Even better was that his parents had been very accepting too. We’d flown to Sweden before the season started, and Nils had introduced me to them. I’d apologized for keeping their son in the States, but they didn’t seem to mind. His father had assured me that all they wanted was for Nils to be happy. Yes, he did have some royal duties, but they were light, and he tried to keep his travel schedule limited.
The press had been an experience. Of course, our relationship hadn’t stayed a secret long, and as soon as it had come out, rumors had started flying about us being coach and student. Surprisingly, Coach Brennan had made a firm, almost blunt public statement that nothing inappropriate had ever happened and had staked his reputation on it. The media had backed off, thank fuck.
In Europe, tabloids still published the occasional picture of the two of us. I had no clue why people would be interested in seeing us grocery shopping, looking determinedly bored as we picked out avocados, but what did I know? Things could be far, far worse.
“Are you asleep,älskling?”Nils asked softly.
“No?”
“That sounds like you’re not sure. Come on, let’s get you dried off or you’ll drown.”
I needed his help to get up, my body too weak by now. But he tenderly dried me off with a fluffy towel, then nudged me toward our bedroom, where I slid under the cool cotton sheets, moaning with the relief of being horizontal.
Nils said something, and then his warm lips touched my forehead. “Sleep, myälskling.”
I was out like a light.
When I slowly came to, morning light was streaming in through the blinds. I half-turned, stifling a groan, and came face to face with Nils, who lay there, watching me with a soft smile on his face.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” My voice was still thick with sleep. “How long did I sleep?”
“Twelve hours. You were exhausted.”
I stretched, groaning as my muscles woke up in protest, then let out a huge yawn. “I needed that.”
“You did.”
I leaned in for a morning kiss, and his lips were soft and warm against mine. People were always complaining about morning breath, but I didn’t get that. I loved kissing Nils first thing in the day, when his hair was all messed up, his cheeks showed creases from his pillow, and his eyes were still heavy-lidded.
And the sounds he made… Like now, when he was doing these little moans that almost sounded like purring. I deepened the kiss and rolled on top of him. He knew exactly what that meant. Yup, I was always in the mood in the morning.
“Adan… Aren’t you too sore?”
I snorted. “Too sore for sex? Not fucking likely.”
“But—”
I cut him off with another kiss, simply sliding my tongue into his mouth until he was writhing underneath me. “I want you inside me.”
“Adan…”
“Are you gonna make me beg? Because I will. I have no pride when it comes to you.”
His smile made my heart skip a beat. He was so damn handsome. “I do like hearing you beg.”
Yes, the first time I’d bottomed for him had been a little weird, but I hadn’t hated it, and the second time had been much better. By now, we did whatever we were in the mood for, which was about a seventy-thirty ration of me topping versus bottoming. Like everything else between us, it was perfection.
But every now and then, I craved that closeness with him, that unique connection, and I wanted him inside me. Like today.
With one last kiss, I rolled off him and onto my stomach, then looked at him over my shoulder. “Please?”
For extra effect, I batted my eyelashes at him, which always made him laugh, but it rarely failed to get me what I wanted, and today was no different.
“I’ll do a massage first,” he said, already reaching for the massage oil.
Hell, yes. He had magic hands, and my muscles needed it. I obediently rolled onto the thick towel we had next to the bed—Nils hated getting the sheets dirty with oil and I happily accommodated him—and closed my eyes.
