Page 96 of Body Shot

He captures my face with his hands. “Baby, do you have any idea how much teaching you things turns me on? It’s a hugeaphrodisiac, being the man to make you orgasm the first time…to go down on you the first time. I get to be your first everything. It’s awesome for me. And being the guy you trust enough to do all these things with? I kind of want to pound my chest and shit.”

I giggle. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or roll my eyes.”

“I like kissing better.”

So we do.

Soft and sweet and romantic. His hands skim my body as our tongues tangle, and I know it won’t be long before he’s inside me again.

“It’s going to be a long five weeks,” I whisper as he pulls me astride him.

“I know. But I’ve got a long road trip coming up, so we would have been apart for almost two of the next five weeks anyway. Thanksgiving will be here before you know it. And maybe, depending on how things are at work, you can fly down to Lauderdale for a weekend. I think we’re at home the first weekend in November.”

“That sounds wonderful. I don’t know how I’m going to survive without…this. For five weeks.”

His blue eyes turn a stormy navy color as he turns onto his back.

“It’ll be that much better when we’re finally together.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.” I don’t know how else to express what I’m feeling.

“So fucking much,” he agrees, his eyes hooded as he watches me rip open a condom that was conveniently waiting on the nightstand.

I roll it down without hesitation. Now that I’ve done it a few times, I’m more confident and I happily sink down on his cock.

“Anders…”

“I’m right here, baby.” He doesn’t move, merely watching as I wiggle on his lap.

“How can I be ready to do it again so soon after we just finished?”

“There’s a subconscious desperation going on, because we know how long we’re going to be apart. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re as sated as possible before I leave.”

I rest my hands on his chest, letting my hair fall forward as I stare down at him. “I don’t think it’s desperation so much as…lust. I love everything you do to me, everything you make me feel. I didn’t know it was possible to have these kinds of emotions over something physical.”

“It’s not always like this,” he says, putting his hands on my hips. “Sometimes sex is just sex. But this…well, we have something special, baby. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I hope you know that.”

Everything inside me melts into a puddle of emotional goo.

He hasn’t used the word love, but this is close enough.

I know it.

Feel it.

Want more of it.

All of it.

All of him.

“Make love to me, Anders.”

THIRTY-FIVE

Anders

For the firsttime in my career, my hockey schedule is frustrating me. There are no weekends between now and Thanksgiving that would work to fly Claudia in, and she can’t take off any days during the week. I thought that first weekend would work out, but we don’t actually get in until late on Friday night from another trip, and leave again Sunday morning, so it would be a lot of flying for her for us to barely spend any time together.

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