“Yeah, but just as you want me to be happy, I want the same for you.”
She licks her lips. “Which means we’d be apart.”
“I know,” I say, my heart sinking.
Her eyes search mine. “It won’t be easy.”
“I know,” I agree softly. “But it wasn’t easy to make you mine, and here we are.”
Her eyes sparkle as she leans in to kiss my nose. Against it, she repeats, “Here we are.”
“My NHL contracts won’t be as much,” I remind her.
“Good thing I’m not a money-hungry person then, huh?” She kisses my top lip. “Money doesn’t bring happiness.” I mean, it helps, but she’s right. “Making a lot of money but playing a sport you don’t live for—or making decent money for a sport you do. I’d choose the latter, but as I’ve been saying from the beginning, the choice is yours.”
She’s absolutely right. I could end up going fourth round in the NHL, making a few million, but I’d be playing the sport I’ve worked for. The one my heart belongs to. Football wasn’t my first love, and while I thought hockey was, I know it’s second to Ambrosia.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter what sport I play, as long as you’re cheering for me.”
I reach up with my other hand and cup her behind her neck. I bring her to me, pressing our foreheads together and staringdeep into her whiskey gaze. “My happiness is right here, and everything else is just a bonus.”
And then I fuse my mouth to hers.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Dawson
“I’ll only want to cheer for you. Splat number 60 on my back since it’s my favorite number now.”
I groan at that just as Ambrosia opens her mouth for me, and I dive in, tasting her and loving the sweet taste of caramel from the coffees we got this morning. As I lean her back, covering her body with mine, she tosses the nail clippers off the bed before sliding her fingers up the back of my neck. I press my hips into hers, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her thighs squeezing my hips. Her warm center welcomes the hardness of my cock, and I find myself moaning even more.
“Fuck, I love your body,” I mutter against her lips before sucking on her chin, then trailing kisses down her neck. “I don’t think you realize.” Kiss. “How fucking good.” Kiss. “It feels to have someone.” Kiss. “To talk to, who understands the way I think.” Kiss. “I need you.” Kiss. “To know that you are my joy, heart-stopper.”
I drag my tongue down her throat, and she arches up into me, moaning my name. “You’re mine,” she cries out as I sit back to open her robe.
She’s naked underneath.
I’m drooling at this point. “Just a robe covering all this sweetness?”
She grins up at me as she unties the ribbon holding it together, exposing all her delicious curves and smooth skin. I drop my gaze between her legs to find her wet and glistening for me. When I meet her eyes, she gives me a coy grin. “Am I supposed to be wearing something under this robe?”
“Fuck no,” I mutter as I lean in to capture her nipple between my teeth. Her little gasp is fuel to the fire that gathers in the pit of my stomach. I suck then bite, before sucking hard again as she cries and squirms beneath me. I move to her other nipple, doing the same and loving the little moans that leave her sweet lips. I make my way down her sternum, licking around her belly button before I settle between her legs. Her eyes never leave me, hooded and dark. Her lips are swollen and parted as she breathes in and out.
I lick my lips and demand, “Open this pussy for me.”
She takes a deep breath before sliding her fingers down and opening herself for me. Her black nails are a beautiful contrast to her slick heat. My mouth waters at the sight of her clit, all swollen and begging to be sucked. “I love your pussy, Ambrosia.” Before she can comment, I drop my mouth to her clit and suck it in earnest. I swirl my tongue around it, suck it, and then I flick my tongue quickly as she unravels for me.
She’s screaming my name, her thighs squeezing my head, when she comes the first time. I love how hard she comes, my name a grunt and a scream from her pretty mouth. Against her wet flesh, I declare, “I want to stay right here. Eating and sucking this pussy until you can’t think.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Do you know how important you are to me?”
She nods, her eyes wild. “I do. I really do.” I spread her wetness over her clit and then down to her back hole as she moans loudly. “I’m wild for you, Dawson.”
I kiss her stomach. “I know, Ro. So wild. You’re going to give me three more, aren’t you?”
