Killian (On the Line #1) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,69

we built a rhythm that got deeper and stronger.

With every thrust, he grunted. I knew he could finish anytime he wanted. But this was our first time, and I wanted to savor it as long as I could.

I turned my face around to look at him. His expression was twisted in ecstasy.

“I love you, Sid,” he said softly.

Seeing him so overcome nearly sent me over the edge. I reached between my legs to touch myself, but he pulled my arm back, trapping it behind my back. His other arm pulled back on my shoulder and he raised me until I was on my knees, my back to his chest.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he thrust himself deep inside me, circling my clit with his fingers at the same time. I came with a powerful scream, the sensation almost unbearably intense.

He eased out of me slowly and lay down, pulling me into his arms. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, neither of us saying a word. I’d never realized hot, dirty sex could be the most emotionally satisfying. With Killian, it definitely was.

“You’re completely mine now,” he said, stroking a hand over my hair.

I smiled, knowing that had happened a long time ago.

Killian

I walked into the Flyers’ owner’s box a week later, the flash of Sidney’s dark red hair spilling over her shoulders making my breath catch. Days apart from her felt like weeks to me.

“Your man’s here, Sid,” Keri said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I just remembered something.” And with that she was gone. Apart from all her other skills, Keri’s privacy radar was super sensitive.

Sid stood and turned, flying into my arms. I kissed her several times before either of us said a word.

“Sorry it took me so long to get here,” I said.

“The puck hasn’t dropped yet, so you’re good.” She patted the club chair next to the one she’d been sitting in. “Dinner’s on the way.”

“Look at all that blue,” I said, scanning the crowded arena seats. “The guys have to be so pumped right now.”

If the Flyers won tonight, they’d secure a spot in the playoffs for the first time in eight years. My excitement made it impossible to sit down. I wanted this for them so badly. It was bittersweet that I wasn’t the one leading them onto the ice tonight, but I was so damn proud of Bennett, the new team captain.

Sid stood at the glass, looking out over the ice. Her excitement was palpable. She’d pulled off something rare in a single season—infusing a team with hope and a shot at glory. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.

“I don’t think I can sit down,” she said. “I’ll jump out of the chair if I do.”

“Me either.”

She turned, her eyes wide with excitement. “So, did you bring pictures? Please say you did.”

“Damn, I forgot.”

“No!”

“No, I didn’t forget,” I said, grinning and pulling out my phone. I held it in front of us and we scrolled through the photos, my blood pumping with nervous anticipation.

“Arched windows,” she said in an approving tone. “That hardwood looks original.”

I scrolled to a shot of an old stone fireplace with a carved wooden mantel. It was flanked by built-in bookshelves in the same dark, rich wood.

Sid seemed to be holding her breath.

“We could always paint it,” I said. “Or replace it. Or even look at a newer place. But I just love the character of this whole apartment. And it’s huge.”

“It’s perfect,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. “Absolutely perfect in every way. Original woodwork. And did I see a clawfoot bathtub in one of those pictures?”

“Yep. Big enough for two.”

She turned so we were face to face. “I never told you how much I love old buildings. Yet you managed to find us an apartment more perfect than I could have ever imagined.”

“Damn, it’s good to hear you say that,” I said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I love it, and I was hoping you would, too.”

“I’ve got movers coming in two weeks. We’ll keep the Fenway place so we have somewhere to sleep when we come here, and I’m keeping the New York place for the same reason. But all my furniture and personal stuff will go to our Indy place.”

“Good. All I’ve got is a chair, a coffee table and a bed.”

“What about the couch?”

“Gave it to Bennett. Now that he’s team captain, he gets the single-bedroom apartment. He’ll need something to sit his sorry