffled by their lack of road wins so far, but the coach had said the same thing Drew had just said to Trick.
They would figure it out.
And when they did, they’d fix it.
Drew showered and got dressed, then packed up his bag.
“Hey, Drew.”
He looked up as one of the assistant coaches called his name. “Yeah?”