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“Move,” I urge, gripping my legs tightly around him.
He clutches my ass in both hands, raising and lowering me.
“Yes, Darius.”
“Say my name again, agápi mou.”
“Darius.”
He lowers me to my feet and spins me around to face the tiled wall. I’m expecting him to thrust inside me when I feel a stream of water pulsing directly on my clit.
“Oh fuck.” Reaching back, I loop my arms around his neck and lean back into him.
Holding the shower head in one hand, he bends his knees, finding the right angle before entering me once more.
“Yes. Fuck me hard,” I say.
“Hold on, agápi mou.” His arm envelops me, his palm on my stomach just below my rib cage.
His fast-paced and forceful strokes combined with the pulsing water, push me into an orgasm of epic proportions. Whimpering, all I can do is cling to him.
He releases a hoarse groan before I feel him thrusting through his own release.
The shower head falls to the floor, spraying water up at us. Darius spins me around and claims my lips with a soulful kiss. He trails a fingertip down my cheek and over my lips.
“I love you.”
I stare up into his dark brown eyes. “I love you too, o paíktis chókef mou.”My hockey player.
He beams with happiness and his eyes seem a little glassy. Is it possible I made my big hockey player tear up?
“You learned how to say that?” he asks, and I nod.
“There’s this thing called Google that makes it incredibly easy,” I say.
“Yeah, but it means so much to me that you thought to do that. And you’re right, I am your hockey player, Evie, and I always will be.”
* * *
We remove our shoes in the mudroom. I’m wearing my dress from last night, while Darius is dressed in a pair of black and gray plaid board shorts and a white t-shirt. Even dressed casually, he still somehow manages to look like a model.
He exhales a long, slow breath. “I’m kind of nervous. I don’t ever get nervous, not even during playoff games.”
“She’s a seven-year-old girl. How much harm can she do?” I ask.
“Are you kidding? She has all the power in the world when it comes to our relationship. If she hates me, you won’t want to be with me anymore.”
“She’s not going to hate you.” I’m comfortable making this statement. He’s too likable for her to hate. Besides, Ryan and I don’t allow that word in our houses.
His hands latch on to my shoulders. “But what if she does?”
“Darius, you’re worrying about nothing. I promise everything will be fine. Where did my positive guy disappear to?”
“Apparently, he’s scared of a seven-year-old girl,” he says, and I laugh. “Fuck that, women are scary at all ages.”
“How about we get the introduction over so I know whether I need to send you home or not?” I try to keep a straight face, but his reaction is too comical. I make a choking sound and then laughter spills out of me.
“Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh at my expense.”
