I chuckled. “Not the diaphragm. But it was a good call.” I wanted to hold her even closer. I kissed her neck. “You have a filthy mouth,” I teased, turning her in my arms and standing us both upright.
“And you don’t?” she taunted.
My chest heaved with laughter. “It sounds better on you, though.” I winked.
“That’s probably true.” She giggled.
19
Sophie
I didn’t know if I had the answers I was looking for, but I thought I at least had a direction. Something to steer us. Guide us. And if I trusted Roman, that direction was forward. I rolled toward Roman in the gigantic bed. His frame was long and solid. I wrapped myself around his muscles, raising my head to rest on his chest.
He growled and slipped an arm around me.
“Does this place have coffee?” I asked.
“It’s five-star,” he grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. We had eaten dinner, taken a shower, had more sex, then finally fallen asleep sometime after midnight.
“We have the entire day.” I smiled, stretching my arms across him. “I don’t have to go back to work until tomorrow. What do you have planned for us?” I could feel the energy running in my veins. I could try the gym. I had seen a brass plaque for it in the elevator.
“Plans? I thought you didn’t want any more of my surprises.”
I swatted his chiseled torso. He finally opened his eyes.
“Ouch.”
“I did not hurt you.” I tickled his sides and climbed on top of him.
“My ribs have something to say about that.” He grabbed his side.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.” I quickly hustled to free the pressure against his obliques when he suddenly rolled me on my back and pinned my wrists to the mattress.
“Liar,” I hissed.
“You fell for it.” He winked.
I narrowed my eyes, but his body aligned against mine and my glare faded. It was replaced by recognition. His hardened shaft pressed to my heat as he nudged my knees wide. My chest burned, and my core sizzled. That look. That one look he gave me said he was going to fuck me hard and wildly until I came as much as he wanted me to orgasm. He wasn’t letting me out of this bed until I had reached his perfect number. My nipples began to pebble. He eased inside me, thick, wide, pulsing, and the world spiraled. I gasped for air, but he plunged deeper, hiking my knee around his waist while he kept my wrists bound.
There wasn’t enough air. Not enough oxygen when Roman was near. Not when he pumped in and out of me like our lives depended on it. I arched toward him, climbing, scaling his body for friction.
“Oh, shit, I want to come,” I breathed in his ear.
He grunted with another controlled thrust, and when he sheathed himself fully, I thought I would shatter beneath him. Our eyes locked, and he watched me unravel. He studied my eyes and the noises I made. He saw me raw and emotional. He saw how his body made mine quake and shiver. Burn and freeze.
I whimpered, my eyes never leaving his. The vibrations intensified. I yanked against his grip, but I was bound.
“Come,” he commanded.
He pulled out and pushed in, sending me into oblivion. Another climax tore through me, this one making me beg. The words coming out of my mouth didn’t make any sense. Gibberish. Sexish. A language that sprouted when Roman made love to me.
The release roared through me, and I pulled harder against his restraint. His eyes lit with fire. “I’m not done,” he warned. “Morning plans,” he taunted.
I whimpered when I felt his free hand curve under my ass and lift me off the Egyptian cotton sheets just enough to stroke my sensitive ring of muscles. My eyes flashed to his and I saw the devilish expression on his face as he eased the finger inside me, penetrating that hole. He didn’t care how tight it was. How much pressure was there. I wriggled beneath him as he claimed me in two spots. The more I bucked, the deeper his finger probed and the more intense it felt. It felt fucking incredible. Full. Satisfying. I couldn’t think. He was pushing in and out. Twisting his finger wickedly while his cock stretched me so far I whimpered uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Roman,” I cooed when he held his finger in place and unleashed his cock on me.
“Come,” he growled. I couldn’t keep the shattering from starting. I couldn’t make it stop, either. I was at his mercy. Under his control. Yielding my body to his wants and demands. And it felt incredible to free myself. To give up order and restraint. If I did what he coaxed from me, I’d feel nothing but pleasure.
“I-I can’t.” I sucked in a breath as my head thrashed again.
“What’s my number?” he quizzed me.
I was spiraling in my third orgasm, and there was no end in sight. My body was a live wire, and he wanted math?
His teeth were on my chin, my throat, nipping at my collarbone and back to my ear. “My number, Soph. You didn’t give me the number.”
“F-four,” I sputtered, wanting another orgasm like the last one. I didn’t care I had just admitted I knew his jersey number for the Dires.
“I’m not going to let you go.” His grip tightened, and I was excited to feel what he had in mind.
I shook my head. “Don’t,” I pleaded. I didn’t want him to. If he held me, I could give this to him. He would feel it more intensely. See it. Know it. Live in it.
“Four,” I repeated. “I want four.”
His finger slipped from my ass, and I whimpered for it. He grinned. The secret was out that grown-up Sophie liked a little ass play now and then. His cock slid out from me next. I gasped. Things were going backward. I wanted more. Not less.
He dropped his mouth over my nipple and began to pluck and suck with fever.
“Could I make you come like this?” He toyed with my body.
“No.” A raspy sound escaped my lips.
