“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured.

“Oh wow. Oh my God. I’m babbling. That was so good. You’re amazing.”

He liked hearing that. Also he was thinking that about her as he lined up the head of his cock with her pussy. He needed to be inside her, right fucking now, and then he was, clasped in her tight heat. “So fucking hot,” he murmured. “Yeah, take me, baby. Take it all.”

“Go deep. I like that. Deep and hard.”

Fuck yeah. “I can do that.” He pushed back to his knees, lifted her legs, and set her feet on his shoulders. “How’s that?” he grunted on a hard thrust.

She moaned.

He did it again. And again. Unbelievable.

“Harder.”

He’d been holding back. He was big. But she wanted it deeper. He fucking loved that. So he gave her more, their bodies banging together with hard jolts that made her soft breasts jiggle. The sight of that made him a little nuts, and his thrusts grew faster as pressure built in his balls. No. Not so fast. Not this time.

He needed to slow it down.

He withdrew, eliciting a whimper from Lovey’s pretty lips.

“Shh.” He removed her legs from his shoulders. He lowered them to the mattress, turned her hips, pushing her top leg higher, and moved beside her to enter her from behind. “Let’s try this. See how it feels.”

He pushed into her, now pressing his groin to her ass. His face close to hers, he nuzzled her hair, her ear, her cheek.

“Oh, that’s good too,” she gasped. “Different.”

His slid an arm beneath her and found a breast, covering it with his palm and gently squeezing, continuing to slide in and out. She turned her head and their mouths met, a long clinging kiss.

He pushed her top leg higher, getting deeper still inside her and she whimpered more. Sweat dampened their skin. Her softness consumed him.

He fucked her like that for a while until it started to build inside him again, and once more he pulled out.

“You were right,” she panted. “You can go all night.”

He smiled and moved over her. “Damn right.” He positioned her how he wanted her, since she seemed boneless and nearly incapable of moving on her own. Her eyes wore a dazed expression. He parted her thighs and knelt between them, entered her in a long, liquid push, and then stretched out over her. He wrapped his arms around her head and neck, kissed her cheek, her jaw, her mouth, then pressed his face to her hair as he rocked his pelvis against her.

She held on to his shoulders, her hips meeting his every thrust, their bodies slapping together. It rose in him again, and this time he sensed she was with him, so he pushed upright and settled his hand where they joined. His thumb slickened and he found her clit. He watched her face, her breathing. “Yes,” she breathed helpfully. He always liked knowing when he had it right. “Yes, right there. Do that…”

His tongue dragged over his bottom lip. Then his chest expanded and he clenched his jaw against the edge of his impending orgasm, focused on giving her hers first.

“Yes, there, fuck me harder,” she begged. He did. She came again, on a long wail that made him feel like a fucking god, and he kept going, closing his eyes as it washed over him, starting at his groin and flowing through him, hot and intense. His lungs seized and his cock jerked inside her.

He stretched out over her, weight on his elbows, face in her neck, panting, heart thudding. He couldn’t even string thoughts together. His mind was blasted.

Once more, her hands roamed his back and shoulders, and he slowly straightened his legs out, remaining inside her. She did the same. Still joined, they lay together until he was coherent. It seeped into his consciousness that he felt…good. Really good. That weight of frustration and failure he’d been carrying around had lifted. She’d made him forget about his problems. Sex was apparently the best kind of stress relief.

But…

He lifted his head and looked down at her.

She gave him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen.

He sighed.

Her smile slipped. “That didn’t sound good.”

“Yeah.” His mouth twisted a little. “We are going to have to have that ‘What the hell have we done’ conversation.”

Chapter 14

Lovey sighed too. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

“Let me lose the latex.”

He slid out of her body and rolled away. She again watched him walk over to the wastebasket near his dresser, the flex of muscles in his ass and thighs so powerful, so gorgeous. His body was amazing, as it should be, a professional athlete in a demanding sport. Was that why the sex had been so incredible?

He turned and she watched him approach the bed, the front view just as awesome. His cock had softened but was still thick and imposing between heavily muscled thighs. She was being bold in her appraisal of him, but it didn’t seem to bother him, apparently comfortable walking nude around his bedroom.

He sat on the side of the bed.

She lifted an eyebrow at the fact that he hadn’t rejoined her. “Does this mean you’ve run out of stamina, hockey boy?”

His lips twitched. He shook his head. “Greedy much? That was three orgasms.”

She grinned, doing an ab curl to sit. She pulled the covers up over her breasts and under her arms, crossed her legs, and settled herself. He might want to have this conversation naked, but she did not. “I just want you to know I have some things to say about this.”

He looked at the floor, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “No. Really?”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“You do, huh.”

“Captain Codger. You’re going to bring up my brother and say we never should have done this and it can’t happen again.”

He pursed his lips. “Duncan is going to be pissed as hell.”

She leaned in. “Duncan doesn’t need to know about this,” she said softly, earnestly. “Seriously, Marc. He’s my brother. He doesn’t have a say in my sex life. That’s just icky.”

He nodded.

“I know he gets all protective, but I’m a big girl. I’ve been having sex for a while now.”

“He’s worried you’ll get hurt.”

“Well, that’s sweet of him. But he can’t protect me from getting hurt. I’m the only one who can do that.”

He blinked, then said slowly, “I guess that’s true.”

“It was good.” She set a hand on his big biceps and gave a gentle squeeze. “Wasn’t it?”

He studied her and she knew he felt it too. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Beyond good.”

“I think the word you used was ‘napalm.’ ”

His mouth flickered, almost into a smile. “True.”

“It’s our own business. I don’t tell him about every guy I have sex with. So we won’t tell him. Okay?”

She sensed his internal struggle. His need to be honest with his friend and teammate, along with his need to maintain their relationship. “I agree with you,” he finally said.

She blinked.

“It is none of his business, and I wouldn’t tell him either, because that’s not respectful to you.”

More blinks.

“But he did warn me to stay away from you, and that’s what bugs me. I told him I would and now I’ve gone against my word.”

Her heart went soft. “That’s important to you.”

“Of course it is.”

He was honorable. She liked that. A lot. “Now I feel bad for putting you in this spot.”

“Christ, it wasn’t all your fault. I was right there with you, babe.”

“I guess lust was overriding good sense for both of us.” She bit her lip. “Look. I’m moving out. We’ll just keep this between us until then. For the sake of maintaining harmony between all of us here over the next couple months.”

“I can do that.” He didn’t look too sure about it, though.

“Perfect. We’re good, then.” She beamed at him. “So…” She looked down at his lap.