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“That I’m here?”

He nods and kisses my neck.

“No. More like this.” I run my hand over his chest and down between his legs.

His cock twitches in greeting, and the corners of his mouth turn up.

“I’m in.”

As we undress each other, I kiss his tattoos, glancing over the P on his chest—the thought too absurd that I could mean so much to him.

I reach for the lube and the condom from next to the bed and set them down on the mattress beside me. “You may have won today, but I thought I could still make a wish.”

Evan grabs my wrists and stretches my arms above my head. “You can wish for anything you want.”

“Fuck me.” Apparently, I have no time to waste.

He pauses slightly. A moment later he kisses me as if he wants to devour me. “We don’t have to.”

“I’m well aware of that. But I want your cock inside me. Right now, preferably.”

As he reaches for the lube, he grunts. “Right now is a bit too fast. We’ll take all the time we need.”

All the time we need.

My heart skips a beat. If we give ourselves the time we need, we’ll be able to do everything. I’m convinced of it.

With one hand, he runs his fingers up my stomach, twirling one nipple, then the other. Fuck, even though his sheet is supposed to have a cooling effect, I’m hot.

Evan wets the fingers of his right hand and reaches for my balls. He gently massages them and traces his way along my perineum toward my entrance. He moves back, rubbing my hard cock. The stroke across my tip sends pleasurable, sharp sparks through my body.

Not even the news from Valentina can stress me out today. I surrender to Evan’s touch, and he catches me. He takes control of my body, and I can let myself go. All I can do is feel.

He enters me carefully, testing his way in. All the while, he doesn’t break the kiss. He works my mouth and my hole equally, as if he wants to use every crevice of me to connect with me.

A second finger stretches me noticeably; a third sends a slight burning sensation through me.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers in my ear, and I moan.

“More.”

The next kiss is driven by his deep satisfaction. His tongue glides over mine, licking along the inside of my mouth. At the same time, his fingers stretch me. He sinks them deeper inside me, and one taps against my prostate, causing me to press myself against Evan as I gasp for air.

His arms hold me tight and secure. The rush of emotions is carrying me like a surfer on a wave. It lifts me high, elevating me. I am not at its mercy.

Evan’s hard erection rubs against my hip. I want him inside me.

My fingers close around him, and I stroke him once. Twice. Evan inhales sharply.

“I want you. Inside me,” I whisper.

He closes his eyes as if to gather himself. After a moment he nods once and kisses the corner of my mouth.

I watch him as he straightens up. His broad chest, colorfully tattooed like the life he’s led, expands. His powerful thighs are tree trunks as he kneels before me.

Fuck. No matter how much I claim to loathe hockey, it produces some absolutely divine bodies.

And a man with a body like that wants to pleasure me.