No one in her life had filled her as completely as Lucas. He kissed her deeply, rubbing his tongue against hers. He pinched her nipples hard, sending new flashes of desire through her core.
“God, I’ve missed this,” she gasped. She kissed him open-mouthed, her hips bucking to meet his as he buried himself in her all the way to the base.
She felt the muscles in his back tense with each thrust, and she didn’t know if it was sweat or water on his forehead. She only saw the hot desire in his eyes before he leaned forward and bit her earlobe, his thighs trembling under her weight.
A loud moan escaped her as he rubbed just the right spot repeatedly, fucking her mercilessly. As hard as she needed. As deep as he wanted.
“Oh God, Lucas!” The words echoed off the ceiling, and Lucas pressed his hand over her mouth before more, new sounds of delicious despair spilled from her lips. Finally, he slid a hand between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her core.
She immediately came. She clenched Lucas’ cock tightly, as he continued driving into her. She rode wave after wave with Lucas following close behind. His hot erection twitched inside her, prolonging her pleasure. Lucas pressed her harder against the door as they came and came…until she was just a weak mass in his arms, clinging to his shoulders to keep from sliding down.
Her breathing was shallow, her whole body still on fire. This was…they were…
“Fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head. He sighed heavily, rubbed his face, and pulled out of her. He abruptly set her back on the floor and ran his thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Fuck, fuck. Okay. This is now over. So…that’s it, right? You should go.”
She looked up, confused. His words made no sense to her. “What?”
“You heard me. If this is the last time, then go! Before I get hard again. And Anna? You can’t be my doctor. I don’t trust us with each other.”
She swallowed and bit her cheek. “We know now that this was the last time and…”
“Bullshit.” He laughed hoarsely. “I’m obviously obsessed with your body and the sounds you make when you come.” He pressed his thumb and middle finger to his eyes. “So, no, I wasn’t in my right mind during the playoffs last year. My sister had died and I suddenly had a kid to take care of. So we lost the playoffs. Because of me. It won’t happen again. I don’t need the distraction. That was the last time, Anna. But otherwise, we can…” He took a deep breath as if steeling himself for his next words. “…be friends. If it makes you happy. In the most professional, distant way possible. We’ll see each other all the time, so it makes sense. But…we both deserve better than the drama that we are.”
Her heart sank into her stomach. “Okay,” she murmured tonelessly.
That was the deal. The last time. He didn’t want any drama, and she wanted to start searching for long-term happiness. It was good that he set such clear boundaries, wasn’t it? Having a professional, distant friendship was mature and proper! That was what she had wanted from the beginning.
“Okay. So then,” she said lightly, stepping back. She had a strange urge to salute and thank him for his service to the country – in this case, her body – but caught herself. Instead, she simply smiled and said, “See you around, Lucas.”
Then, she turned and left the showers as gracefully as one could in soaking wet clothes, without panties, and weak-kneed.
She was still warm. She still smelled Lucas. Still felt him. And wondered if she would ever stop, if his body wasn’t already burned onto hers like a tattoo, destined to ruin her forever with any other man.
I’m obsessed with your body and the sounds you make when you come.
Her stomach clenched. Why didn’t his words feel like a compliment? Why did they leave such a bitter aftertaste on her tongue?
Because you’re obsessed with him. With the person he is. With what he says. What he doesn’t say. How he treats his daughter. How he smiles when he doesn’t really want to smile. Not just his body, a small voice whispered in her head.
Heat and unease surged through her chest. Shit. Was that right?
That would mean Lucas had made the wise decision when he insisted on seeing a different doctor.
She sighed heavily, brushed her wet hair from her forehead — and froze. The locker room was no longer empty. Fox was there.
Oh man. Why was that guy always where he wasn’t supposed to be?
“Hey,” she said quickly, hurrying past him.
His mouth gaping, he stared at her.
“What?” she wanted to know. “Never seen a soaking wet woman before?”
He widened his eyes in disbelief. “What the…”
“See you, Austin. See you later.” She hurried across the room and into the hallway. The door slammed shut. She could hear the Hawks captain yelling, “Fuck, Moreau!”
Well, at least she wouldn’t be the only one having a ruined evening.
