I nod as he kisses my arm, then my collarbone. I close my eyes and let my mind focus on his lips. They’re ridiculously soft and feel so nice.
He murmurs, “We can do other stuff.”
“Yeah?” I ask, finding my body responding to his.
“Yeah.”
I like the sound of that, so I roll onto my stomach and push my ass out. He laughs once. The laugh is low. It makes my entire uterus clench.
He’s being gentle this morning. He pushes in slowly from behind and lets me adjust before he moves. The angle is new because the position is new, and it feels really good. When his hands squeeze my ass, I feel so desired and wanted in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He leans down and kisses my cheek.
I push my hips up, and he presses deeply inside of me. I moan.
He says, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod. He doesn’t move slow this time. Instead, he’s in and out so fast that I have to hold onto the bed. My face is in the pillow,moaning. It feels different in this position in thebestway. He keeps a fast pace and then comes all over my back. He grabs the towel right away and cleans it up as I catch my Camdenth.
He jumps back into bed and pulls me into him. He lets my limbs rest on top of him. We lay like this for ten minutes.
“Do you have a busy day?” he asks.
I nod. “You?”
He nods. “But you know what I always look forward to on Thursdays?” He points at his wall across the room. “Do you see the name on my Thursday block?”
I smile. “You’re excited for our tutoring session today?”
He kisses me. “I am.” He kisses my lips again. “You have no idea how hot you are with your pencils and your textbooks, teaching me about numbers.” He lets out a dramatic groan. “Fuck, you’re really good at math, babe.”
I counter, “You’re really good at hockey.”
He laughs. “That’s not the same.”
“You think?”
He shakes his head. “You’re naturally smart.”
My brows furrow for a moment.Is he crazy?“And you’re naturally really good at hockey.”
He tilts his head. “Yeah.” He smirks. “I am.”
I chuckle. “It’s not like I can become a professional athlete with numbers.”
His fingers play with my hair. “Yeah, but I’m just entertaining, babe. You’re going to change lives as a teacher.”
My heart tightens and squeezes. He means that. I swallow the lump in my throat. “You’re going to change lives, too, Bens. The way you play — it’s not just that you’re good. You have the strategy, the wit, and you’re a good team player. You see the whole ice. You’re three plays ahead of everyone else.”
“You’ve been watching me, huh?”
“I have.” I trace the scar on his ribs without looking at it. “And the way you are with the guys. Stanley was being a dick to Blue at dinner last night about that drill, and you let him have it for about thirty seconds and then you stepped on it. You didn’t even raise your voice. They just stopped.”
He’s quiet.
“And the way you were with your sister last night. She has been horrible to you and you sat at that island and let her apologize and you didn’t make her crawl. You could have. But you let her keep her dignity.”
He doesn’t say anything for a beat.
