Her fingers dug into the sheet, and she would have buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries, but he had her hair, exerting a constant pressure that increased almost to the point of pain when she dropped her head.
Over and over he drove into her, deeper and faster, until she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore. And then he reached around and stroked her clit, and she might have screamed—she didn’t even care—when the pleasure blew her world apart.
Her body was still shaking when Will let go of her hair and turned her onto her side, one leg caught between his and the other draped over his arm, pulled up toward her chest. Three hard thrusts and then he came with a guttural groan and pushed hard into her, his breath blowing in hard puffs across her heated skin.
As his body started to go limp, he withdrew and sank to his side so she could untangle her legs from his. She heard a couple of tissues being pulled from the box, and then his body wrapped around hers. He kissed her hair and her neck and her shoulder—a dozen tiny kisses.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“Same,” he whispered back, still trying to catch his breath. Then he kissed her shoulder again. “You are one hell of a beautiful woman, Kristen Burke.”
Even though she was pretty solid on the whole loving-her-curvy-body front, the words still made her smile because they weren’t just words. He looked at her like she was beautiful, and she could feel it in the way he touched her.
She was glad she hadn’t sent him home when she found out who he was, because Will “Cross” Lecroix fucked even better than he played hockey, and the man was bound for the Hall of Fame.
As her breathing slowed and muscles she knew were going to be the delicious kind of sore tomorrow relaxed, she snuggled deeper against him and closed her eyes. It was the opposite of what she should be doing, she thought. She should be getting up. Offering him a goodbye drink. But she liked the feel of his big, hard body spooning hers.
She was going to get up and send him on his way…in just another minute.
* * *
Will was almostasleep when he heard a sound that had him wide awake again. “Was that your front door?”
Kristen lifted her head off his chest as a man’s voice called her name from the living room.
“Oh shit.” She scrambled off the bed and pulled on her robe. “It’s Erik.”
Oh shitindeed. “How did he get in?”
“He’s my brother. Security doesn’t pay any attention to him, and he has a key.”
“And he doesn’t knock?” They were both out of bed now, speaking barely above whispers.
“He’s supposed to, but sometimes he forgets. He always texts me to tell me he’s coming over, but my phone is...shit, in my coat pocket probably.” She tied the knot in her robe’s sash with a quick yank. “Stay here.”
“Kristen, are you here?” Just hearing Burke’s voice grated on his nerves.
“Hold on,” she called before turning back to Will to hiss, “Donotleave this room.”
They’d get out of this, Will thought as he pulled on his boxer briefs. Burke never had to know he was here.
But as Kristen told her brother to maybe knock first because she had company and reached back to pull her bedroom door closed, the angles of her apartment betrayed them. Will snatched his shirt off the floor and stood just in time to get a glimpse of the living room in her bedroom mirror, where he looked Erik Burke’s reflection right in the eye.
“What the fuck?” he heard as the door swept closed, breaking the unfortunate eye contact.
“Erik, don’t!”
Will heard Kristen, but there was no way she was going to keep Burke from coming through that door, so he tossed his shirt onto the bed. He wasn’t going to face the guy with his arms stuck half through the sleeves.
Sure enough, over Kristen’s loud objections, Erik Burke opened the door and walked in. His face was red, his mouth was twisted in fury, and his hands were already balled into fists.
Well, shit.This was going to hurt. “Look, man, I didn’t know Kristen was your sister when I met her.”
“You fucking liar. I kicked your ass and put you out of the game, so…what? You go after my sister for payback, like a little bitch?”
“Erik, he didn’t know. Neither of us did.”
“Stay out of this, Kris.”
