Page 34 of Power Play

“I can take it any way you give it to me,” she says.Jesus.I lean forward and turn her head toward her shoulder so I can kiss her. I bite her bottom lip gently and then grab her hips, pulling her ass up to me. I lick the pads of my fingers, then let them glide through her wetness. Before I push myself back into her, I take one more long lick, making her body shudder.

God, she’s delicious.

And this angle? Fuckme. Literally.

I push myself into her, gripping onto her hips and moving faster and faster until I know I’m close. I reach around to her pussy, letting my fingers massage her until I hear her breathing start to hitch again. She clutches onto the covers in front of her, the sound of her moans in sync with my every move inside of her. She lets go with one hand to grab hold of my wrist, her nails digging into me so deep I may be bleeding. But I barely feel the pain.

“Yes, Levi, oh, my fucking…oh my…” she cries out, and then I feel her grip on me loosen. When I know she’s coming, I let myself explode inside of her as I come crashing down.

I lift myself onto my forearms so I’m not completely crushing her, both of us panting like we just ran a mile. We’re covered in each other’s sweat. I’m covered in her juices, and I’m seeing stars. I lean forward to kiss her temple before sliding down and out of her. And as I peel off the condom, I picture, for a moment, how fucking beautiful it would be to see my cum dripping out of her. To have claimed her like that. To have her feel me and for me to feel her.

But I shake my head, throw the condom away, and grab a towel from the sink. I walk back to her, and she goes to sit up, reaching for it.

“Ah-ah,” I say, motioning for her to lie back down. She does slowly, and I roll her over to her back. I spread her legs apart and wipe her off, then chuck the towel across the room. I lean forward for one more kiss, and she smiles at me. “Let’s go get cleaned up,” I tell her, taking her hand.

CHAPTERTWELVE

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He’s leadingme into the bathroom, and as I walk past the mirror, I becomeveryaware of everything that has transpired in the last few hours.

I went to a professional hockey game with a professional hockey player and hung out all night withmoreprofessional hockey players. Then, that same professional hockey player, whom I have been mildly obsessed with for the better part of the last decade, paid for a hotel room for me, helped me put my drunk brother to bed, then took me into his room and made me see literal stars, demolishing any amateur fantasy about him I had ever had. Now, he’s running the water for us, and he’s pulling me into the shower with him. This is alotfor a Thursday night. Especially for someone like me.

He holds a hand under the water to test the temperature, and when he’s sure it’s good, he pulls me further into it, stepping back so I can get under the water. He spins me around so that we’re facing each other. I look up at him and smile, taking a mental snapshot of him like this. Beads of water on his face and chest, his dirty-blond hair slicked back. Dark-blue eyes narrowed on me, eyebrows knit together. He’s beautiful. Sixteen-year-old me is screaming right now.

And for a short while, he was mine.

I guess, technically, he still is—for now.

I close my eyes for a second, breathing it all in, trying to remember every single detail about this. About the way he’s running his hands down my hair, soaking it in the water and lathering it with shampoo. About the way he’s rinsing it out so gently and running the washcloth around my body, spinning me around slowly to rinse me off.

I’m not an idiot. He’s a gorgeous, rich, professional athlete. I know he’s probably done this—and probably alotof other things—with alotof other women. This may just be a blip to him, one day looking back on the escapades he’s had.

But for me, it’ll be the night the boy—well, the man now—I always wanted, wanted me back. The night he took me and knew what I needed better than I did myself. It’ll be the night he took care of me in every single way you can take care of another person. And I don’t want to forget a single moment of it.

He washes himself, sticking parts of himself under the water one at a time, refusing to switch spots with me.

“Stay under and keep warm,” he says, dipping his head under the water to let the shampoo run out. I laugh and shake my head.

“I’ll survive,” I tell him.

“I know you would,” he says matter-of-factly.

He reaches around me and turns off the water, and as he does, I take the opportunity to get up close and personal with every nook and cranny and muscle of his body. He really is an ice god.

He reaches for the towels that hang on a rack above the toilet, handing me one first and wrapping the other around his waist. I wring out my hair and wrap it around me, and he steps out and takes my hand. I go to move, but he stands directly in front of me, blocking me. I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me, eyes hooded. He holds my chin between his thumb and index finger, then bends down to kiss me, light and lovely.

We walk back into the room, which I am now realizing is actually a suite, and he grabs a pair of boxers out of his bag while I rummage through mine. I quickly pull on a new pair of panties and the extra-large t-shirt I brought with me, wishing now that I had brought some sexier nightwear. I quickly braid my hair and tie it off, and then I pause when I see him pulling the covers down.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up at me. “You’re not thinking about hitting it and quitting it, are you?” He smiles. I chuckle and shake my head.

“No. I just… I don’t usually wear pants to bed, so I, uh…didn’t bring any,” I say. He snaps his fingers.

“Darn,”he says sarcastically. Then he shrugs. “Why start now?” He pats the bed. “Get over here.”

I smile and walk across the floor, and he reaches for me as soon as I’m close enough. He pulls me into him, lifting me onto the bed. He reaches across me and turns off the bedside lamp, then fluffs our pillows before wrapping an arm around me, tugging me into his bare chest.

Once I’m settled into the shape of his body, I hear him chuckle.

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