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“I know, Bug.” He reached up to touch my face with the pads of his fingers. “Jax tried to reach you. He thought maybe if you were at the hospital, your sunshine and smiles would make me feel better. I didn’t want that for you. You were on tour in Japan. The thought of you being my nursemaid or ruining your career when mine was already over?” He shook his head. “I would never do that to you.”
I closed my eyes as the heat of Tommy’s hand began to seep inside me. “What about what I wanted? You never asked me. Not with my mother and not with your accident.”
“I know what you would have said.”
“I would have been anything you needed, but you made the decision for me.”
When Tommy’s touch disappeared from my face and I felt the mattress move next to me, I popped open an eye to find him lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling at the glow-in-the-dark stars we had stuck there years ago.
“I didn’t want to be the person who kept you from what you loved the most in life,” he said quietly.
“What I loved most?” I balked. “What I loved most wasyou, Tommy, or did you forget that part?” I started to climb from the bed, only for him to grab my wrist to stop me. I brought my eyes back to his browns, and he was on me again before I had a chance to fight him off.
Tommy growled deep in his chest, low and possessive. “Is there someone else you want, or is it still me?” He straddled my waist with his thick thighs.
“It’s always been you, Gretzky,” I confessed. I leaned up, wanting to taste his lips, but Tommy pulled back, shaking his head. “Then let me up. If I can’t have you, then I won’t let you play with me. I’m not some puck bunny.”
I watched his throat when he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing against this skin.“I don’t kiss anyone. Not anymore.”
“I’m not just anyone, Tommy. I’m your bug,” I reminded him.
Tommy shook his head, his voice hoarse. “I can’t.” He sat back on his calves, but I stayed where I was.
My eye darted down to his chest, hard and muscled beneath the bare thread Canfield hockey tee that stretched across his torso, down to the dark briefs that clung to his hips and thick hairy thighs. When I glanced up at him again, he smirked at me.
“What? I have eyes.”
“You like what you see, Bug?” Tommy murmured. “Do I still do it for you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
I pretended like my heart wasn’t hammering against my ribs, that the sight of him wasn’t making my blood heat, or that I didn’t want to lift my legs and beg him to fuck me.
“No, no, no.” Tommy clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then splayed his heavy body over mine. “Answer the question.”
I gritted my teeth as he dragged his nose over my cheek, down my jaw, and against my neck. His hands crept up under my shirt, dancing lightly over my belly and chest before he shoved the fabric up over my torso. My chest heaved with each breath as I waited for his next move. I knew how Tommy liked it, and I never told him no, because I liked it, too.
“You want to play, Bug?” The tip of his tongue poked out between his plump lips before he dragged it over my heated skin, against one stiff, peaked nipple, then stopped to grin at me. “Yeah, you do.”
I groaned when Tommy took the hard peak into his mouth. My hips arched up, my hands gripped the headboard behind me, and I watched, transfixed, as he nipped, sucked, and grazed his teeth over it before he moved over to do the same to the left one.
“Fuck, Tommy.”
“Mm, you still taste the same,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving my face.
Then he bit down so hard, I nearly shoved him onto the floor.
“Jesus, you can’t just...”
My eyes rolled back as he lapped at the stinging bud, and his hand dipped down to cup my aching cock. I was going to come quicker than I had the first time he’d touched me if I didn’t stop him. It had been too long since I’d let anyone in my bed. Tommy was the one I had been chasing for the past five years, and no one could ever fill his shoes.
He must have sensed something because his hand fell away.
“You want to touch me?” Tommy gripped my bicep and yanked my arm down as he moved into a sitting position. “No kissing or touching my face, but everything else is on the table. You know what I like.”
It was like my hands had a mind of their own as I scrambled to get to him. I slid my palms up under his shirt and tugged it over his head. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the happy trail of hair that peeked out from his briefs before I took in the rest of him. Tommy’s muscles were more defined than ever, his shoulders and biceps covered in corded muscle.
“You’re so thick,” I murmured, my hands drifting over every inch of his skin.
