Page 18 of My Athlete Neighbor

"Kane!" But she was laughing.

Their food arrived, but Allison barely tasted it. She was too aware of Kane's every movement—the flex of his forearms as he cut his steak, the way his lips curved around the rim of his beer glass, how his eyes kept finding hers with increasing heat.

The conversation flowed easier now, ranging from funny neighbor stories to childhood memories. Kane told her about learning to skate on a frozen pond behind his house. She shared tales of growing up in her grandfather's shadow. They compared notes on Mrs. Peterson's various attempts at matchmaking among the building residents.

"Did you know she tried to set up Dmitri with her granddaughter?" Kane asked, grinning. "The language barrier was a struggle. She wanted to learn Russian. So he taught her to swear and now that's all they say to each other in the hallway."

"Better than what she tried with Mr. Collins and the lady from 3C."

"Oh god, the cat incident?" Kane shuddered dramatically. "We don't talk about that."

Allison found herself leaning closer across the table, drawn in by his warmth and charm. The earlier awkwardness hadcompletely dissolved, replaced by an easy intimacy that felt both exciting and comfortable.

When the server dropped off their check, Kane's hand found hers again. "Come up for coffee?"

The invitation sparked heat low in her belly. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours." His voice roughened. "My apartment could have too many interruptions.”

The elevator ride to her floor was charged with anticipation. Kane stood close enough that she could feel his body heat, smell his cologne. His fingers brushed her lower back as they walked to her door, and she fumbled with her keys.

"Here." He steadied her hand, then pressed her against the door as soon as it closed behind them. "Let me help with that."

The kiss was nothing like their interrupted moments in the equipment room. This was slower, deeper, full of promise. Kane took his time, one hand tangled in her hair while the other traced the curve of her hip. Allison melted into him, all her earlier doubts forgotten in the heat of his touch.

"Coffee?" she managed when they came up for air.

"Later." He kissed down her neck, making her gasp. "I have other priorities right now."

They left a trail of clothes between the door and her bedroom, pausing for heated kisses against various surfaces. When they finally tumbled onto her bed, Kane propped himself up on one elbow to look at her.

"You're beautiful." His voice was rough with emotion. "I want to spend more time with you. And not just because of some lucky puck."

His fingers traced along her arms, then up to her face, cupping her cheeks and brushing his thumbs across her lips.

"Touch me," she whispered, roaming her hands over his broad shoulders and well-defined abs.

Kane trailed kisses down from her lips to her breasts, his tongue swirling around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He then switched to the other, repeating the motion. Allison's breath hitched as he continued this sensual exploration. With one hand on the nape of his neck pulling him closer, she felt his erection pressing hard against her thigh.

His kisses seared her skin, each one a promise of more to come. Kane moved lower, stopping to swirl his tongue around her navel before continuing down her stomach. As he reached the juncture of her thighs, he paused to look up at her, dark eyes filled with desire. Allison nodded in silent approval, and he lowered himself, his warm breath against her inner thighs causing shivers to run down her spine.

His tongue slowly explored her wetness, while she quivered. Kane gently traced circles around Allison's clit. Her hips arched off the bed. When she was writhing beneath him, he slid two fingers inside her. She moaned in appreciation. As he began thrusting them in and out, he intensified his attention on her clit, enveloping it between his lips and sucking lightly

"You taste so good," he whispered.

Allison cried out as he stroked her fast. His other hand found its way back up to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly as she writhed beneath him.

Her moans grew louder as she felt the pleasure build. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as she whispered his name over and over again. She shivered into an intense orgasm that had her shuddering with bliss. Kane continued to lavish attention on her, kissing and caressing her sensitive areas, his breath hot against her skin. Allison trembled, recovering from the intensity of her orgasm.

As he moved back up to meet her lips, she could taste herself on his tongue. Kane's cock was hard against her thigh, and she wanted to feel him inside her.

“There’s a condom in the bedside table,” she said, feeling a little shy.

His broad grin chased that away and she watched in rapt fascination as he tore open the packet with his teeth and eagerly rolled the condom down his thick member.

He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock through her drenched folds.

"Please," she whispered.

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