Page 141 of Slapshot Bride

I hear wolf whistles from the guys, but I ignore them, and when I finally pull away, she’s still smiling. She leans in and says, “You asked for a picture of me in it. I figured this was better.”

“God, baby…” I damn near say the words, but I don’t. “The gig—”

“Shot it. Edited it on the plane. Sent it from a gate at O'Hare,” she says, and her eyes are shining. She’s so proud of herself, she can barely stand it. “I’m a professional, Easton. Professionals travel.”

“Damn right they do, baby,” I smile.

Wyatt goes past and yells something obscene.

I don’t hear it, and I don’t care.

“Come with me. Taking you home.”

She doesn’t argue.

I take her hand, and together, we leave.

The hotel room is dark and too warm when we arrive, but I don’t care.

My lips immediately find hers, and her arms wrap around me.

“Lord… I’ve missed this, sweetheart. Missed you so fucking much.”

I pull her tightly against me, and she giggles. “Shower first…”

I don’t wait for her response. I lift her off the ground, and her legs instantly wrap around my waist. I walk us into the bathroom and gently place her down. I make sure to take off her clothes and neatly fold them away before tossing out mine, and then I carry her into the warm shower.

The water sprays over us, with our lips connected in another heated kiss.

Her hand travels down, past my torso, to my aching cock, but I instantly grab her hand.

“Not yet, baby. Shower first. I’m still dirty from the game.”

That works. We pull apart, long enough to get cleaned. She gently washes my entire body, and I repeat the process for her, my cock hardening with each passing minute, until it's leaking precum, but I don’t mind.

I’ll wait for her. I know when I finally get her, it’ll be worth the wait. I’ll spend every minute worshiping her body.

Soon, I have her clinging to me, legs wrapped around my waist, as I carry her into the bedroom. I gently place her on the bed, lying between her legs, arms holding me up, while I stare into her eyes. She stares back at me.

My heart aches.

I’m going to savor this moment, because it might be the last.

Lord. I need her. Need her so badly that I may never be able to function properly when she’s gone. But for tonight, I’ll live in the moment.

My lips find hers again, and I kiss her. It’s hot and needy, and she returns it with the same intensity. My hands move to her legs, holding them in place, spread wide open for me, and I know exactly what I want.

To taste her.

I kiss my way down to her chest, across to the hard, rosy bud of her nipple. I circle my tongue around it and suck gently at first. Then hard, and nibble it with my teeth. A whimper slips from her lips, and her fingers tangle in my hair.

I smile against her skin. I cross to the other breast, and do the same while my free hand travels down her body to cup her core. A shiver wracks her entire being, and I love it.

I love how she writhes underneath me.

The small sounds of pleasure slipping past her lips are like music to my ears.

I continue down, licking and sucking until my lips close around her clit. Her body jerks in response.