Page 108 of Home Ice

"Consider it the first part of a twenty-five-thousand part series. Every night until I turn one hundred. Might have to slow down to every other night at that point."

This time she pulls back for real, and I stop and turn around to face her. Her jaw is tense, and damn, if she isn't the prettiest woman I've ever seen, even when she's worrying. "That's a long time. I don't expect you to?—"

"Well, you should expect it. I could live forever with you, and it wouldn't be even a tenth of the time I want to spend at your side. I will never get enough of you, Lily. That strength you have that makes you a quiet force in the lives of everyone who knows you. That sweet way you have of making sure everyone is cared for. The way you pull people into your orbit and make them love you without even realizing it." I hold my fingertips to her chin and sweep my thumb across her lip to get her to stop worrying it. "That pretty smile that makes me feel like I'm the only man you see when you look at me. The way your eyes burn when you're turned on. Just like they are now. The way your clit swells," I whisper. "The heat your pussy puts off when it wants me inside it." I slide my other hand along the front of her leggings until I'm cupping between her legs. "Just. Like. Now." I press my palm into her and draw a circle against her core to emphasize each of the words.

"Brant." I have to fight back my smile at hearing the sweet sound of her moaning my name. "Home."

"So you do want to go home now? You've changed your mind?" I press even harder into her, and her eyes roll. Not with sarcasm this time though. "Let's get you home, baby." She lets out a long breath as I drop my hands and lace my fingers through hers to lead her to my car.

"Morrison! Press room, five minutes. Get a fucking shower first, for Christ's sake." I swear Coach must have been standing outside the room waiting for me.

I shake my head. "Not happening Coach. Fine me, but I'm taking my girl home right now."

"You're not leaving, Richards?" Coach asks her.

"I'm not leaving."

Now that we're in the middle of the dressing room, I pull her tight against me. I'll never get over just how well she fits there at my side. How her curves fit into my body. How her shoulders nestle just below mine and at the perfect angle for my arm to rest across them. Everything about this woman seems like it was made just for me. "And the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we start celebrating that fact. And we are going to celebrate all night long and maybe into the morning." In the corner of my eye, I see Lily cover her face with her free hand, and I feel the heat flood her body as the players who are still left in the dressing room whoop their support.

"Knock it off, ya' shit for dicks," Coach yells at them. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Richards."

"Me too." She drops her hand to return his smile.

Coach examines us for a second and then turns to face the others. "Morning skate is cancelled. Morrison and our girl are going to need some recovery time after all that... celebrating."

Lily rises to her toes to whisper in my ear. "I'm going to suffocate you in your sleep for this."

"It's going to be a long, long time before either of us sleeps," I whisper back.

A quick moan escapes her lips before she has time to clamp them down. "Door."

"Door." I nod, and we might as well be sprinting toward the parking lot as fast as we're moving and as hard as my heart is beating.

I open the passenger door to my SUV and wait for Lily to get in before closing it. Then I dash to the other side. As soon as I'm in the car, her hand is on my thigh.

"We could..." She slides her fingers up my exposed leg that just a second ago was cold from the January air.

I close my eyes. The nerves in my leg are practically jumping now. There's no way I'll have enough of her touch even when I'm one hundred. I wrap my hand around hers and pull it to my mouth and kiss her palm. My tongue traces a line from her pinky to the base of her thumb. Her skin has just a hint of salt. "No, we're doing it right for our first time. At home, where I can taste every fucking centimeter of you and then fuck you all night."

She giggles, and the sound makes my dick twitch. "This isn't our first time. Far from it."

"First time since you decided to stay. I believe in celebrating all the firsts."

"That could be lots of celebrating. Are you up for that?"

I lower her hand to my dick so she can feel just how hard I am. "Are you?" She nods. "Good. Now be a good girl and keep your hand right there while I get us home."

She wraps her hand around my dick. Even through my underwear, I'm so sensitive I swear I feel the ridges of her fingerprints. "Right here?" she asks before giving a quick stroke up to my tip and then gliding back to my base.

Fucking Christ. This might be a bad idea. The kind of bad idea that ends up with my SUV wrapped around a utility pole. "Right there, baby. Can you do that for me?" I press the button to start the car, flick the gear shift to reverse, and she squeezes me so hard my foot slips off the brake. The automatic emergency braking is the only reason we don't crash into the car parked behind us.

"Oops. Maybe I shouldn't do that?"

"Fuck," I say with a long exhale. "What is it with you and this parking lot? No squeezing or stroking. Not until we get home. Okay?"

She nods, and I flick the shifter to drive and pull away. The tires squeal as I press the accelerator down, but as soon as I pull onto the street, we come to a stop. Just one of thousands of vehicles leaving the sports district. I scan the street ahead of me and see a police officer directing traffic. Behind him there's a closed alley that I know runs at least six blocks. Far enough to get us out of this mess.

"Hang on." I crank the steering wheel hard to the left. The engine gives a soft roar as I accelerate down the street, going in the wrong direction.

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