My body is on fire from the heat coursing through my veins. I dig my fingernails into his back, and he groans in response. He peels his lips from mine, and our eyes meet. Duke looks like he wants to devour me as he pounds into me.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he says.
The moment I clamp down on his shoulders, he slides me up and down like I weigh nothing, slamming into me with each thrust. I scream his name, and a wild look crosses his face. An orgasm shakes through me so fast and intense it hits me like a hurricane. I can tell Duke is just warming up. This is foreplay for him. I’m a sweaty, tired mess, and he looks like he could go all night.
“Can you handle more?”
“Uh-huh.” I lean my head back against the wall. “Don’t stop.”
In one swift motion, he spins us around, and my back hits the mattress. Duke rocks into me, planting soft kisses on my neck and jaw before making his way to my lips. He moves slower than before, taking his time with me. I appreciate the change of pace because I’m already sore and biting back the pain. Duke slides deeper and deeper, and my body tingles from head to toe.
He kisses his way from my mouth to my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze the tiny bud, and my moans turn to screams. The combination of his teeth and tongue set off every pleasure spot at once. He quickens his pace, still licking and sucking on my nipples as he digs his fingers into my sides. Our bodies move together, his thrusts matching mine.
Duke reaches between us to roll his thumb over my clit, and my eyes snap shut. A moan tears from my lungs. He groans, and then lifts my leg over his shoulder, sliding deeper inside me. My muscles tighten around him, and his pace quickens. Heat licks my skin, rolling down my arms as an intense sensation spreads throughout my body.
I come again, and eventually, Duke rides out his high, chasing it like another victory. Sweaty but not out of breath, he collapses on top of me. He gives me a quick kiss and then rolls onto the other side of the mattress.
“Is that what you had in mind?” Duke asks with a satisfied grin.
I curl up with him. “My reality is so much better than my fantasies.”
“I improvised,” he says in a playful tone.
“No, I think you can read minds. Because that was exactly what I’d imagined.”
He cups my breast, pinching my nipple between his finger as he rolls me onto my side. “You think you can handle more?”
Shocked, I choke out, “You’re ready to go again?”
Duke presses his erection into my ass. “I’m always ready.”
“Hockey players,” I mutter.
Chapter Twenty
Duke
I stand at the entrance to the rink next to Lila. She slips her fingers between mine and squeezes my hand. Lila is terrified of Max playing in her first game. For the past week, she’s been panicking, afraid Max will get hurt. I couldn’t lie to her. At some point, Max will get hurt. Hockey is a rough sport.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Lila covers her mouth with her gloved hand and shivers.
“Max can handle it,” I assure her, wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm. “I taught Max what she needs to know. She’s more prepared than her teammates. And by the looks of it,” I say, pointing at the team practicing at the other end of the rink, “Max is the best on the ice. I’m not worried.”
The girls on the opposing team look like they’re chasing their tails. They have no idea what they’re doing. A blonde girl skates away from the net with the puck. She doesn’t seem to grasp the concept. Two girls, who look like sisters, are busy waving at their parents in the stands, oblivious to their surroundings. Their coach looks irritated, and I don’t blame her. I don’t have the patience to teach youth hockey.
I cup Lila’s shoulder when I see the concern furrowing her brows and pull her closer. “Trust me, Doc. Max will be fine.”
She relaxes into me and rests her head against my chest. “I hope so. I worry about her all the time. She’s not like other kids.”
“Max is better than other kids.”
Lila smiles. “I feel like she’s growing up so fast.”
“I remember when Kat got accepted into college. I didn’t want her to go. I begged her to stay in Chicago with my dad.”
“You get it,” she sighs. “It’s hard to let them do their own thing. I want to make every decision for her, but I also don’t want to hold her back from doing what she loves.”
“Yeah, I know that feeling. At least Kat didn’t date in high school or college. I was afraid she would bring some idiot home and that I’d have to rearrange his face.”