I push at his shoulders until he’s sitting straight, and cup his cheeks, tilting his head back so he’s looking at me. Those honey eyes I want to drown in rip a hole through my heart.
“You played ridiculously well under the conditions. Josh was trying to push the limits, and he got enough time in the sin bin for it.”
“I didn’t want to drag you into this,” he argues. Even as he says it, he sets his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him. His head drops to my shoulder.
“Are you upset I came?”
“I love that you came for me,” he says quietly. “No one else ever has.”
That hole in my heart gets bigger. He isn't exactly sad when he says it. More resigned, like it’s not something he’s ever had so he’s given up hope. I push my hand into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he moans.
“I always support my friends,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
Roman growls, teeth digging into my shoulder. I giggle at the bite as heat courses through my veins. Even being around him is enough to make me feel like a horny eighteen year old. I don’t think I was this interested in sex even when I was eighteen.
“I’m going to wipe that word from your vocabulary,” Roman murmurs, his voice dark as velvet. His breath fans across my neck, making me shiver.
“You can’t control what words I use,” I say, breaking off into a moan as he sucks on my pulse point.
“No,” he whispers softly. “But I can make you come hard enough you forget how to speak entirely.”
I swallow thickly, heat pooling low in my belly. Roman kisses up my neck and along my jaw until his lips finally meet mine.
“I didn’t take you for a man who wants to silence a woman,” I say shakily.
Roman’s heated gaze meets mine, the liquid honey of his eyes completely overtaken by black. “Oh, you won’t be silent when you’re screaming my name.”
“So arrogant.”
Roman’s mouth lifts into a killer grin. “I think you mean confident, baby.” His thigh his pressed between my legs and so slowly he’s surely trying to torture me, he rocks my body forward. Sparks shoot through my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I gasp.
“Oh my god.”
“Did you wear this to tease me?” Hooking a finger into the chain around my neck, he pulls gently. The R around the chaindangles right above my breasts, which are highlighted thanks to the U shape of the top I’m wearing. “It’s all I could think about the whole game.”
“I wore it because I wanted to,” I say. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure Roman can see my pulse pounding in my neck.
“Wear it when I fuck you,” Roman says
“I don’t think?—”
My words cut off as he lowers his hand, cupping one heavy breast and slowly rolling his thumb over the hardened tip. Even through my top and lace bra, I can feel everything, and I moan loudly.
“Roman, we can’t. Not in here.” Even so, I’m rocking back and forth on his thigh. Again. The man has the best thighs.
Hands lowering to wrap around my waist, Roman raises his hooded eyes to meet mine. “We’re not leaving until I make you come.” With that, he pops open the button of my jeans and his hand slides inside and over my sensitive clit. I let out the loudest moan known to mankind.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Roman smirks, fingers gently massaging my clit. “Wasn’t planning to.”
Pushing two fingers into me, he attacks my neck, sucking and biting. I’m riding his hand and gasping as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside that has me seeing stars.
“I love how wet you get for me,” Roman says in a low voice.
“I've been wet since you started playing,” I admit. Watching him on the ice, his singular concentration, is so hot I nearly lose my mind each time.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at the way you take my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I bet you’re going to strangle it with that tight little pussy. I dream about fucking you. Every. Single. Night. It drives me crazy how much I want you.”
