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  “More.”

  A spurt of lust shot through her. She spread. Wider.

  And he touched her with fingers that were exquisitely sensitive on those big, rough hands. Her hands grasped the white, shiny tile, as slick with wetness as she was herself, she felt she needed something to hang on to or she’d slide in a boneless heap at his feet.

  While he rubbed her, she felt his cock, hard and eager at her back, bumping her gently as she moved helplessly against his magic fingers.

  Heat built and she heard herself moan, resting her cheek against the cool tile. Closing her eyes against the bright light, while the water pounded down over them.

  Climax flowed through her, sudden and pure, like the streams of water coming down. She turned, half blind with passion and water, reached for him. “My turn,” she said and took the soap.

  Soaping up his chest was a delight. She loved the hairiness of him, the big lather she created and then rubbed all over him. Over his gorgeous athlete’s biceps, his ropy forearms and wrists, his hands, finger by finger, while she made other parts of him wait.

  He’d commanded her and she’d obeyed. Would he be as smart?

  “Turn around,” she ordered in imitation of the way he’d spoken to her.

  She thought he raised an eyebrow, but it was hard to tell with all the steam and water. He turned.

  She smiled to herself, enjoying having her hands on his lovely, muscular back. His butt was round and hard. She washed all the way down his legs, and then without words, turned him, so his jutting cock was level with her mouth.

  When he saw her intent, he said, “Oh, baby, yes.”

  She opened for him, took him in. Loved him with her mouth.

  He was so beautiful, so hard and deliciously big. She explored all of him with her tongue, licking underneath, taking his balls gently in her mouth which made him shudder and moan.

  He was hers completely. She loved the heady sense of her own female power. Playing with him, torturing him just a little as she built him up slowly, keeping control so he had to adjust to her pace.

  “You are killing me,” he groaned, and then she took pity on him and let him fly.

  He pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply.

  “You are everything,” he said.

  8

  ON THEIR WAY OUT, Jarrad stopped to thank the night manager for letting them in. He noticed that Sierra hung back, as though the guy would know what they’d been doing. Which, come to think of it, he probably did.

  Jarrad felt like he had when he’d first been drafted. As though everything was ahead of him and he could do anything he put his mind to.

  He stopped dead, astonished to find that the darkness which had plagued him since he first found out he wouldn’t be playing professionally anymore had mysteriously lifted.

  How could one school-teaching, fledgling hockey-playing, sweetheart of a woman change a man in such a short time?

  It couldn’t be possible.

  But if not, then how else to explain the sudden knowledge that everything was going to be all right?

  He turned to leave and the guy said, “Oh, by the way, we had some press types here earlier lookin’ for you.”

  Irritation tried to poke holes in his feeling of happiness. “What did you tell them?”

  “Told ’em to piss off,” then he nodded to Sierra. “If you’ll pardon the expression.”

  “Certainly,” she said, always polite.

  “Thanks,” Jarrad said and grabbing her hand they left.

  Even though it was 3:00 a.m. or so, he still checked the parking lot before hustling the pair of them into his car.

  As they hit the road, he said, “I guess I figured they wouldn’t bother me up here. So my ex is hooking up again, so what?”

  She touched his hand with hers, and he felt ridiculously reassured. “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry about? I’m the one dragging you into a mess no woman needs. I’m sure you don’t want your students asking what you’re doing hanging out with that guy who used to play hockey. Or your girlfriends and family asking a bunch of questions you might not be ready for.”

  Her hand gripped his so suddenly he was startled. “Is that why you’ve been hiding me?” He turned and found her eyes big and serious as she regarded him.

  “I haven’t been hiding you. I’ve been trying to protect you.”

  “I thought—I thought— Oh, never mind.” She shook her head and turned forward once more.

  “You thought what?”

  “I thought I wasn’t important enough for you. Not high-profile enough I guess. Not a celebrity.”

  “You have got to be kidding me.”

  She shook her head, kind of sadly. “I’d love the world to see us together. I want to meet your family. But then, with only two weeks, I figured we’d keep it quiet, then no one has to know.”

  “What do you mean two weeks?”

  “Before you go back.”

  Had he really said that? He put an arm out and pulled her to him. “You know what’s great about being retired? You can do anything you want with your time. I don’t have to go anywhere.”

  She turned back to him and he thought her face was the most beautiful sight in the world.

  “We’ve only started this thing. Who knows where it will lead? All I know is that you make me feel like the world’s full of possibilities again. I think I lost that after the accident.”

  He looked at her for a long moment before continuing. “You’re smart and sexy and beautiful and you care about people.”

  “I’m a teacher, not a fancy celebrity.”

  “Exactly. You’re a great teacher. You’re teaching me to live again and to quit coasting along making dumb-ass commercials for something to do. Maybe I’ll coach, maybe I’ll build stuff.”

  “Build stuff?”

  “Sure. I used to love working with my hands. I built furniture and all kinds of things when I was younger. Then hockey took over my life. I don’t need more money. I need something to do. I guess I got so caught up in who I used to be that I forgot there’s a whole new life out there waiting for me.”

  “Of course there is.” She spoke with so much confidence in him, how could she understand what that meant? He didn’t want to scare her since they’d only begun, but he had a pretty strong feeling that Sierra was going to be a part of that future.

  He caught a dream image glimpse of the two of them in the future. He bet she wouldn’t let him build a crib because of some safety thing, but he was bound and determined to build a high chair. That he could do.

  And maybe a rocking horse.

  He’d have go dig up his dad’s old tools and start practicing.

  The contentment was like a warm blanket around his heart. “Anything you need to go home for?”

  She shook her head. “School’s closed tomorrow. I threw a few extra things in my sports bag, in case I got an invitation I couldn’t refuse.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  * * *

  NEXT MORNING, HE WOKE up feeling better than he’d felt in a long time. With a jolt, he realized he was alone in bed. Surely she hadn’t gone squirrely on him and snuck off home?

  Then he heard the greatest sound in the world, next to those panting cries she made when she came. He heard the sound of a woman singing in the kitchen.

  In his experience, a woman singing in the kitchen this early meant she was making something like coffee. Or breakfast in bed.

  Sure enough, she waltzed in a few minutes later, wearing one of his T-shirts that dropped almost to her knees, looking sexy as hell and bearing a tray. Okay, so it was healthier stuff than he usually ate, and maybe the portions were a little skimpy, but he didn’t feel like complaining.

  After breakfast, they sat around drinking coffee and reading the paper, then after a nice round of midmorning sex followed by a shower, he said, “Let’s go meet my family.”

  “Are you sure? I didn’t mean right away.”

  “I