Her head was pressed to the pillow so he could only see her in profile. Her eyes were closed, as if she was still riding that cloud of bliss from her last orgasm.
If he had his way, she’d look like that for the rest of the night.
For the rest of their lives.
Gripping her hips again, Tank thrust inside her, straight to the hilt, not bothering to give her time to adjust. She didn’t need it anymore, her body molded to accept him—glove him—perfectly.
Her eyes flew open, and she lifted her head as her fingers clenched in the pillow. When that didn’t provide enough purchase, she released it, her hands pressed flat to the headboard of his bed.
He fucked her hard and fast, calling out her name when her final orgasm triggered his own, the two of them clashing together like titans at war, breaking against each other until they were reduced to nothing but dust.
This was what she did to him.
Destroyed him the best possible way.
Every. Single. Time.
McKenna moaned when he slid out of her body, and he felt the slightest twinge of guilt for taking her so hard.
She was a tiny thing, and he was big…everywhere. He should have taken more care.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Tank chuckled, his guilt miraculously wiped away by her words.
He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Don’t move. I’m going to go run us a bath. I want to introduce you to my big-ass Jacuzzi tub.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed, her eyes closed. “I love him already.”
Tank grinned as he ran the water, adding some Epsom salts to soothe both of their aching muscles.
For the next hour, he dedicated himself to taking care of his gorgeous little Mouse, the two of them cuddling in the tub until the water started to cool.
Once they were back in bed, he tucked her against his chest, unsurprised when she was fast asleep within moments.
Sleep, however, came slower for him.
Because he still had one hell of a hill left to climb.
He wasn’t sure if he’d been smart to let her continue to operate under the ruse that this was all fake, but until he could convince her he wasn’t like every other asshole in her life, he wasn’t prepared to risk losing the best thing that ever happened to him.
Chapter Ten
McKenna grinned as she looked around the table, filled with friends, at Pat’s Pub. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by the desire to pinch herself, amazed by how incredible her life was these days.
Losing Eddie had impacted her in more ways than just breaking her heart. During their year together as a couple, she’d created a social circle of his friends. After four years away at college, McKenna’s slate had been somewhat wiped clean upon her return to Columbus. She’d struggled to find things in common with her high school girlfriends, many of whom had already gotten married and started families. So she’d found new ones. When she started work at Pete’s Sporting Goods, her colleagues and Eddie’s friends became her new gang.
However, when Eddie dumped her and moved on with Lisa, she learned quickly just whose friends they really were. She’d stopped getting invited to happy hours and birthday parties and dinner. Even at work, it quickly became apparent her colleagues had decided Eddie’s side was the smarter choice, considering he was Pete’s son and their future boss. She found herself suddenly eating lunch alone in her office, no longer included in conversations in the common room or invited to join in whenever they ordered food.
In Baltimore, she’d found better friendships in the last ten months than she’d ever managed to form in her own hometown. She and Erika had become close since fall, and the addition of Ainsley, Ally, and Chelsea to their gang of girls had only made things more fun. They’d arranged for a standing Sunday brunch once a month and had recently signed up for one of those paint-and-wine classes.
Everyone was in high spirits tonight because the Stingrays had clinched the wildcard spot in the playoffs. Their season wasn’t over yet, and they were thrilled because it had definitely been down to the wire. Tonight’s game had been the deciding factor, and the win had come in overtime. Nail-biter much?
McKenna was flying high herself, but it had precious little to do with the hockey results—though she was thrilled the team was going on—and everything to do with the Stingrays’ right winger.
It had been three weeks since Tank drove her back to his place, cooked her a delicious meal, then given her the greatest sex of her life. Which was saying something, because she would have sworn there was no way he could’ve topped the previous week…when he’d given her the best sex of her life.
Since then, she’d stopped using that descriptor completely because Tank topped himself every night.
