“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel good, Harp.”
“You,” I pant, “do too—” Then I gasp again.
Because it’s right there and it’s stealing my words and?—
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
My orgasm burns through me and it’s enough to send Leo over the edge, his strokes going wild as he pounds into me, his mouth taking mine, swallowing down my moans, giving me back rasping groans that vibrate up through his chest as he comes right along with me.
On and on it flows, filling every single one of my cells with bliss.
I collapse back against the mattress, am barely aware of Leo’s heavy weight pressing into me.
I am aware when he gets up, and part of me braces. This is when he leaves, when the day ends and he got what he wanted and he goes home, never to be heard from again.
But after the toilet flushes and the sink turns on and off (yay for good hygiene), Leo doesn’t head for his pile of clothes.
Instead, he climbs into my bed and gathers me in his arms, holding me close.
And just as I slip off to dreamland, I hear, “I can’t wait to see you again.”
I open my mouth to tell him the same, but sleep is already pulling me under.
That’s okay, though.
Because I do it with Leo’s arms around me…and knowing that he’s different from the others.
That this time will be different.
I know it.
I wake up to an empty bed.
But even though I’m alone, I’m smiling.
Because over those greasy burgers and crispy fries and delicious milkshakes, Leo mentioned having practice this morning.
That explains the empty bed.
And then there’s the whole…
I can’t wait to see you again.
So, feeling deliciously sated and maybe a dash sore (though it was definitely worth it), I keep smiling as I stretch and lounge and eventually drag myself out of bed to head into work—not because I have a lot to do, but because what I do is work.
As in, my life is all work and no play.
Except, maybe, when it comes to sexy hockey players.
Grinning, I finish some menu planning, put in my order for an event this weekend, and generally get caught up on all the loose ends that fall to the wayside when I get really busy.
When the bell goes at the front of my store, I hurry through the swinging door and my cheeks almost hurt with how wide my smile goes.
“Leo,” I say, rounding the counter and hurrying toward him, my arms lifting…
Then dropping.
Along with my heart.
