Page 120 of Bombshells
“It’s going to be an exciting summer in Brooklyn,” I point out.
“Yep.” He gives me a smile, but it’s full of nerves. And then he rolls me onto my back, spreads his hot body out on top of me, and kisses me like it’s his last moment on Earth.
And, okay, I’m here for this. In a bossy, alpha maneuver, Anton stretches my arms overhead. I’m trapped beneath his eager body, getting kisses so hot they could power the sun.
I melt into the mattress and take it. Soon enough, we’re straining against one another, daring each other to take it further. There’s only one problem.
“What happened to ‘no nookie before games,’” I pant between kisses. That was one of his newest rules for himself. “And if you give me beard-burn, we’re gonna be so busted.”
Anton breaks our kiss and then laughs. “I’m sorry. I know I’m sending out mixed signals.” He lets go of my hands, and then kisses my neck softly.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I ruffle my hands through his overgrown hair. He and his teammates all look like mountain men. “Tell me why you’re so nervous today. Is it because you think you can’t win tonight?”
He looks down at me, those bright eyes warm and locked onto my own. “No, baby. It’s just the opposite. It’s because I think I can.”
“Yeah?” I roll to the side, so we’re eye to eye. “Explain.”
“I have a pretty long history of self-destructing right when my goals are in reach. I can’t let that happen this time.”
“But you won’t,” I promise him. “You’ve done everything right. It will either happen or it won’t.”
He leans in and gives me a snootch. That’s what he calls a nose kiss—it’s a Frankenword for smooch and snoot. “Thank you for coming here and helping me cinch up my bag of crazy.”
“Any time, okay? For what it’s worth, I’ll love you exactly the same amount no matter what happens. You know that, right?”
He gives a slow blink. “I do know that. And it’s worth a lot. It’s everything.”
I give him a sweet kiss. “Now let’s take a nap. You’ll feel better if you get an hour or two of shuteye.”
“Okay, baby. Good idea.” He gets up off the bed and kicks off his sweatpants. Then he pulls back the covers and gets into bed, while I set both of our Katt phones with alarms, just so he doesn’t have to worry about oversleeping.
Then I remove my sundress, put on a cotton tank top, and lie down beside him.
He curves his body around mine and sighs.
I close my eyes and try to relax, hoping he’ll settle down and rest.
But after a time, Anton’s lips begin tracing the back of my neck. And then his tongue comes out to play.
“Fuck it,” I say, rolling over to meet his kiss.
He pulls me in, and we come together in a slow slide of tongues and wandering hands. I hitch my knee up onto his hip, and he groans as his erection bumps against the fabric of my panties. “Baby, I think I need to break a rule.”
“Are you sure,” I breathe against his lips. The beard burn will totally be worth it.
“Rules are what you make of them,” he says, as his hand slides into my underwear.
“What…does that mean?” I gasp.
But the pleasure of his touch is so swift and consuming that when he mutters, “I have no idea,” I don’t bother asking for clarification.
We kiss and touch and free each other of any remaining clothes. I forget all about hockey, and I’m sure he does, too. There are only these sheets, and this man, and the perfection of this moment. When he lifts my leg up onto his shoulder and slides home, we both groan from the rightness of it.
“Love you,” he says, moving right away. Like he can’t stand to wait.
“Love you,” I echo as the pleasure builds. We gave up condoms right around the time we gave up sneaking around. And both the new birth control and the honesty have been equally freeing.
Today we set some kind of speed record for mutual satisfaction. It’s only a few minutes later when we pull into the station together, panting and groaning and then laughing at ourselves.
