“Take me,” I say in Russian.
“I will but not so fast, eh?”
While I squirm, arms over head, he takes a hard nipple into his mouth and sucks. Zings shoot to my core, juices flowing onto the sheets.
My eyes close and my mouth drops open as his fingers squeeze. Then, his teeth nibble until it almost hurts too much, followed by gentle licks. Back and forth he plays with my breasts as my nub grows to the point of bursting apart.
Unable to use my hands, I push my knee up to caress his length. This makes him let go and he slides down my body. With thumbs on my inner thighs, he separates my legs, and his mouth finds my drenched pussy.
His tongue slides alongside where I need him most, frustrating me further until he pushes one finger deep into me.
I arch up and moan. So damn close. “Kit. Now.”
He thrusts another finger deep. It’s so hot watching him watching me. Just when I think I can’t swell for him anymore, he blows. Maybe I’ll die from lack of orgasm.
I arch my back, open wide, and pull hard on the hair on the top of his head. “Fuck me.”
“Look at me, Sonia.” Dark eyes black with need gaze up at me, he licks my liquid from his lips as his thumb slides to my nub. Slowly, he presses where I ache most.
“Oh shit.” Surges of pleasure crash into me.
Suddenly, his immense cock is at my entrance. When he stretches me, I buck to grab more bliss. He slides in and out, taking me higher and higher. I never come down.
“Mine. Understand?” He pulls out, kneels, and throws my ankles over his shoulders. Then he grabs my thighs, renters fully, and I scream, overcome by how good it feels.
Again and again, hard and fast, I meet his every thrust, my own want growing urgent again.
When I come, I shout, he shouts, and with a shudder and a groan, goes so deep it hurts.
“Mine. Dammit.” One more thrust, he groans, and rolls me on top.
Still connected, my ear on his wet chest, his heart beats as fast as mine. I’d stay like this forever, if I could. Nothing in my life has prepared me for this. My heart is so full, it must be love but I dare not say. Not yet.
“I think we are very good together, Kit Tufek.”
He smiles so wide, maybe his face will break open, “Me too, cherie. Me too.”
After we make love twice more in the bed, and once in the shower, I’m ready to take a break and eat.
“Eggs, sausage, toast, and coffee for two.” I order in room service.
He dresses, opens a window, and stares down onto the narrow cobblestone street, lined with shops. “It’s beautiful here.”
“Da. As long as you have money.” Wrapped in a towel, I lay my head on his back and wrap my arms around his waist.
“Do you?” He turns and his dark eyes search my face.
It’s so wonderful to be asked questions, instead of being read by a human lie detector or coerced by Leonid.
Smiling, I stand behind him, and wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m fine. I have sponsors, a new coach, and soon I will win the gold here in Moscow. That will lead to even more advertising.”
He turns, his mouth frowning, brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Does that mean you’re staying? Here?”
“Where else would I live?” My hands cup his cheeks and I wish he would ask me to return to the states with him but I suppose it’s too soon to expect so much.
“I have to fly back today. Training camp.”
I pull out my laptop and sit on the bed. “Come. Take out your schedule. You have it with you? What cities will you be in?”
For the next hours, we compare my competitions to his game schedule, and plan to meet in one month in Chicago.
At the airport, I hug him so tight and inhale his spicy scent. I want to forget nothing.
Bag in hand at the gate, his eyes are moist as he kisses me hard. “You and me. Right? No one else.”
“No one else. You too, da?”
“Oui, cherie. Only you.”
I swallow hard over the lump in my throat. “Okay then. Go, now before I start to cry. Skype me when you land.”
Chapter 15
Kit
I sleep soundly for most of the flight home from Moscow, and feel pretty good as I traverse JFK airport and find my limo driver holding up my name on a iPad.
When I get stuck on I-287, I Skype her. “Hey, cherie. Turn on your camera, I want to see you.”
She does and I smile. She’s all sweaty with gym noises in the background.
“I miss you already.” Dammit. I should’ve have told her I loved her again while she was in my arms, screaming out my name.
Her face turns down. “I miss you, too. We can Skype every day, da?”
I’ve never wanted a long-distance relationship but then, no one has ever got under my skin like this woman. Right there, I decide to do everything in my power to keep her, forever.
The paperwork will be a nightmare. Still, my new lawyer is a miracle worker. He’ll figure it out if anyone can.
I need to know if she wants me. “Are you enjoying being on your own? Being free?”
