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His fingers didn’t fumble at all with her skirt, just slid down the zipper with a move so smooth she had a second to wonder if he got a lot of practice.

Then he tugged on the skirt and had it down around her ankles in seconds.
Now all she wore were a pair of barely there panties and her bra.
And a smile.

A really big smile as he pulled a condom out of the wallet he grabbed out of his pants, still hanging around his hips.

“I’m gonna take these off now.”
He stuck the fingers of his right hand in the string holding the two sides of her panties together and tugged.
She had to lift her bottom to help him get them off, her feet braced on his thighs until he had them down around her ankles.

As soon as he’d dropped them, she reached for him.
Wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him.

His eyes closed as she pumped him from root to tip.
Damn, he was thick.
Not stubby, though.
Just long enough.
Mouthwatering.
Perfect.

A smile curved her lips and she watched his gaze narrow as he leaned forward, planting his hands on the cushions just above her shoulders.

His lips were close enough that she could lift her head and kiss him.
And she could tell that’s what he expected.

Instead, she leaned back…and lifted her hips to brush the tip of his cock against her labia.

His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing until she could barely see any blue at all.
She loved the feel of his hot flesh against hers, could have teased him for the next hour at least.

Or not.
Because when he deliberately slipped the tip between labia, her brain short-circuited.
She arched her back and sought to get him deeper.

Instead, he pulled away and pushed back up onto his knees.

Moaning, she reached for his hips but he leaned back, out of her grasp.
And made sure she watched as he rolled the condom down his length.
His intense focus made her lungs struggle for air.
She’d never had another man affect her like this.
It was almost too much to take.

She wanted to close her eyes, take back a little bit of control, but she didn’t want to break the connection between them.

So she saw the way his expression tightened when he leaned forward again and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.
Biting back a moan, she reached for his forearms, fingers digging into taut muscles as the ache between her legs built.

Her hips rose to meet his and his lips covered hers again for a kiss that fuzzed her brain.

She needed him inside, to fill the aching void and make her come.

But the damn man wouldn’t move.

Not that his kisses weren’t amazing.
They were.
She just needed more.
Sliding her hands up his arms as he worked his mouth over hers, she stopped for a few seconds to pet his shoulders before gliding down his back.

His skin heated beneath her palms, so smooth.
And then she had her hands on his ass.
Jesus, the man had muscles everywhere.

As her hands smoothed down to his thighs then back up again, teasing closer to the seam splitting his cheeks, she felt his groan rumble in his chest as his hips rocked forward.

Yes, that’s what I want.

Hands on his hips, she tugged him closer.
Or tried to.
The man was immoveable.

With a moan, she pulled away from his lips, one hand rising to sink into his hair.
She tugged, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention.

Or so she thought.

Apparently when Shane was set on a course, he didn’t falter.

Instead of pulling back, he bent to put his mouth on her neck.
He laid a string of kisses down her neck to her collarbone then followed that to her shoulder.
And then he bit her.

The sting made her gasp and lit her entire body on fire, a blazing hot lust eating her up from the inside.
And then she felt his fingers rubbing between her thighs, testing her readiness.

If she was any more ready, she’d be really freaking embarrassed.

“Oh my god.
Shane.”

“I like hearing you say my name.
Do it again.”

“Shane, please.”

“I think I want to hear you scream it.”

Which she did when he pulled his hand away.
But he immediately replaced it with his cock and slid inside, fast and hard and all the way.

Her scream wasn’t exactly his name but he must’ve been satisfied because he gave her exactly what she wanted.
What she needed.

His hips thrust with a controlled speed that teased the possibility of more, even if she didn’t think she was capable of taking any more.

She already felt wound too tightly but unable to get off.

Because Shane kept her on the edge.
Every time she thought she might come, he adjusted his pace or the angle to keep her on the brink.

He’d lowered his body until they were pressed together but his height meant her face was pressed against his shoulder so he had to hold himself up on one elbow so she didn’t suffocate.

Not that she would’ve noticed.
And she was too far gone to care.

She came with a shudder and a moan, her teeth sinking in his pec as he rode her through it.

Only when she’d gone limp beneath him did he thrust one last time before holding still and letting his cock pump inside her.

Several minutes later, still panting, he wrapped his arms around her.

“Next time, you’re on top.”

Next time?
Oh god, please let that be soon.

He kept his word.

Chapter Four

Shane woke the next morning—

No, wait.

He peeled open his eyes and looked at the clock.
Almost one in the afternoon.

Damn, how the hell had he slept so late?

Duh, asshole.
A few drinks and about five hours of the best sex of your whole frickin’ life, that’s how.

Luckily, he didn’t have a hangover, which was kind of amazing, because he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

But, holy hell, he was wiped.
If he could, he’d go back to sleep but now that he was awake, he knew that wouldn’t happen.

