She can tell. She knows I’m wound up about something, and worry crosses her face.
A silent acknowledgement passes between us. I’m sure she’s wondering why the hell I haven’t called her at all. The truth is, ever since Liam told me about the “person of interest” in our dad’s case, I’ve been shutting everybody out. I get that’s probably not the healthiest way to handle it, but I haven’t felt capable of doing anything else.
Winter’s gaze stays focused on me, and just when I’m sure she’s going to pepper me with questions I’m not prepared to answer, she reaches a hand up and snakes it around my neck.
“I was tired of missing you,” she says softly.
I exhale. Like always, Winter gets me. She knows when I need to talk, and she sure as hell knows when I’m not ready to.
I lean down and kiss her on the lips.
I mean for it to be light. A hello kiss.
It’s not light, and it doesn’t come off like a greeting. The kiss is raw and hungry and unfiltered. It’s filled with pain and vulnerability.
Winter takes all of it, and she gives me nothing in return but care and love.
And God, I’m fucking falling for her all over again. But it’s different now. It’s better.
She shifts on the couch so I can lie next to her, and then she raises her leg over my waist and urges me closer. I’m rock hard, and I let her know it when I line myself up between her legs. She moans and starts tearing at my jeans.
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, 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.”
