“A lot of my tongue?”
She reveals that genuine Winter smile I love so much. “A lot of your tongue, and I want that a lot. A lot, a lot.”
I ghost her mouth with mine. “Okay,” I whisper.
I slide down her body until my face is between her legs. I stroke one finger inside her folds until she arches to meet my touch…and then I lick her.
I feel two hands grip my head. “Oh God, Hunt. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. I lick her more. She tastes like a dewy morning in New Orleans—hot and sweet, and the taste drugs me. I’m so hard I honest to God could come without being touched.
“So good.” She bucks up into my face.
I couldn’t agree more.
I taste every ounce of Winter’s arousal on my tongue, and I keep going, determined to tip her over the edge into bliss.
I’ve only kissed Winter like this once before, and we were just a couple weeks away from her moving to New York City. But I memorized the moment, and I learned what she liked and how she liked it.
I slip two fingers inside her now as I lick and suck her most sensitive spot.
“Hunt…”
She draws out my name, the southern accent she’s worked so hard to destroy coming back strong right now. I smile into her wet heat and keep kissing her until I feel her spasm around my fingers.
She calls out my name as she comes, and I keep my mouth on her throughout her orgasm.
When I feel her fully relax, I crawl up her body and lie next to her, my head sharing her pillow.
“Good morning.”
She turns her head to face me. “Do you plan to wake me up that way again sometime? Because I wouldn’t complain at all.”
Neither would I.
* * *
I don’t wantto go on this road trip.
I never enjoy staying in hotels and flying back and forth at all hours of the night from one city to another. But that’s not why I’m decidedly against this particular trip.
No, I’m actually looking forward to the games. Now that I’m coming out of my slump, I’ve been enjoying hockey again.
What I’m dreading is leaving Winter for ten days.
She kisses me goodbye in the kitchen and jokes that this is why I hired her—so I’d have someone to pet sit Theo without having to worry about kenneling him or scheduling someone to come over. But her eyes tell a different story. She’s going to miss me, too.
“I’ll text you.” I give her one last kiss before turning for the door. “Have a good week.”
“You too. Kick some ass in your games. The girls and I are going to have a house party tomorrow when you play New York.” She pumps a cute, little fist in the air. “Go, Fire!”
I wink. “See you soon.”
* * *
The plane rideto NYC is less than three hours, but that’s plenty of time for an entire team of hockey players to let loose. Our coaching staff sits up at the front of the private plane and goes over game plans, and we players fill up the rest of the plane. Our owner is a young billionaire named Noah Watts, and he’s pulled out all the stops to make sure New Orleans’s new hockey team is well taken care of.
From the brand-new arena with trendy retail stores built around the venue to the private plane that Noah supposedly bought on his own dime, our team is a lucky group. Having our own plane is a luxury I didn’t experience with my last team, and traveling on road trips with a chartered plane was always hit or miss. In New Orleans, we’ve got the same plane for every trip, and the seats and amenities provide ridiculous comfort, not to mention a smooth ride.
