Easy (Chicago Blaze 6)

“But first,” he says softly, “I’ve got something else in mind.”

He uses his free hand to tug my panties down and off around my ankles and trails kisses down my stomach until he reaches my inner thighs.

When he dips the tip of his tongue inside me, my back curves up off the bed and I cry out. It’s been so long. Neither of the other two men I dated after Erik even attempted oral, and I never asked them to. I think I knew it wouldn’t compare to what I’d already had from him.

All my inhibitions are forgotten as he licks and sucks at my core. He remembers exactly what I love, pushing his fingers inside me just as I’m about to come in order to push me over the edge hard.

I shatter into a thousand blissful pieces. Erik doesn’t stop, and the satisfaction goes on and on, leaving me breathless and boneless as the last wave subsides.

“I’m still on the pill,” I say, relaxing my legs.

His grin is sexy as he asks, “You want to wait a few minutes?”

“I’ve waited ten years; I think that’s enough.” I spread my thighs wider and he takes in the view.

He gets off the bed and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them to the floor along with his boxer briefs and stepping out of them.

I stare, trying not to remember a time when he was all mine. Every last inch of him.

He slowly kisses his way back up my body and I wrap my arms around him as his lips trail between my breasts to my neck.

“This isn’t just sex for me,” he says in my ear. “You’ve always been more.”

“I know.”

I kiss the dark scruff on his jawline and he nibbles on my ear lobe the way I always loved.

“You sure this is okay?” he asks.

I furrow my brow. “It’s okay with me. Are you having doubts?”

“Never.”

He pushes himself inside me then and I let out a long moan. Nothing has ever felt better than Erik. My body recognizes his and my mind couldn’t forget if I tried.

Erik takes his time, going slowly to help me relax and take more of him. By the time we hit the rhythm we learned long ago, I’m panting and sweating, building toward another climax.

“I still love you,” I say softly, my eyes on his.

The words just slipped out—I didn’t even mean to admit that truth. For a moment I hold my breath, wondering if I just made an epic mistake, but his expression softens.

“I still love you too, Allie. Always have and always will.”

He kisses me then, and while I’m grateful for this moment, I’m also mourning the last ten years we lost.

But here and now, he’s mine again. I turn off the past and immerse myself in the present.

Soon, he’s thrusting his hips hard enough to rock the headboard against the wall. I know he’s ready to come but he’s holding back, waiting for me.

As soon as I get there, I tell him I’m coming, he groans hard and buries himself in me completely, his whole body tensing before he shudders and exhales hard.

“Damn,” he says, kissing me and then rolling over and pulling me into his arms.

“It was always amazing, but for me that was better,” I admit as I curl myself into his chest.

“For me, too.” He kisses my forehead.

“Maybe absence makes the dick grow fonder,” I quip.

He laughs and kisses my temple. “Damn, girl. I missed that mouth.”

After this snuggle break, I plan to remind him my mouth is good for more than just one-liners. Tonight may be the only time we get to be together again, and I’m not going to waste a minute of it.ThirteenEasy“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” I high five Richie, a rec league player who just scored his first goal. I’ve been working with him on his stick-handling skills and seeing that, I feel like a proud coach.

I can see his wide grin through the face mask protecting his head, and hear his parents cheering in the stands. This is only an instructional session, so the games are only scrimmages where players on our team play against each other, but I’m having the time of my life coaching.

Usually, I’m the one playing against or watching some of the best hockey players in the world, one hundred percent at the top of their games. But coaching these kids at the rec center takes me back to a time when hockey was more than about performing or winning championships. It was simply fun. Watching the kids enjoy themselves as they play and learn new skills reminds me how much I love the game myself.

My eyes are on the kids, but my mind lingers on last night, my night with Allie. Even though I barely slept, I’m not tired. I’d spend tonight the exact same way if I could. I thanked Anton and Mia profusely this morning before they went to crash for a couple hours before leaving town. They gave me more of a gift for my birthday than they realize.