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Watching Winter kick ass on the ice fills my heart in a way no medal ever could. Making it to the Olympics was an uphill battle for both of us. But it’s been worth every grueling minute to see Winter shine so brightly.
It’s hours later before I can finally celebrate this huge win with her. And even more hours before we’re alone in our hotel room. For the first time in weeks.
“You were magical out there tonight.” I cup her face between my palms and kiss her, but don’t make a move to deepen it yet. I want to revel in the closeness for a minute. To soak up her presence like a balm. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” She wraps her arms around my waist. “I’m all for love professions and long conversations, but can we save them for pillow talk? We haven’t had sex in weeks, and I’m ready to explode.”
I chuckle. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to tell you one of my long, meandering stories with no ending?”
“Later, after you’ve given me several outstanding orgasms and I’m too tired and sated to complain, you’re more than welcome to tell one of your excessively long-winded, meandering stories. But for now, we have a lot of Tongue-Fuck Tuesdays and Sweet Spot Saturdays to make up for.”
“Stop talking and let me kiss you then.” I slant my mouth over hers and walk her backwards to the bed.
We kiss like the world is on fire, and Winter tries to tear the clothes off my body. “I’m not going anywhere, Snowflake.”
“I need you. I missed you. The only reason I made it through was because I knew eventually I’d be right here with you again.” She shoves my pants and boxers down and grips my erection.
We both groan as we climb onto the bed.
“What if I want to savor this experience? It isn’t every day I get to have hot sex with an Olympic medalist.”
“You can savor later. Right now, I need to fuck-ebrate.”
“Fuck-ebrate? Did you come up with that on your own or—”
My words get lost when she pulls me between her parted thighs and guides me to her entrance. She wraps her legs around my waist, tipping her hips up as she pushes down on my ass at the same time.
Everything changes the second I’m inside her. All my stupid commentary dissolves into grunts of desperation and moans of need.
The sex isn’t gentle or tender or sweet like I’d originally planned. It’s weeks of pent-up desire unleashed. It’s a frenzy of need, hot words, and promises of more groaned into each other’s mouths. It isn’t until we’ve both come twice that Winter finally takes stock of our surroundings.
She peels a pink rose petal off my chest and glances around the room. “Oh my God, you tried to make this all romantic, and I attacked you like a starved wolf.”
“I can’t really blame you, though. I’m hard to resist, aren’t I?”
She laughs. “Totally irresistible.”
I caress the edge of her jaw. “I do plan to make sweet, sweet love to you. Soon—”
Before I can say anything else, Winter puts a hand on my chest. “I have something I need to ask you first.”
“Fire away.”
“I love you.” Her hand rests over my heart. I’ve added new art over the years, including several snowflakes.
“I love you too. More than anyone else in the world.”
“It’s the same for me.” She brushes her lips over mine.
“That wasn’t a question, though.”
“I know. I’m getting to it.” She runs her hands through my hair. It’s shorter again. And I’m beardless.
“The anticipation is real.”
She smiles softly. “The last six years have been amazing, and challenging, and more than I’d ever dreamed they could be. The universe brought you into my life when I needed you most. You showed me what strength and perseverance are. I know my playing for Team USA means we’re apart almost as much as we’re together, but I feel like all it does is make our love stronger.”
