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His words pulled me away from the delicious sight of us. Before I could ask, he pushed into me, stretching me exquisitely as he bottomed out, and my questions died on a groan.
I fell forward at the fullness of him and had to brace myself against his colorful abs as I got accommodated to his size. When I felt like I could breathe again, my eyes fluttered up, and I was absently glad to see him just as affected as I was. He was caught in the sight of us connecting, his mouth open in awe.
Falling into instinct, I started to rock and threw myhead back.
So that’s the big deal about cocks, I thought hysterically.And I thought my dildowas good.
I might have to throw it away now. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Sebastian’s warm, ridged cock plowing into me. I bounced up and down, needing it faster, and circled my hips whenever I got to the bottom.
Kingston kindly helped me out, and with fingers digging into my hips and strong upward thrusts, I was flying high. The next couple hours were a blur of rhythmic slapping, interrupted by moaning, growling, and the occasional scream of ecstasy.
“We have to do that again,” came a worn-out voicebeside me.
My head fell to the side. I met Sebastian’s eyes and nodded with a trembling laugh, too drained and sated to attempt speaking. I knew I had more stamina than most, but Sebastian had put me to shame. Damn athletes. With more effort than I could even think of mustering, Sebastian rolled to his side and threw an arm acrossmy belly.
His eyes trailed over my face, gaze as soft as I’d ever seen it, as he traced circles across my abs. I hummed contentedly. Thatfelt nice.
“Do you want to stay? I mean, it’s already five in the morning, but we don’t havepractice…”
I squinted suspiciously at him. I wasn’t fooled by his innocent tone; he was asking for more than asleepover.
I should say no. I should leave and ignore my feelings for him until they faded away completely. I couldn’t afford to risk my career. But…
“On one condition,” I said, stone-cold serious. “No onecan know.”
He didn’t even hesitate, like he knew that was coming. “Deal.”
I studied him until I was satisfied with his earnestness, then cracked a smile. “I mean you’re cool and all, but you know what’s cooler? Hockey!”
He gasped in outrage and pulled me closer to him.
Chapter 11
The sun was high when I woke, casting painful rays into my eyes. With a groan, I rolled over to escape the light and ran directly into a hard body.Oh, right.
Beside me, huddled in his heather grey sheets, Sebastian groaned and buried his head farther into his pillow, hiding from the sun that shown through the window. As much as he wasn’t enjoying the light, it loved him. His messy pitch-black hair glistened like obsidian in the sun rays, and his dark lashes casted shadows across his cheeks.
I waited for the same wave of panic to overtake me that had come yesterday morning, after the loss of my self-control in the elevator. It didn’t come. Instead, a deep sense of satisfaction filled me, and I snuggled further into Sebastian’s bed.
I had spent the whole of yesterday thinking I was about to get my heart torn apart like a little girl whose first crush didn’t like her back. He wasn’t supposed to return my feelings, but he had. And despite the list of reasons why we shouldn’t have fallen into bed together, I couldn’t bring myself to wish the night had ended differently.
Or the morning, as it were.
The glowing red lights on his bedside clock told me it was eleven, and I almost couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t gotten up this late since I was drafted to Seattle’s farm team three years ago. Whether I was practicing, playing, or doing nothing that day, I always gotup early.
But that was before I met the sex machine known as Sebastian Kingston. I could only be glad that we didn’t have mandatory practice today. Still, a run couldn’t hurt.
But someone had other plans.
“Are you leaving?” grumbled a muffled voice. Sebastian picked up his head, his hair stuck up in every possible direction, and was immediately blinded by the sun. He let out a squeak and slapped a hand over his eyes. “Dear God, what time is it?”
“It’s eleven.”
Like a mouse peeking out from his hidey-hole, Sebastian’s fingers spread just enough to see through. I met a sliver of his eye through his fingers and fought a smile at his cuteness. I never expected a man as intimidating as him on the ice could be so sleep-rumpled andadorable.
“Seriously?” he asked in a disbelieving voice.
“Hey, I blame you for this. You’re the one who kept us up all night. I should be on my morning run by now.”
