Within seconds, we’re both half-naked, and she’s on her back, begging me to come inside her. I climb over her and pause.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive.” Her eyes are hazy with lust, and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.
With a groan, I push inside her slowly. She’s warm and tight and wet, and her nails dig into my back as she urges me to go deeper.
I’ve just spent ten days on the road in different hotel beds, all of them uncomfortable. I played in multiple hockey games where I fought guys against the boards and on the ice. My body is bruised, sore, and exhausted.
But the moment I sink into Winter and feel her arms around me, I feel rejuvenated. Most importantly, I feel.
If it were anyone else beneath me right now, I’d be using sex tonight to try to forget. To stop thinking for a little while, to stop feeling so that, for a short time, I can’t hurt.
But I can’t do that with Winter. I can’t stop feeling with her. I never could. Winter Allen’s not the kind of woman you fuck to forget. You don’t fuck her to block out your life and all its problems. She’s the kind of woman you make love to over and over again because she makes you feel alive. She makes youwantto be alive. To reach for the stars.
Winter rotates her hips, and I nearly come right then.
I take hold of her waist and try to slow her motion somehow.
“I’m not gonna last, Princess,” I bite out. “I’m so close.”
“Me, too.” Her blue eyes glaze over as she stares up at me. “Take me there, Hunt.”
I pick up my pace as I start pumping in and out of her lightning-fast. She meets my every thrust, and my mouth covers hers as we cross the threshold together.
She moans out my name as my own orgasm hits me. Hot waves of ecstasy start at the bottom of my spine and explode throughout my body. I hold tightly to her hips as I come for so long I can barely hold myself up by the time I finish.
That wasn’t just an orgasm. That was…shit. I don’t know what that was.
I pull out and curl up next to her. “That was pretty intense.”
Her laugh is muffled as she buries her face in my neck. “It always is with us.”
“I know, but—“But that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. “That felt more so.”
She raises her head and strokes the week-old facial hair I’ve grown. “It did.”
We both go quiet, but I don’t take my eyes off of her.
Finally, I say, “What are you doing tomorrow?”
She narrows her eyes. “Why are you asking?”
I inhale sharply. “Because I have to go possibly ID my dad’s killer.”
Winter murmurs my name as she runs her hand up and down my arm. “Is that why you’ve…”
“Yeah.” I kiss her head. “That’s why I’ve been a shit friend to you this past week. I wasn’t ready to talk about any of this, and I can’t lie to you.”
“I understand. But Hunt? You could have told me that by phone, and I wouldn’t have pushed you to say more.”
“I should have. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay to shut you out without an explanation. But that’s what I’ve always done, especially when it comes to family shit.”
“I know.”