He swirled his tongue over my nipple. It pointed at him, and he descended over it again, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before inhaling half my breast in his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned, not knowing it could feel so intense to be taken in his mouth this way.
“You sure?” he taunted.
I tried to squeeze my knees together, but his body was in the way. I wanted friction. I needed opposition if there was any hope of another orgasm. A fourth promised orgasm.
“No. No.” He tsked. “Spread them,” he growled.
My mouth went dry. My heart hammered as I loosened the pressure my knees had on his body. Oh, shit, this felt dirty. It felt risky. Even though I was under the sheets, dropping my legs into a spread-eagle position felt vulnerable. But as my legs moved and my knees fell open, I gasped as he sucked harder on my breast.
“So many ways to make you come again,” he teased.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged. “That will definitely work.” My pussy ached. Exposed and open, I felt it pulse in a way I couldn’t when I tried to conceal it.
His eyes landed on the other nipple, and I moaned when his tongue lashed over it.
“Oh, shit, Roman.” I pushed my back off the bed, offering my tit to him. “I need you to let me come,” I pleaded. I watched as my breast disappeared in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the point. He let it pop from his mouth.
“I think you will,” he growled in my ear, drawing circles on my stomach with his finger. The finger I wanted somewhere else entirely. My hips bucked, dying for his finger to at least dip inside me. I saw his cock bob between my legs.
“In-inside me,” I breathed. His tongue ran down my throat.
“You’re going to come like this.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think you know how it works,” I argued.
“I know your body, Soph. I know it better than anyone in the world.” His eyes met mine. “I know how you like to be fucked. How you like to be kissed. I know that this is driving you fucking crazy.” He emphasized the hold he had on my wrists, dragging them above my head. My fingers grazed the headboard. I tried to shake him loose, but we
both knew there was no point. He had me. He’d always had me.
I bared my teeth.
He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “Come,” he commanded.
“No,” I defied him.
His tongue began to torture my tits again. He broke contact for a second. “Show me what your body does when I’m fucking you,” he growled.
I whimpered as my hips began to move, rocking back and forth, up and down. He sucked with passion. “And I’m deep, Soph. So fucking deep. What does your body do?”
I cried, “But you’re not.” I yanked at his hands. I wanted to break free and climb on top of him. I wanted to feel the fullness of him explode inside me.
“Show me,” he coaxed.
My hips swayed faster. My knees tucked and my legs were flat against the mattress as I lifted my ass off the bed. The rhythm made me clench and squeeze. His tongue flicked and played with my nipples, but his eyes were locked on my pussy. His breath quickened. I saw his shaft. The precum glistened on the tip, squirting at intervals. Intervals of his excitement. He was getting off watching me create an orgasm out of thin air. Out of nothing but dirty words and promises. Holy shit, I was, too. I was completely turned on.
My breathing was rapid, and I felt the cascade of heat building in my core. It was consuming me. Humming. Taking over.
“Oh, my God. It’s so-so…” I wanted to see his eyes, but he was in heaven watching my pussy take off under his orders. My body was wracked with lust. I was afraid to speak. Afraid to change course or the climax would crack and disappear before it came to the surface. I jerked at his hands, needing something to remind me I was bound to earth and I wasn’t having an out of body experience.
“Roman,” I cried out as the climax slammed into me. My legs vibrated, and I trembled in every muscle. Every limb.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, watching the quakes slow as my breaths grew bigger and slower.
“You just made me come out of thin air.” I stared at him in awe. He maneuvered on top of me.
“Shh.” His cock slid inside me, and I whimpered when I realized how much he challenged my body. He was already on the verge of exploding when he sank into me. I knew he had been holding off during those four orgasms. He’d given me pleasure. So much of it.
I kissed the side of his cheek while he grunted, rooting his way to the deepest part of my walls. I tasted the salt on his skin. He spilled his release inside me with a final thrust, and I didn’t know how I’d ever recover from sex like this.
He slowly let go of my wrists and pulled them over his neck. I grinned.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered.
“Not as amazing as you.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
“How did you know you could make me come like that?” I questioned.
His body was heavy on mine. I loved the reminder that we were most comfortable naked together.
He laughed, and I felt the way my heart stirred. The way my soul started to take off. That laugh. That beautiful laugh.
“I thought I’d take a shot.” He smiled.
I shook my head. That was the power of Roman Sorrow.
20
Roman
I had ordered one of everything on the room service menu, even mimosas and two pots of coffee. There were trays scattered throughout the suite. We sat on the bed, trying omelets, pancakes, and the hash brown casserole the Pembroke swore by. The menu boasted that it had won an award.
Sophie smiled every time she tasted something new. “Mmm.”
I ran my finger through a bowl of whipped cream meant for the strawberries. “Not a bad breakfast.”
She giggled. “I’m going to have to run a few extra miles after this.”
“Don’t say that.”
She blushed. “I’m not nineteen anymore. I can’t sit down and eat a chocolate cake without consequences.”
“You’re also gorgeous and sexy as hell. Don’t run today.”
She twisted her lips together. “What are you doing about conditioning this summer?”
