Page 54 of Center Ice
“I’m imagining that I’m straddling you, like that night on the couch,” she says. “Even after all these years, I haven’t forgotten how good you felt inside me, and my fingers are not up to the task. I need you here, filling me completely.”
Fuck. My balls tighten up in response.
“I have half a mind to charter a private plane…”
She gives me a small smile and rolls her eyes. “You’re sick, and by the time you got here, Jules and I would already be working.” She sinks onto her fingers harder and faster, and I watch her tits bounce as her speed increases. “So you’re going to have to settle for the show instead.”
“Nothing about you equates to settling, Audrey. I hope you know that.”
Closing her eyes, a small, satisfied smile graces her lips. She tilts her hips forward, sliding her fingers into herself, and I am overcome with the realization that my whole world has shifted.
The second I think about forever with her, she’s moaning my name, then her head tilts back and her jaw falls open, and I watch as her orgasm ripples through her entire body. The sexy-as-hell view has lightning running through my veins, and then I’m coming all over the sheets again.
“Holy shit,” she says, and her eyes meet mine as she collapses onto her bed and picks up the phone. “Did we really just do that?”
“I hope so, because if I wake up tomorrow and find that this was all a fever dream, I’m going to be so fucking pissed.”
She laughs softly, and her eyelids flutter closed. “Shouldn’t you go back to sleep so you can get better?” Her voice is low, and her words are slow, like she might fall asleep any second.
“Probably. But Audrey…” I wait for her to open her eyes. “We’re going to talk about this.”
She sighs, her lips barely turning up at the corners as she closes her eyes again. “We don’t have to talk about it, Drew. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. This means everything—stop pretending like it doesn’t.”
She sighs again but doesn’t say anything or open her eyes to look at me. I don’t think she’s pretending to sleep to get out of talking about this, but I can’t really be sure. “We’ll talk when I get back to Boston.”
No response, and her breathing is now slow and deep. I disconnect the call and cancel my alarm for the morning. My whole body is spent. There’s no way I’m getting up in four hours to make the flight home with the team. And this is the one rare instance when I’m sure that missing my flight was one thousand percent worth it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
AUDREY
“You can’t keep showing up at my office like this,” I say as Drew shuts and locks the door behind him.
“Do you actually mind?” He crosses the room in a few long strides, and I take a step back but run into the cabinet behind me. His fingers are already trailing beneath the hem of my dress, and he leans down and peppers kisses along the bridge of my nose. “Because I swear you sent me a text saying you hadn’t stopped thinking about having sex with me since our phone call this past weekend. And it seemed like stopping by this afternoon, while Graham is at school and Jules is on a job site, meant we might have some privacy.”
His hair is damp, and I assume he took a quick shower and headed here right after his post-practice workout. It was his first full practice since getting sick, and I wonder if he’s exhausted. It definitely took me a few days to feel back to normal, and I wasn’t trying to power through grueling workouts.
“I have to leave to pick up Graham in an hour,” I tell him, wishing kindergarten didn’t get out a full hour earlier than the rest of his elementary school. “I have so much work I was supposed to do between now and then.”
He leans in, resting his hand against the wall behind me so that I’m completely wedged between him and the cabinet. His proximity has my nipples hardening, and the way they’re pressing into my lace bra is sending heat shooting through me straight to my core. I press my thighs together to alleviate the ache between them.
“I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me to,” he says.
Memories of our video call flood my senses and overwhelm all logic until I’m incapable of making good decisions. Or maybe having sex with Drewisa good decision?
He steps forward, his whole body pressed against mine so that my nipples drag along his rock-hard chest. “But if I leave now, I’m afraid you’ll be so distracted imagining what could have happened if I’d stayed, that you probably wouldn’t get any work done anyway.” His voice is low and cajoling in my ear, and the fact that it’s been three days since our call and since my last orgasm has me needing him badly. “So I’m probably doing you a favor by staying.”
My chest shakes with laughter, but that only has my breasts heaving against him, and as a result, Drew’s lips part as he hums his approval. Then he slides his hands along the backs of my thighs and lifts me onto the cabinet so I’m sitting with my legs spread on either side of him. He steps in closer and grips my ass, pulling me forward and lining my center up along his truly impressive dick, every inch of which I can feel through his gray sweatpants.
“You’re probably right,” I say, my voice teasing as I tip my weight back onto my tailbone so my center runs along the length of him. “How would Ieverbe able to focus after seeing you for five seconds?”
“Such a fucking smartass,” he says, a smile playing on his lips. “I can leave if you’d prefer.”
I wouldn’t.But I should probably tell him to go, anyway. Nothing good is going to come of letting my hormones carry me away.Except orgasms…they’re good.
“You’re literally panting in my ear,” he says, tilting his chin toward me and trailing hot kisses up the side of my neck. I can feel the way he smiles against my jaw when the resulting sigh escapes my lips. “So, you want me to stay?”