Why hadn’t she stayed?

With a groan, he sat up, glancing over at the empty space beside him.
The pillow she’d used still had an indent from her head.
She’d left sometime after that last round when she’d climbed on top of him and made his eyes roll back in his head.
Which had been after the two times he’d made her scream.

So why the hell hadn’t she stayed for breakfast?

Sliding his legs off the side of the bed, he ran a hand through his hair, adjusted his morning wood out of habit so it wasn’t poking through his shorts, and headed for the bathroom across the hall before making his way down to the kitchen to forage for food.
He was fucking starving.

And he wished like hell he was eating something other than bagels and peanut butter, two pears and a half gallon of chocolate milk.
What he wouldn’t give to be sliding down her body and putting his mouth over her—

His cock throbbed.

Fuck.

With a sigh, he lifted the chocolate milk container to his lips, practically able to feel his mom’s hand smacking him on the back of his head.

Why the hell had she snuck out?

She hadn’t seemed like the kind to fuck and run.
Then again, he didn’t know her.
Like…at all.

Hey, dude.
He could practically hear CJ’s voice in his head.
You got laid.
She saved you the hassle of getting rid of her this morning.

The problem was, he wasn’t a dick who would’ve smacked her on the ass, said thanks for the great night, and called her a taxi.

No, he would’ve made her breakfast or at least taken her out to eat before saying, “Can I get your number?
I’d like to see you again.”

Because, yeah, he really wanted to see her again.

Who wouldn’t want to see her again?
She’d rocked his fucking world last night.
Of course, he wanted to do it again.
And again.

Maybe she doesn’t want to see you again.

A very real possibility.

Bliss had her shit together, had a life and a career.

Maybe she didn’t want to get involved with a guy who moved every six months or so to whatever team needed a goalie that particular day.
This stint with the Redtails had been the longest in his career but before that he’d played with teams in Ohio, California and Massachusetts.
He’d actually allowed himself to think maybe he’d finally found a niche where he could prove himself.
And he had been.
Until he’d hit this slump—

His cell phone rang and he grabbed for it, hoping…

Nope.

Shit.

“Hey, Cary.”
He forced himself to sound normal.
And probably failed miserably.
“What’s up?”

A slight pause.
“Just wondering if you’re up for a few drills today.”

He wanted to groan.
Wanted to crawl back to bed and spend a few more hours wallowing.
Which was stupid.

“Yeah, sure.
That’d be great.”

Cary laughed.
“I can tell you’re really into it.
Long night?”

“Uh…” What the hell did he say to that?

Now Cary really started to laugh.
“How ’bout we forget I asked that question and you meet me in an hour on the ice.
Then you can tell me all about it.”

A grin pulled at Shane’s lips.
“What are you, now?
My priest?”

Cary snorted.
“Worse.
I’m your fucking captain.
Get your ass to the arena.”

Forty-five minutes and a fifteen-minute shower later, Shane parked beside Cary’s truck in the side lot and walked to the door where Cary waited for him.

The guy had a shit-eating grin on his face that made Shane want to punch him.

“Well, you look like you can walk okay, but can you skate?”

Shane gave Cary the finger as he walked by him into the lower level of the arena, headed for the locker room.
There was enough light to see where he was going, but he spent enough time here that he could do this walk blindfolded.

“Still faster than you, old man.
And who gave you a key to the arena?
I can’t believe management’s letting just the two of us use the ice.”

“Called in a favor.
Besides, it’s not that big a deal.
That ice show’s coming in tomorrow and they’re gonna be using the ice to practice.
So no big deal.”

“Sweet.”

They walked the last few yards to the locker room in silence.
Shane had been expecting Cary to cross-examine him about last night, but surprisingly, he didn’t say a word.
And when he stepped out on the ice to warm up while Cary was still in the locker room gearing up, Shane felt his muscles relax as he made a few circuits around the boards.

Yes
.

He sucked in a deep breath, drawing in the cold air rising off the ice.
Just the feel of the smooth surface under his blades and the sound they made as he circled the rink was enough to drop his blood pressure.
Always had been.
He stepped onto the ice and it felt like home.

Having the ice to himself, even for these few seconds, was like being in his own private paradise.

His mom had always complained that hell wasn’t hot.
Hell was cold.

Shane didn’t have an opinion on that, but he did know the cold helped him feel things more intensely and see things more clearly.

“So, you have a good time last night?
At dinner.”

Cary matched his pace to Shane’s but Shane kept his gaze forward.

“Yeah, the food was great.
Thanks again for inviting me.
Really appreciate the home-cooked meal.”

“You left with Bliss.”

“Yeah.”

No way was he adding more.
Cary was a friend but Bliss was friends with Lori.
Shane wasn’t about to diss Bliss.
No fucking way.
And he couldn’t bring himself to drill Cary for information.