She laughs. “For the first time in years I enjoy skating but to be a professional athlete, what freedom is there in that?”
I laugh with her. “I understand totally. I’ve got just one day left before training and after that, every hour of the day is scheduled for the next ten months.”
“Except for Chicago.” She looks a bit worried which makes me feel better.
“Right.”
Those almond eyes turn sad. “I need to go back before my muscles tighten up.”
“Bye, cherie. I loved spending time with you.” That’s pretty close to what I wanted to say.
“I loved it, too.” Her cheeks turn bright red, smile in place. “Talk soon.”
Every day we chat for hours. I tell her about escaping Bosnia at twelve, she tells me about losing her mother.
Because conversation is all I have to keep her, suddenly I have more to say to a woman than ever before. Hell, I talk more than Siri. And every damn time I hang up, it hurts more and all I can do is dream of her as we were in Moscow.
The first game of the season, I need to punish a player who tripped me as I was about to score. The fucking referee never called it so he must be blind. Either that, or crooked, eh? Whatever. You don’t fuck with me, and get away with it.
It becomes a huge brawl but they end up with more in the penalty box than us. With that advantage, the Rangers take the lead and win. When I shake hands with the guys on the other team, I shoot them my toothless grin and they do the same. After icing down, like always, I Skype Sonia.
“What is it?” I’m shocked to see red eyes full of tears and her nose red.
“Russia extradited my father. He’s in Moscow.”
Ah fuck. “I’m coming.”
“Nyet. This week I’m in Stockholm, then in Toronto.”
“Has he contacted you?”
“No.”
“What about Leonid?”
“He’s still in New York.”
“Cherie, then why the tears.”
She sniffs. “I’m not crying. I have a slight cold.”
“Sonia? This is me, Kit, eh? You don’t have to lie. Look into the camera and tell me what’s wrong.” I know she’s been skating better than she ever has, so it’s not that.
“I miss you. I miss your body next to mine. The way you smell, the way you make me feel. To Skype is good but it is not you.”
Ah, fuck. “We knew when we started dis thing, it wouldn’t be easy. You’re not giving up on me, are you?” I hold my breath because for the next few months, I’m booked solid except for three days around Christmas.
“No. You?”
“Never. Tell you what. When I get out of the rink, I’ll call you back.
“Okay.”
“Kit?”
“Uh, huh.”
“I think maybe… maybe I think… I’m i
n love with you.”
“I loved you, angel, since the day I first laid eyes on you, in Sochi.” Holy shit. I wasn’t prepared for that but I got quick reflexes, eh?
“Nyet. You hated me.”
I laugh. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. “Only that you were seventeen. I’ve had wet dreams about you since that day, and still do.”
She’s smiling now and I think we’ll make it until Christmas.
After that, every second I have between games and working out, we talk. As she says goodbye, she says, “I love you.”
Hell yeah, I say it back.
Chapter 16
Sonia
I can’t believe it’s Christmas and I’m back in New York. After passing through customs, I walk down the long hallway. Before I even exit the gated area, Kit jumps the ropes and pulls me into a giant hug.
I drop my luggage and my eyes sting as I inhale his wonderful masculine scent. All squished against his chest, for the first time in weeks, I’m truly, amazingly happy. When our lips meet, I press hard and close my eyes, needing to commit every feeling, every moment with him to memory.
Three days is such a short time.
A few people snap pictures and I could care less. I’m with him and nothing has ever felt better.
He whispers in my ear. “We should go before I fuck you right here in the airport.”
“There is a restroom.”
He laughs. “That’s my girl, but no. I have a suite nearby. Much more comfortable.”
I was serious. However, he seems determined to get me to a hotel as he grabs the handle of my bag and takes my hand in his.
He holds on, as if I might disappear, and doesn’t let go, not even while driving.
“Damn, I missed you, cherie.”
“Can you drive any faster? There’s a hotel right there, that says vacancy.”
He laughs. “In this neighborhood? I don’t think so.”
When he squeezes high up on my thigh, I’m so wet and full of desire, I almost come.
I move my hand higher on his leg. “Just hurry up, hockey-man.”
A few more agonizing minutes later, we’re in a parking lot where we first made love. I don’t wait for him to open my door, instead meet him in the front of the car. When he grabs my hand, laughing, we run to the elevator, kissing. Then, I unbutton his jacket and untuck his shirt, craving his skin.
