Ican’t stop staring.
I can’t stop staring at the woman who hates my guts, yet was the one to give me the best sex of my entire twenty-six years of life.
I’ve had sex before. Lots of it. Not to brag, but being a professional hockey player comes with an added bonus of lines of women or even men who would love nothing more than to fuck you.
And not going to lie, I have taken advantage of it.
But this? Sex with Kaeli wasan out-of-body experience, gravity-defying. I don’t think I’ll have a chance to live again if she doesn’t let me fuck her again. But damn, I’ll try my hardest to convince her. She can hate me while fucking me.
My thoughts vanish when the voice of her breath escaping her pouty, swollen lips reaches me. With my head propped on my hand, as I lie on my side, I see the same strand of hair blowing and then settling with every puff near her lips.
With a quiet chuckle, I tuck it behind her ear.
When exhaustion finally takes over my body, I nestle close to Kaeli and sleep spooning her naked figure. She might blow up tomorrow morning, but that’s an issue for later.
Right now, I just want to sleep snuggled against her soft body and breathe in her intoxicating lavender and honey scent.
* * *
My body experiences tremors.
No, wait, they’re not mine. My eyes shoot open when Kaeli’s whimpers reach my fogged brain.
I sit up to find her curled in on herself, her eyes squeezed shut, and skin slicked with sweat as tremors attack her body. Whimpers andsomething incoherent leaving her mouth.
Troubled and curious to find out what has her shaken up even in her sleep, I lean closer and try to understand what she says.
And when I finally make sense of her words, I want to punch a hole through the wall. “Please…no, please no…don’t. Please,” she cries again.
She’s having a nightmare, and seeing her in this state is quickly becoming one of mine.
Ever so slowly and gently, not wanting to surprise her, I haul her to my chest, her head pressed right against my thundering heart. I rub slow circles over the length of her back and try to calm her down and pull her from whichever hell she’s trapped in.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, Feather. You’re okay.” I keep repeating the motions and words until she finally finds her way out of it and into a peaceful slumber.
However, my peace is too far gone. The need to break things and find out the cause behind such a reaction eats at me. But the overpowering urge to make sure she’s okay and stay glued to her keeps me in place.
It’s astounding how much she keeps buried andhidden from the world. How much she endures alone, with no one by her side. I want to be that for her. I want to be the one to stay by her side and be the one she opens up to, shares her darkest secrets with.
I want to behers.
And now that I’ve had a taste of her and experienced the caring, gentle, and kind side she masks from the cruel world, I will do anything to have her. Anything.
When it comes to Kaeli, all bets are off.
Making the resolve, I plant a soft kiss on her head and nuzzle my nose in her soft strands and doze off in her soothing embrace, pulling her close until there’s no space left between us.
* * *
My eyes blink open with the light streaming in from the window.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I yawn and pat the bed beside me, looking for Kaeli, only to find the spot vacant.
Worry, a feeling so foreign, takes root in me as I instantly sit upright on the bed, my eyes searching for her in her room. That’s when I hearwater running from the bathroom, and I sigh in relief.
An idea forms, and I remove the blanket to get up and surprise her in the shower. Before I can enter, the vibration of a phone stops me. Wondering if it’s my phone, I pad over to the bedside table, evading our clothes strewn all across the floor.
The memory of sex with Kaeli brings a cheeky grin to my face.