I huffed. “I haven’t been on the ice. Not since the last game.”
She looked surprised. “Why not? You could get ice time in Nahalia.” It was the closest town to Penny Hill that had an iceplex. I’d spent more time there than I had at home growing up. I still didn’t know how my mom managed to drive me thirty minutes there and still run her business for years. Elementary, middle and high school, she drove back and forth. I never missed a practice or a game.
I exhaled. “This is my downtime.” If I had been in Belize, I wouldn’t have carved out time for the ice. Why should I now that my vacation plans changed? “Why? Do you think I look soft?” I joked.
Her finger pressed into my abs, hitting a solid layer of muscle. “Nope. Not at all.”
My Dire Wolves T-shirt hung off her shoulder. We both seemed calmer. More content than we had been in weeks. I felt the peace settle over us. I knew it was because we talked last night. Because Sophie had forced my hand. She always knew the right move to make, even if it cost her something she wanted. She spoke her mind. She didn’t live in gray areas. I admired the hell out of that.
“Did you try the croissants?” she asked, pinching off the end of one.
“I’ll take one.” I reached over her knee for the basket of pastries. “How much do you think I could pay this place to let us move in?” I mused. “I could get used to this.”
Her head tilted, and she scanned my face.
“It was a joke,” I explained. “I’m not serious.”
“Right. I know that.” She shoved more croissant in her mouth.
“Do you want me to ask?” I wanted to hear her answer.
Her eyes bulged. “Another joke?”
I shrugged. “What if I did?” I tested. “Take over the penthouse for the rest of the summer. Live off croissants. Swim in the pool. Go for hikes. Get my workouts with you right here.” I patted the bed. “Sounds like paradise to me.”
She laughed. “Sounds insane to me.”
“Does it?” I sprawled across the bed, my torso covering the width.
“A fantasy. A dream that would be crushed the instant someone called or texted us and wanted to know if we’d lost our minds.”
“We used to dream up a lot of stories like that, didn’t we?”
“All kinds of crazy dreams,” she admitted. “Like when we thought we could take an RV to Canada after I graduated and spend the summer camping.”
“That one doesn’t seem out of this world.” I laughed. “And the only reason it didn’t happen was your dad flipped the fuck out.”
“He does that still.” She wrinkled her nose. “What about when you tried to convince me we should start saving up so we could get our private pilot licenses? Because you wanted us to fly from state to state. I think it was just to go to every NHL game you could.”
“Hey, that was a good idea.”
“It cost a fortune!” she exclaimed. “I was in college. On scholarship. I couldn’t even afford the deposit for the classes.”
“I think we could still do that one.” I placed my hand on her knee, watching her eat. I hadn’t forgotten about wanting to take flying lessons.
“Ohh, and then you tried to drag me to Oktoberfest and Mardi Gras in the same year.” Her face was bright.
“That’s a valid goal,” I argued. “But wait, let’s not forget your craziest plan.”
“What was that?”
My eyes set on her. “I think it was matching tattoos.” I laughed heartily.
She yanked a pillow from the headboard and threw it at my face. “You liked that design.”
I tried to stop laughing while she continued to smother me with the pillow.
“Okay. Okay. I did like it. I did.” I raised my hands in the air, and she settled back on her heels. Her hair was messy and wild. Her eyes blazed. Fuck. She had no idea what she did to me. Not a clue.
She released the pillow. I didn’t miss the side eye she shot when she lung
ed for her coffee cup on the bedside table. It was served in the resort’s fine china with the emblem painted in gold on the saucer.
“All right, so we used to come up with a lot of plans, but what do you dream about now?” She had posed a question I wasn’t prepared for.
“Winning the Stanley Cup,” I answered.
“You will, Roman. I know you will.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You’re still an incredible hockey player. You know that.”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t mean anything if I don’t have the Cup next to my name.”
“I don’t have to tell you this, but you know it’s a team sport. You are not a golfer or a racecar driver. You’re not the only guy on the ice. They have a role to play, too.”
“But I’m the only one who can stop the points from going up on the board. Me. It’s on my shoulders,” I growled. I hung my head. I didn’t want the shadow to follow me here. Not like this. Not when we were having such a good time.
“Have you talked to your therapist about this?”
“What?”
“Dr. Falcon, right? Do you tell her these things? I’m not trying to pry into your sessions, but are you at least talking to someone about it?”
I grumbled. “It’s not something I can talk to anyone about.”
“Why not? She’s a professional. That’s what she’s there for.”
“Soph,” I whispered. I felt the resistance stiffening in my muscles. The familiar urge to object was there. “I don’t talk to people about how I feel. You know that.”
“But what if you did? Think how much it matters to me when you do. How much it changes things between us when we actually face what we’re dealing with. You could do that for yourself.”
I shook my head as I lunged off the bed. “That’s okay. Dr. Falcon doesn’t want to hear about hockey. I don’t think it’s her sport.”
I strolled into the bathroom and turned the shower water to hot. It was a hell of a lot easier to build walls than tear them down. I thought Sophie knew that by now.
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