Page 31 of Love on the Ice

As I walk us across the street, I make the decision to take her to my room. I know the guys. They won’t say anything, at least not to her, but they might to me later. They’ll likely have some teasing to do, but I don’t give a fuck.

Lorelai wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I move swiftly toward the house. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I ache to be inside of her, and as much as I want to take this slowly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to.

I don’t think my body will let me.

Reaching for the side door, I open it, step through, and kick it closed with my foot. I can hear the television in the living room, but it’s not loud. After a game and celebrating that game, if we haven’t brought anyone home, we usually just relax in an attempt to unwind.

Our bodies are so exhausted and also filled with the remnants of adrenaline. Getting everything back to normal and relaxing enough to fall asleep takes time. Wordlessly, I climb the stairs, keeping Lorelai in my arms as I do.

One step at a time.

Until we’re in front of my bedroom door.

Lorelai looks over her shoulder at the closed door, then shifts her attention back to meet mine. Instead of saying anything, she lifts her hands from the grip she has on my shoulders and leans forward, pressing her lips against my own.

The kiss doesn’t deepen, but it doesn’t need to… at least not yet.

It will.

I cross the threshold into my space, then close and lock the door behind us before I place her down on her feet. She keeps her hands on my cheeks, looking into my eyes, and I know I will be forever changed in this moment.

LORELAI

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look up at him, unsure of what to do. It’s not like I’m a virgin, but I’m also not experienced in any way, shape, or form. So this is all new to me, and I feel very uncertain of what I’m supposed to be doing.

Thankfully, Reid takes the lead. He reaches out, wrapping his arm around my waist as he tugs me against his chest. He’s strong. So damn strong. Tall. I feel like I could fit in his pocket.

His whole body surrounds me.

I want it to.

I want him to.

He moves forward, meaning my feet are forced to step backward until the backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. Then he lowers his head, and his mouth touches mine. His tongue slips inside of my mouth, sweeping through and tasting me.

His hands fist my jersey at my stomach and slowly move it up my body. He breaks the kiss to pull it over my head, and I stand in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but my shoes, leggings, and bra.

“Next time I fuck you, Lorelai, you're going to be in my jersey with my name on it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine.

Pressing my thighs together, I squeeze them tightly at the thought of wearing his jersey while he's inside of me. His fingertips gently glide up my sides, around my back, and unhook my bra. Expertly. I don’t want to think about how well he does that.

Instead, I push that thought to the back of my mind and enjoy the way his hands feel on my body… every square inch of my body.

He slides my bra off my arms and tosses it to the side onto the floor. One of his hands moves around to my lower back and slides into the back of my leggings, beneath my panties, and grabs hold of my ass tightly.

“Reid,” I exhale.

He grins, his gaze searching mine. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

I can feel my cheeks tinting pink. “I thought you played amazing tonight. I mean, I don’t know anything about hockey, but you looked like you were in the middle of it all. Did you get hurt during that fight?”

I’m not sure why I started talking, or maybe more like rambling. I’m not sure what I’m doing or saying at this point, but I want to break the still silence of the room, so I just start word vomiting.

He releases me, and I miss the warmth of his firm grip on my ass, but as soon as I realize what he’s doing, I don’t mind it so much. He reaches for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulls it over his head before he tosses it to the floor.

Oh.

My.

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