and I pulled at his until they were scattered on the floor. I lay back on the couch, my body humming with need for him.
He tore his mouth from mine and looked down at me. “It’s a good thing for us,” he said.
My heart swelled with love for him. He pushed my thighs apart, about to make up for the sex we’d missed over the weekend, when I stopped him with a palm on his chest.
“Mr. Bosch, you know I believe in incentivizing,” I said.
His gray-blue eyes darkened with arousal. “I’m well aware, boss. What’d you have in mind?”
“Score a goal with the new team and I’ll give you the one part of me you’ve never had?”
“Your ass?”
“That’s right. And you know me, Killian. I’ll want it hard.”
“Fuck. I’ve never wanted to score a goal so bad in my life.”
My smile turned into a moan as he thrust himself into me.
“Like that?” he asked, pausing while buried all the way in me. “Or . . . maybe like this?”
He pounded into me, pushing my thighs up near my shoulders to give him a better angle.
“Oh, God,” I cried, panting. “Like that. Killian . . . don’t stop.”
“Have you missed this, baby?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes, relishing the fullness of him inside me.
“I’ve missed your wet pussy,” he said, wrapping an arm around the back of my shoulders to hold me in place as he fucked me even harder. “Fuck, baby . . . so good.”
He lowered his lips to my nipple, circling it lightly with his tongue. I cried out and dug my nails into his back. I was desperate to come, and he was teasing me with the one thing he knew would send me over the edge.
“Your nipples taste so good,” he said in a low, sexy tone. “I could just lick and suck them for hours.”
He sucked one lightly then went back to circling it with his tongue, his hips still pounding into me mercilessly.
“Killian, please,” I begged. “Please let me come.’
I felt his low groan against my nipple. He grazed it between his teeth lightly and I cried out with frustration. An instant later, his teeth locked onto my nipple and tugged it hard, sending me into a deep orgasm that spread through my whole body in powerful waves.
He groaned against my neck, his body tensing for a few seconds. When he went limp, I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
“I love you so damn much,” he said in my ear. “No matter where I’m at, you’re my girl. Don’t ever forget that.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears of happiness. This next stage of our relationship wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worth having ever was.
Killian
Two weeks into joining the new team, I was finally hitting a groove. I’d been too worried about screwing up to enjoy my first few games, but tonight’s had been fun. I was already analyzing the mistakes I’d made, but I knew I’d done more right than wrong.
My teammates and I were meeting for a late dinner. I was sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the restaurant when I pulled out my phone to call Sid. A text from my former coach was waiting for me.
Orion: Nice game tonight.
I wrote back my thanks. It felt good to know that he’d watched it. Bennett and Liam were catching as many of my games as they could, and I knew they were in my corner despite all their pissy text messages. I missed everyone from the Fenway team like hell. Now I was a small fish in the pond, and my swagger was on the back burner.
I missed Sid more than anyone. In Fenway, there’d been small reminders of her everywhere. I’d be pulling on a hoodie and realize I could smell her perfume on it. I’d gotten used to the cinnamon toothpaste at her place, and now the mint kind at my new apartment just wasn’t the same. I still pulled two coffee mugs out of the cabinet in the morning, forgetting I was only pouring coffee for one now.
When I dialed her number, the sound of her voice on the other end of the line soothed away some of the ache.
“Killian, you were amazing tonight,” she said.
“Thanks. I wish you were here. Or I was there . . . or something”
“Me, too.”
“How was your day?”
She sighed, the few seconds of silence telling me something was up. “You know, the usual.”
“I like hearing about your