His hand reaches around, up the back of my skirt, and squeezes my behind. The hotel room better be close because by the time we get to the third floor, I got my hand on his zipper.
With a growl, he lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist, and he pushes me to the wall. I hear someone say ‘get a room’, and I laugh. “We’re trying.”
He only stops kissing me long enough for us to run down the hall. He swipes his card, opens the door, and he’s all over me.
Our winter coats drop to the floor, followed by my dress and his jeans. I can’t wait as I kiss him, my hands holding the back of his head, standing on tiptoes.
All of my senses ignite spontaneously as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his cock pressing hard into my abs. My hands reach under his shirt, palms sliding up and down his warm, muscles.
I need to feel every inch of him, he feels so damn good.
With a curse, he kicks off his shoes, drops his boxers, freeing his huge length. I reach for him but he’s already behind me, pulling down my panties and stockings, unlatching my bra.
I turn, and finally skin to skin, our naked bodies connect, his hard cock between us. My breasts tingle under his fine chest hairs as I wrap my fingers around his length.
“Merde. No.” He takes my hand and pulls me to the bed.
When he feels how swollen and wet I am, he thrusts into me hard and fast.
I scream and push up to feel his core rubbing against my nub. So good, I do it again, mindlessly growing to this amazing glorious…
Oh shit. I explode, and a second later, he shouts out my name, thrusts one more time, and releases his juices into me.
There we lie, touching each other everywhere, as our heartbeats slow.
His beautiful eyes, normally light, reflect the dark bedspread. “Welcome home.”
New York is no longer my residence but I get what he’s saying. In his arms, making love to him, I have never felt more at peace.
Suddenly, my heart grows heavy. “I want more than three days, Kit.”
“I know, cherie. Me too. Give me some time to figure it out.”
The next day, at the door to a Brooklyn apartment, Kit kisses Melanie Quinn on the lips.
I might get jealous, except for the very cute baby on her hips.
CJ, her husband, apparently doesn’t feel the same and punches Kit on the shoulder.
Quickly, I hand off a rare Vodka, to make peace. “Merry Christmas.”
Attention diverted, the huge football player holds the bottle high, reading the label, “Whoa. Thank you. This is great.”
As we’re ushered into a living room, every inch covered in decorations, the doorbell rings. I hug Andy and Finn, the two men that helped me get back on my feet. Then, CJ’s mother offers me a drink. In the kitchen, I meet a sister from somewhere in the south and some more people whose names I can’t remember.
A giant turkey comes out of the oven, there’s pickles, some hideous fried onions over green beans, and way too much colored Jello. With so much wine flowing, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, until it goes dark. Melanie lights some candles and one of her guests plays a guitar, singing a love song softly.
Oh my God.
In front of me, Kit goes down on one knee and holds up an open fuzzy box with a glittering diamond ring. “Cherie. Say you will marry me.”
Suddenly, our careers matter nothing at all as his dark eyes penetrate mine.
“Why not? Let’s do it.”
He hugs me so tight, I can’t breathe as the people in the room applaud. When champagne is poured, my heart is so light, it floats.
When I sit next to him, after much drinking, I worry. “How will we ever manage?”
Laughing, he reaches into a knapsack and sets a stack of papers in my lap. “I’ve had Andy working on it since last fall.”
“Really?” This, I admit, shocks me.
“Oui, cherie. I knew, even then, that you couldn’t live without me.”
I place the papers on floor, wrap my arms around the back of his neck, and kiss him with all my might. “We can set a date?”
“As soon as my season is done we’ll marry in Canada.”
“And the US will let me live here?”
“Oui. Andy’s got it all worked out. You’ll need to start signing some of these papers but tomorrow, if you please. Tonight, I have other ideas.”
I try to see into the future using the sparkling diamond as my crystal ball. After Kit has had enough of his grueling career, he plans on fathering a full hockey team. Me? I picture little girls in pink costumes with tiny figure skates. Regardless, we both see them running through the fields of Halifax, doing chores on our dairy farm, and growing up healthy and happy.
This dream, however, is still a few years down the road. We’ve talked about how there’ll be times where I can’t be with him. So, during his long-playing season, I’ll schedule professional events to make the time pass. I know this will be hard but my vision is clear. Kit Tufek is the man I’m destined to be with the rest of my life, my heart’s every desire.
My eyes water a little and I let them roll down my cheeks. Some tears are the good kind.
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