Page 67 of Power Pucking Play

I'm too focused on the here and now. Too focused on thrusting into Lexi with everything I've got. Too focused on how the water splashing around us is drowned out by the symphony of her moans and my hushed whispers.

"You feel that, Lex? How perfectly you take me?" I murmur against her ear, feeling her shudder in response. With each movement, her gasps grow louder, urging me to go deeper, harder.

"I love how you wrap around me," I continue, my voice rough and low, "like you were made for this, made for me."

Her nails dig into my shoulders, and that delightful bite of pain pushes me to go harder. Lexi's breathing turns ragged, and I know she's close—her moans cresting into a sweet crescendo of pleasure.

"Come for me, beautiful," I coax, pounding into her with an unyielding rhythm.

And then she breaks, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave, her body clenching and trembling against mine. I hold hertight, soaking in every second, every sensation of that exquisite moment as she screams my name.

She moans against my lips as I come inside her, her fingers tangling in my wet hair. And I know that this is where I belong. In this moment with this woman who has become everything to me.

The water eventually runs cold, but we don't care. We stay wrapped up in each other until our skin shrivels and the bathroom is filled with steam.

As I drop her to her feet, Lexi shivers in my arms, and I reach behind her to shut off the shower.

"Well," I say, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice, "that was the best shower I've ever taken."

She smacks my chest lightly, but I don't miss the way her lips twitch, fighting a smile. "Oh yeah? I'm sure a famous pro hockey player like you has taken plenty of...steamy showers."

I gaze down at her, the mirth gone from my grin. Suddenly, everything feels serious as I reach for a towel, wrapping it around her. "None like that, sweetheart. Only with you."

She looks up at me, hazel eyes glazing, and I kiss her wet forehead.

"C'mere," I beckon. I gently dry her off, making sure to pay extra attention to her soft curves, eliciting a contented sigh from her. As I finish up, I hand her a fluffy robe and help her put it on.

"Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around me.

I hold her close, feeling the warmth of our bodies radiating through the plush fabric. "Always."

We stand there for a moment, just holding each other, before reality comes diving back in. We have to get dressed.

I have a game. She has a job. Both we need to save.

By the time we're back in the bedroom, I'm already reaching for my game-day suit. Lexi pulls on her clothes, and I can't help but watch as the fabric hugs her curves in all the right places.

"You know," I say, smiling as my gaze glues to her ass. "After the game tonight, we can make a night of it."

"Make a night of what?" Lexi asks, turning to face me with a raised eyebrow.

I shrug. "Celebrating our win."

"You haven't even played the game yet."

I pull on my suit jacket. "A minor detail."

Lexi laughs and shakes her head. "And what would this night consist of?"

"Me. You. Pineapple pizza and a showing ofGoodfellas."

"Pineapple pizza? Really?"

I nod, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

She rolls her eyes but smiles. "Fine, but only because you're cute when you beg."

I grin triumphantly. "I can beg all night if that means I get to spend it with you." I close the distance between us, pulling her into a kiss, and my thoughts wander. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about earlier? Before I so rudely interrupted you."

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