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We madeit as far as starting to dry off before we were all over each other again. Still dripping from the shower, we leaned against the cold bathroom counter and made out as if an orgasm apiece hadn’t done a thing to calm us down. I usually needed some time to recover, same as he did—one of those things I’d had to get used to once I’d started taking T—but I was raring to go already. Still too sensitive for him to try getting me off again, at least for a little while, but this? Kissing and dragging our hands all over each other’s bodies? Oh yeah, I could handle this.
We were still wet, though, and we finally separated long enough to towel off. I didn’t mind, especially because it gave me an amazing view of his beautiful naked body. I couldn’t help raking my eyes up and down him, marveling at the incredible things professional hockey had done to his physique. He had the six-pack abs my clients would’ve killed for—not the hard-edged look of someone who’d dehydrated themselves for a photo shoot, but the smooth contours between the toned muscles. His whole body was lean and toned and chiseled—every inch the professional athlete. There were also some bruises of varying ages, which was pretty normal for a hockey player.
He wasn’t erect at the moment, but I’d been up close and personal enough with his hard-on both in the past and today to know exactly how much he was packing. While his body was extraordinary, absolutely fitness magazine material, his cock was completely average—fucking perfect as far as I was concerned.
I’d been fantasizing about getting drilled by him because I missed good sex, because I wanted Trev in particular… and because what could I say? Between his size and the powerful muscles in his legs and ass, I knew without a doubt it was going to be the fuck of my life.
Yes, please. Please, please, please.
He glanced at me, and then our eyes locked, and he grinned. His expression reflected the same lust and surprise that still heated my blood. I wanted him so bad I could barely see straight, and I still couldn’t believe we were here. I couldn’t believe that just a few minutes ago, I’d knelt at his feet, taken his cock between my lips, and swallowed his cum. Or that he’d fingered me into the stratosphere. Or that we were anything but finished fooling around.
He tossed his towel aside and stepped closer, wrapping me up in those strong arms as he kissed me. He had a couple of inches on me, but not so much that we had to strain to kiss while we were standing. We fit together almost perfectly, and I loved it.
And I loved that this man—Trevor Allen—was the one holding and kissing me. I’d misread him so badly in the gym, and I felt awful for that.
Drawing back, I looked into those beautiful brown eyes. “I’m sorry, by the way. For thinking… in the gym…”
He blinked as if he wasn’t sure what I was talking about, but he quickly caught up. “No, it’s okay.” He carded his fingersthrough my hair. “I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t want to see you like that. Because holy shit, I definitely do.”
I grinned and pulled him in closer. “I think we’re on the same page now.”
“Mmhmm, we definitely are.” He slid his hands down my back and over my ass, and he murmured, “Oh my God…”
I concurred; I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me feel so sexy. Or the last time I’d wanted someone this much.
“We’re on the same page,” I whispered. “Maybe we should get on the same piece of furniture?”
He laughed softly. “Good idea. Then I won’t have to concentrate so much about keeping my balance.”
Ah, so we weredefinitelyon the same page.
In the bedroom, he pulled back the covers, and I climbed into his enormous bed. Instead of going around to the other side, he came in after me, wrapping an arm around my midsection and pulling us close together. Heat rushed through me as his lips skated up my spine and his hardening dick pressed against my ass.
“I’ve been going nuts with you in the house,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “From the day you got here, I’ve wanted…” He pulled his hips and my ass flush together, his cock thickening between my thighs. “Would you be offended if I told you I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”
I didn’t even recognize the helpless sound that escaped my throat. “‘Offended’ isn’t the word I’d use.” I covered his hand with mine and squeezed my thighs together to give him some friction. “What did you think about when you were jerking off?”
“Everything,” he rumbled. In between kissing the side of my neck, he went on, “I came so damn hard the other night. Just… thinking about… God, just thinking aboutyou.”
I closed my eyes and squirmed. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” The arm around my midsection tightened as his hot breath rushed past my neck. He kissed along my hairline, his cock still moving slowly but rhythmically between my thighs. “I’m not kidding when I say I came hard. Surprised I didn’t black out.”
Christ, I loved hearing all that arousal and need in his voice.
Some uncertainty crept in, though, and he asked, “That isn’t weird, is it? That I was thinking about you and…”
“Not at all.” I twisted around to find his mouth with mine. “Especially not after I’ve been doing the same thing.”
His fingers twitched on my skin. “Oh yeah? And what haveyoubeen thinking about?”
“Mostly you fucking me.” I rolled over to face him fully. “The details don’t matter. I just really, really want…” I trailed my fingertips along the underside of his hard-on, drawing sighed profanity from his mouth.
“You really do want to get dicked down, don’t you?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
