Page 99 of Defensive Zone

Chapter 18

Max collapsed on top of Gabi with a groan. Her hands lightly trailed up his spine and down his sides. He shifted away with a growl when she found a ticklish spot.

“Don’t,” he muttered into her neck, as he teased the spot on her hip that always made her giggle. It was only fair.

She gasped. “Oh my god, Max. Stop.”

He lifted his head, looking down into her eyes. They sparkled with humor and satisfaction that filled his chest with warmth. He loved her like this. Actually, he just loved her. Not that he was planning to let that slip anytime soon.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked.

“Tickling me so I have to pee, yes.”

She sighed when he leaned down and nuzzled her neck. Then she threaded her hands in his hair, holding him close for a moment, before she nudged him to the side.

“Be right back,” she said, slipping from the bed to go to the bathroom.

He watched her walk away. Her long hair. That perfect, biteable ass. God damn, she was a vision. And fuck, he wanted her all the time.

They’d spent almost every night together over the last two weeks—at least all the nights he was home. They’d had one last away trip earlier in the week, and he’d hated not seeing her for four days, at least not in person. They’d video chatted more than once.

The regular season had ended a few days ago and tomorrow night was the first playoff game against Calgary. The Strikers had ended up first in their division, so the first two playoff games would be at home. He couldn’t wait to see his family decked out for the games. He was amped and ready to go.

He watched her walk toward him, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He loved how confident she was with her naked body around him, and she should be—she was a knockout.

“I think you should spend all of your time walking toward me and away from me without any clothes on,” he said.

She laughed, her cheeks still pink from the orgasm he’d given her a few minutes before. “You’re incorrigible,” she said, grabbing her shirt from the floor.

“Ah ah ah,” he said, sitting up and pulling her back into bed, throwing her shirt on the other side of the room.

“Max, I have to go back to my room,” she said, but she didn’t fight him when he rolled her underneath his body.

“You could stay here,” he said, nuzzling that spot behind her ear that she loved.

“Max,” she moaned. “We talked about this.”

“I want to wake up with you,” he grumbled. “Don’t you want that, too?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“So stay,” he said. Part of him wanted to talk about it more, figure out exactly where they were, but the other part of him didn’t want to rock the boat. She was in his arms and his bed right now, and he just needed to be more persuasive.

“Maybe for a little while,” she said, and then she sealed her lips to his.

He gave in with a groan. Reality could wait.

“Holy hell, Max. Shouldn’t you save some of your energy for tomorrow night?” she asked an hour later after another round of mind-blowing orgasms.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He would never get enough of her. The sounds of bliss falling from her lips were hot as hell.

And when she gasped his name.

Fuck.

“I have plenty of energy for tomorrow,” he boasted, in between pants of air.

“You sound winded. I should go back to my room,” she said.

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