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  I want to say that I took in everything about the suite Sofia had apparently been saving for since Christmas. That I enjoyed the view of downtown Nashville or even the large bed in the middle of the room, but I’d be lying. The only thing that matters in this room is Sofia.

  She undressed the moment we entered the room and then slowly undressed me, her mouth leaving trails of torture along my body. Our kisses were desperate, wanton, but nothing can compare to seeing her on my lap. Her legs are up on the bed, wide open, and her ass is against my cock as we stare at each other in the mirror. I’m trembling everywhere.

  “Show me,” she whispers. “Show me how to do it.”

  I know she is trying to distract me.

  And she is very much succeeding.

  I take her hand, bringing it up to my lips and sucking her fingers into my mouth before open-mouth kissing her palm. When her fingers are nice and wet, I guide them between her beautifully parted legs, her pristine pussy glistening at me as I move her fingers between her lips. “The key is moisture,” I whisper in her ear, licking her lobe. “You find this nub, right here. Oh yeah, you feel that?” She gasps, arching against our hands, and I honestly don’t know how I am supposed to make it through this. “And you flick.”

  I show her, and her cries are a reward as I watch. I think she has it, so I remove my hand and I watch as she does just what I demonstrated. Her face is flushed, her eyes unsure, yet she’s confident as she moves her fingers along her wet, swollen lips. I’m breathless as I watch her, my cock so fucking hard it hurts. I trail my tongue along her ear, her neck, and then her jaw as she starts to speed up, her body quivering against mine. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and her moans are so loud and energetic, making it hard to see straight.

  “That’s right, baby, you’re almost there. I can feel it, see it… Fuck, you’re so hot,” I whisper in her ear as her back arches into me. She’s so sexy, her pussy so wet and glistening as she moves her fingers along it. When she moves her fingers into her entrance, I hold my breath, my heart rising up in my throat. “Oh yes. Baby, yes.”

  “Oh, Ryan,” she gasps, and my cock is straining against her ass. I want to enter her, bury myself so deep inside her I can’t see or hear anything. As she finger-fucks herself, her other hand coming to flick herself, I shake my head. She’s going to kill me.

  She comes undone with one hell of cry, and she crumples against me. But we aren’t done.

  Lifting her out of my lap, I lay her on the bed as I cover her body with mine, pushing her legs out of my way to the sides so I can fall between them. I kiss up her stomach, between her breasts to her chest, getting drunk on her scent and the feelings she gives me. I nuzzle her neck as she lengthens it for me, arching against me, her sweet, wet pussy teasing my cock.

  “I liked that.”

  “Me too,” I say roughly against her neck. “I almost came watching you come.”

  “Mmm,” she moans, grinding against me, like she’s trying to get off once more. “I think I like it better when you do it.”

  I chuckle against her jaw as I hiss out, “Well, I know how to make this body sing for sure. You’ll learn.”

  I take her mouth, sloppily kissing her as I move her legs back against the bed. I almost enter her; man, I want to, but I need a condom. Reaching for one off the nightstand, I slide it down my cock quickly before returning to the place I need to be. I enter her in one thrust, and she groans, her hands coming to my waist, holding on. I dig my fingers into her thighs as I hold them down, and I begin to move into her with such need. There is nothing on this earth that I want more than to be inside her. To be one with her.

  She meets each one of my thrusts, her eyes dark and nearly closing as she holds on. She’s so beautiful, so stunning, and I feel love in her gaze. She loves wholeheartedly, and I feel the same for her. Ten million times over. As my body goes tight and each thrust gets harder and deeper, I’m met with the most beautiful sounds from her. Sounds I’m unable to get out of my head. Sounds I don’t think I can live without. I look down at her. I love her. She respects me. She loves me.

  I need her.

  Everything goes tight, and then I explode. White lights fill my eyes as my body feels as if it’s shattering. My gut is tight, I think my balls have blown up, and my vision is full of spots. I fall on top of her, and she holds me in her arms, her lips trailing along my jaw, my cheek, my mouth. I move to the side of her so I don’t smother her, and she comes with me, her limbs wrapping around me. I close my eyes and nuzzle her hair, inhaling her scent as she holds me close, the silence surrounding us. I feel her arm move, and then the room goes dark. Her hands tuck under my chin, and I am at home.

  Her hands, my chin, our hearts pounding…

  I’m safe.

  “What are you thinking?”

  Her words are soft, quiet, but what she wants to know comes through loud and clear. “I’m thinking about what I want.”

  “Which is?”

  I move my lips along her scorching skin and inhale deeply. “I know I can make it in the NHL, but Ontario will be a lot of work, and I could still not make it. What sticks with me is that when he said he couldn’t get me anything here, that Ontario was my only option, I didn’t get upset. I wasn’t sad or bummed. I didn’t feel this overwhelming sense of failure like I thought I would. I just thought, shit, do I want to try or do I want to stay here?” I exhale as I grip her tighter. “I don’t want to go to Ontario, but I want to play.”

  “I understand all of that,” she says, threading her fingers through my hair. “But what does your heart say?”

  It says Sofia, but she doesn’t want to hear that.

  “Because, no matter what it says, know I’m right here. I’m freaking out, waiting to know what you want to do. But whatever you choose, I’m with you, Ryan. Always. I can wear a snow hat, or I can be home when you come back from every road trip. Whatever you want, I am in it to win it. With you.”

  My eyes burn as I look into her sweet face. “You deserve—”

  “You. You, Ryan. Only you. You just gotta figure out where we’ll be at the end of the game.”

  I want to be with her. I don’t care about anything else because she’s my end game.

  My eyes burn as I hold her close. “I’m just confused.”

  “Okay,” she says softly. “Is there anything I can do?”

  “Hold me?”

  “Done,” she says, holding me closer before she places a kiss to my jaw.

  “Love me, even though I drive you insane?”

  She giggles against my skin. “Been doing that.”

  “Maybe a blow job in a bit?”

  “Already planned it.”

  I smirk against her cheek, and I feel her smile against mine. “I love you, Sofia.”

  “I love you more, Ryan.”

  “If you say so,” I say, because she doesn’t.

  There’s no way.

  I love her more than I love myself.

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Ryan

  I wore her out.

  Or she wore herself out by working the hell out of me. I’m unsure, but Sofia is passed out in the bed.

  Sitting in the big fluffy chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I gaze out at the Nashville skyline. I’m naked as the day I was born, but in the pitch black, I don’t care.

  I just need to think.

  For some reason, I’m taken back to the first day I picked up a hockey stick. I was maybe three, and Shea was so excited. He bought me all my gear, and he taught me everything. I was so hyper and ready to go. I was going to be a hockey player like Unky Shea. Fast-forward ten years, and I was in my first tournament. We got our asses handed to us, but we were a brotherhood. To this day, I’m still friends with those guys. It’s one of my favorite things about hockey, the brotherhood. None of those guys made it to the NHL. They all lost interest, but I didn’t. I was determined. I was going to make it, make my uncle proud—and my dad.

  I’m pro