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“I’m good,” she said quietly, looking up at me.
I kissed her lightly, and towed her back to my room. Clicking the door closed behind her, I started to strip off. A small whimper stopped me.
When I raised my gaze to her, Willow stared at me with wide eyes, her palms pressed to the air at her back. I frowned for a second, then took a step forward. She took a step back. I took another step forward. Repeat.
We kept at it, her letting me stalk her until her ass hit the door. I caged her in with my arms braced on either side of her head, dipping down to steal a soft kiss.
She sighed, her hands dropping to my chest. Her touch tentative, she began to explore.
I sucked in a deep breath and caught her wrists in one hand, raising them over her head. “I made you a promise, Princess. No sex tonight. But that means you can’t torture me, either.”
Then I kissed her the way I’d imagined back in the locker room. Hard, rough, and claiming. Willow whimpered, tugging at my hold until I slowed my kisses, deepened them. She tilted her head back, arching up to me, those little whimpers evolving into deeper moans of need and want. Her fingers closed around my hands, gripping tight as I pressed her to the wall with my body.
“Do you always hold to your promises?” she gasped when I drew back.
I gave her a slow, languid once over, drawing her arms around my neck. “Always.” Hoisting her into my arms, I crossed to my bed, and dropped her onto it. “I have to clean up, Princess. Then, I’m going to sleep. With you. Sleep naked, in your clothes or get something of mine from the cupboard. Be comfortable.” I kissed her again. Damn, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to wake up with the scent of her all over me, and through my sheets. I leaned a little closer, brushing my lips over her ear, licking the sensitive spot just beneath where her neck sloped to meet her shoulder. She stifled a moan. “But I didn’t say anything about tomorrow.”
Her moan was louder this time. A long, slow shiver worked its way over her beneath my hand. Goosebumps erupt on her skin in a slow wave. Pushing back from her, I headed for a scalding hot shower, intent on washing this morning, the game away. Then Willow could curl up around me the way she had earlier. I stroked my cock a few times, wondering if she might be doing the same. The thought of her coming in my bed made me harder. I stopped with effort, and once the hot water had done its work, I switched it to blistering cold.
The shower worked wonders. I stepped out, fresh and far less aroused than when I had stepped into the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I realized how much of the day I had missed. Gage had made his point well. I had no argument with what the team had done on my behalf. I’d do it for them in a heartbeat.
The lights were off in my room. I slid under the covers, my heart stopping for a moment when I thought she wasn’t there. Her hands brushed over my thigh and she pulled me into her body, curling around me and kissing me with every inch of the passion I’d given her earlier.
And just like that, arousal hit me as hard as hell and I needed her again.
But I had promised her.
My fingertips brushed over her, encountering bare skin. Sa=wallowing, I drew my hand upward, and encountered soft material. I leaned down to inhale her. Definitely one of mine.
That single thought made my chest ache all the more. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing sleep to come on fast and hard.
She gave a little shimmy against me.
I caught her hips, pinning her to the bed with just enough force to elicit a gasp. “Danm, girl. You need to rein that in cause I can’t give you the fucking I want to be your first with me until I’ve had some sleep.” I paused and cracked one eye open. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
She snorted, very unladylike. “Hell, no.”
I grinned, winding my arms around her tighter. “Good.”
“Crush?” Willow’s light touch on my arm gave voice to her hesitation, but I found her hand with mine, curling my fingers tightly around hers. She sighed softly, stoking her hand along my stomach and over my thigh. Her body was relaxed against mine, and I suspected she hadn’t known she’d done it.
I rose to the occasion anyway, rather painfully making it to half-mast despite my exhaustion, or maybe because of it. “Girl, if you think I can be energetic after the beating I just took, you don’t know hockey.”
“I used to know basketball and after a win, everything turned to parties and alcohol.” She dropped her gaze.
“We won?” Where the hell was my head at? I hadn’t thought to ask, and more importantly, neither my boys nor Coach had thought to tell me. I covered my shock, though I didn’t miss the hesitation in her words and wondered what sort of drugs the ex boyfriend had been into. My blood boiled at the thought of anyone being out of control with her.
“Yes. Didn’t you know?” she tilted her head to one side, looking up at me.
I stroked her hair, pushing aside the win and focusing on something that riled my blood as I traced over her shoulders. “Did he hurt you?” I asked, tugging her closer until she curled on my chest, our legs entangled. “The basketball prick?”
She giggled into my chest as I wound my arms around her, and drew her knees up over mine like a damn kitten wound around me.
“I don’t know that he was a prick. Well, sometimes. Okay, often. He got…angry.” She chose her words with care, and my rage simmered a little hotter.
“Was he bad after a game?” I asked softly.
“Not initially. At first, he was fine. Then he got all rowdy and showy with the hugs and kisses. But once we hit the party house, whichever one we were at, and he started to trash the other team, then he got nasty. There was always a fight, and he was always involved.”
