She only gasped as his hands gripped behind her knees, holding her open as he directed his hard c**k into her hot center. He held his breath, his heart pounding as he slowly entered her, watching himself disappear inside her. Once he was pushed in to the hilt, he started to move slowly and provocatively inside her. She moved with him, meeting each thrust, in a rhythm that had him fighting for breath. He was lost in the lust, his chest seizing, his body trembling, and he knew he was almost there. Reaching up, he held her breast, tweaking her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he sped up, pounding into her.

Reese’s hooded eyes met his, the golden flakes in her eyes shining as they locked with his. Something moved inside him, broke, and it had to be her eyes. They got him every time. Cupping the back of her neck, he brought her to him, kissing her long and hard as he thrust inside of her. With his thumb at the base of her neck, he squeezed as he started to pound, reaching the peak and ready to fall. She screamed out, her body shaking as she squeezed him like a vice grip. Pulling her legs back more, she arched her back. He groaned as he went deeper inside her. The sounds of their lovemaking were deafening, he wasn’t sure who was louder, and man, she was hot.

He was ready, and he could feel her getting there again. Pushing into her harder, his body slapping against hers, he added a little more pressure with his thumb to her neck, making sure not to hurt her as he fell over, filling her completely with his seed. Gasping, he thrust once more before, closing his eyes tight, sucking in a deep breath. Removing his hands from her throat and hip, he dropped them on both sides of her head, leaning down and kissing her hard on the mouth.

Pulling away only a breath, he whispered, “Sorry, I should have asked if you like that kind of thing.”

She smiled, moving her hands up his back and lacing her hands behind his neck. “I do. It was hot.”

He nodded, his nose against her as they shared the same breath. Opening his eyes, he met hers and he lost his breath. “You’re so beautiful.”

She bit into her lip, stroking his neck with her thumb before bringing him down for a long, chest-tightening kiss. When she pulled away, her hands cupping his face, the words were there and he was going to say them. “I… I..” Her eyes searched his, a smile playing on her lips, and he knew he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t do it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. When he opened them again, an easygoing smile rested on his lips. “I really liked that dance.”

“So it was good?”

“Great.”

“Awesome! Thank you! Hope it’s rated R in Mrs. Prissy’s eyes.”

He scoffed, moving his nose with hers. “Baby, that was more like NC-17.”

She smiled against his lips. “Thanks.”

“Oh, you are so welcome,” he said, cupping her butt as he looked deep into her intoxicating brown eyes. “I think you should dance all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yup,” he said with a nod. “It’s my favorite thing you do besides having sex with me.”

She laughed long and hard before standing up and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs; maybe I’ll do both for you again.”

He groaned loudly, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her jaw. She smiled up at him, and the words were there again. He wanted to say them, scream them, but when she sent him a carefree grin, pulling him out the door, he said nothing.

Chapter 27

“I THINK Phillip got the wrong size.” Reese frowned as she looked down at what she thought was a too tight, number 33, Anderson jersey.

Claire grinned up at her, in a matching, much larger Anderson jersey as she shook her head. “No, it’s a woman’s size. That’s why it’s fitted.”

Reese frowned again. “Well, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted what you got. Why did Phillip get this?”

She giggled as she said, “Probably because it’s tight on your boobs. Come on, it’s Phillip.”

“Touché.” Reese laughed as they made their way through the crowd to their seats in Luther Arena. Tonight was game night. This was the night for the Assassins to make franchise history with an eighteen straight game win. The crowd was buzzing, and their excitement was contagious. Reese was grinning like a fool, bouncing on her heels as she followed Claire though the sea of people. She obviously knew where she was going and that calmed Reese because she didn’t. Usually she sat up in the boxes with Harper and Elli, and it was going to be weird sitting down by the ice.

Elli had offered her box to them, but Claire was very adamant on sitting in her seats. It was sort of cute but when Reese fell into the seat beside Claire, she understood why. The seats were spectacular, right behind the home bench. Reese had a perfect view of both goals and if there wasn’t glass in her way, she could reach out and touch the guys. It was probably a good thing that the glass was there though because, lately, she couldn’t keep her hands off Phillip if she tried.

They had been… well… seeing—no, no that wasn’t it… definitely not dating… but… well, hanging out, for three months now. It had been great. Not only was the sex so hot it could melt the ice in Luther Arena, but they had fun. They went bowling with Claire, dinner, movies, and damn, was she happy. Yes, it scared the living shit out of Reese. She was becoming comfortable, and it worried her that at any time Phillip could become bored and want to move on. Because of this, she enjoyed the living hell out of him. Absorbed every second she had with him and Claire because it was becoming natural to her. So natural that a couple of weeks ago, when Phillip went away, instead of Claire going to Harper’s, she came and stayed with Reese.