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He made a face. “Really?Perfect?C’mon.”
She smiled. She was glowing. “Come here,” she said. “I need you by my side.”
He crawled up the bed and laid next to her, wrapped his giant burly arm around her body. He pulled her tight against his body. They barely knew each other, and yet she’d never felt so comfortable with anyone in her life.
“I can’t even tell you how good that was,” she said with a deeply satisfied sigh. “Like, mind-blowingly good. Okay? So good, it doesn’t even qualify as sex anymore. It was like … an experience. Nothing I’ve ever had compares.”
Dane tutted. “Yeah, okay. Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you? I get it, I’m not very good, but with a little practice I’m sure I’ll get bett—”
“No, Dane. I’m serious. Whatever you did … keep doing it. Always. Forever.”
“Seriously?” he asked, his voice going up. “Then what the hell? What about what my ex said? That I’m clumsy and sloppy or whatever?”
“Dane. Your ex was either trying to hurt you, or she isinsane.”
Did that girl realize how many earth-shattering orgasms she’d stolen from other girls? Selfishly, though, Austen wasgladall those girls had missed out. If they had any idea what that hockey hunk’s tongue could do, there was nowaythey’d ever let him get away …
Austen turned around and planted a wet kiss on the athlete’s mouth. She could taste her tang on his lips, an erotic taboo that made her whimper and yearn to repay the favor. Her mouth watered at the thought of her lips wrapped around his thick cock.
“You. Are.Mine,” she said, her hands quickly unclasping his belt.
Chapter 38
Dane
Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack, clack.
Dane was still half-asleep when a repetitive noise roused him. The sweet aroma of coffee was in the air. He opened his eyes and saw Austen in bed next to him, propped up against a stack of pillows, tapping away at her laptop.
Seeing her made him smile. He ran his hand down his naked body. His thighs and groin were sticky with dried sweat and juices. They’d screwed long after the sun came up—in her bed, on her little couch, on all fours on her carpet. They’d given in to sleep only when they finally ran out condoms. His cock happily stirred at the pleasant memories.
“Mm,” he grumbled. “Hey.”
“Oh! You’re awake,” she said, smiling at him. “How’d you sleep?”
The truth was, his body ached. It was hard for a guy with a six-foot-four frame to get comfortable on a full-size bed; even when he slept diagonally, his legs dangled over the edge of the mattress. He’d slept in a California King bed ever since his rookie year and never looked back. Not that he’d tell Austen any of that—he could tell she was sensitive about that kind of thing.
“Good,” he said.
He stared at her. She wore lacy panties, and her hard nipples poked through her tank-top. He tried to roll onto his side to cuddle up next to her, but a weight on his stomach stopped him. Dane peeked down to see a big orange-and-white tabby cat sitting right on top of his chest. He petted the feline’s large head. “Who’s this handsome fella?”
“That’s Bad Cat.”
“Bad Cat?” Dane laughed. The kitty craned his neck to get a chin scratching. “You seriously named your cat that? Aw, poor guy.”
“No, I originally named him Wally. But he’s much more of a Bad Cat than a Wally. Don’t feel bad for him, because trust me, he’s earned his name.”
“He doesn’t seem like a bad cat. He seems like a sweet guy.”
She sighed. “He loves men, that’s why. If you weren’t here, he’d be knocking something off the shelf, or tipping his water bowl over, or slashing my ankles from beneath the couch every time I walked by. He’s kind of a jerk like that.”
“Ohhh, you’re saying he’s a pest.” Dane pat Bad Cat’s head. “Is that what you are, Bad Cat? A pest? Just stirrin’ shit up out on the ice, like a little Reavo?”
Bad Cat loudly purred.
“Ugh,” Austen said with a grin. “Look how much he loves it when you talk to him like that. He’s so proud of himself.”
“Well, sorry, Bad Cat, but you gotta go.” Dane lifted the cat off his chest and set him aside. Bad Cat grumbled and bolted elsewhere.
