Page 79 of Man Advantage

Trev chuckled. “True.”

“Are you going to be able to move tonight?”

He scoffed, and as his fingertips drifted along my spine, he said, “We didn’t gothathard.”

I pulled back to peer up at him. “Oh really? So you were half-assing it?”

Trev rolled his eyes and drew me back in. “Shut up.”

I laughed, and from the way his body was shaking, he was laughing too.

“To answer your question,” he murmured, “yes, I’ll be able to skate tonight.” He paused. “Did you still want to come to the game? Even if the boys are with Bryan?”

“Obviously. I love going with them, but I also like to just be able to focus on the game, you know?”

“So you’re not bored of hockey yet?”

I eyed him again. “I’ve been going to your games since we were like eight. If I’m not bored of it yet, it’s not gonna happen.”

That got an adorably sweet but tired smile out of him. “You didn’t get bored back then?”

“Are you kidding? Especially once you guys started checking—I mean, what’s not to love?”

“Ooh, so you just came to watch people knock me around.” He rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

“What? No! I came to watch you knock people around. Which… you did. Eventually.”

He just laughed, kissed my forehead, and reeled me back in again. In his youth hockey days, he’d been a little afraid of hitting, and he’d been slammed into the boards many, many times. Then two things had happened at once—he’d had a growth spurt, and he’d started hitting back. By the end of that season, he wasn’t getting knocked around anymore. Not as much, anyway.

And now? Well, now there was nothing timid about him on the ice.

I couldn’t wait to watch him play tonight just like I couldn’t wait to watch him any night.

I trailed a fingertip up his back, making him shiver. “How much energy do you think you’ll have after the game?”

Trev gasped, squirming in my arms, and his thickening hard-on brushed against my hip. “Oh, I think I can find some energy tonight.”

“Yeah?” I pressed against him. “What about this morning?”

He groaned softly. “I have to leave soon for the morning skate.” He loosened his embrace, and I had a second to be mildly disappointed before he added, “Plenty of time for a quickie, though.”

He was not wrong.

I’d always loved watching Trev play hockey. I’d always thought he was sexy on the ice.

When I was watching him from the owners’ box with a head full of dirty thoughts and memories? Ooh, God. Two amazing weeks into this, that novelty hadn’t even begun to wear off.

In the days since we’d started fooling around, we’d been at it every chance we could get. He’d been gone on a road trip the last few nights, and he’d flown in late last night, so we hadn’t done much for a few days. Well, aside from this afternoon; he’dalmostbeen late getting out the door because—I mean, what can I say? He had the audacity to come down the stairs in a bespoke brown suit, and I didn’t think I was out of line thinking he should rail me over the back of the couch before he left. The fact that he spent almost twenty minutes licking me until I came before he finally manhandled me around and fucked me? Well, that had been his choice.

I smothered a laugh at my own stupid thought. I’d been in this ridiculous, giddy headspace since the first night I’d wound up in his bed, and I loved it. I loved the way just seeing him movemade my whole body light up with memories of his hands or his mouth on me, or of his cock moving inside me.

It didn’t help when the guys came out for warmups. There was a particular stretch hockey players often did that was both obscene and hilarious. They’d kneel on the ice with their knees as wide as possible, then lean down onto their hands and… Listen, I wasn’t the only one who thought it looked like they were trying to fuck the ice. I’d teased Trev about it plenty of times when we were younger.

Tonight, watching those narrow hips move like that while I remembered having my legs wrapped around them before he’d left for the airport a few days ago? Oh, fuck. Was it hot in here?

Squirming in my seat, I fought back a smile just so a stray camera didn’t catch me looking as loopy as I felt.

Did I ever feel this way with Daniel? Because if I did, I don’t remember.

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