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Standing up on the tips of her toes, she’s almost able to look me in the eyes - almost.
“Well, you see, I got lost in the forest. I’m looking for a big ugly brute of an ogre. Have you seen him?”
Her breath fans my face. Her words light a fire in my soul. Our fairytale.
I don’t say another word, I’ve said enough already. The next words out of my mouth need to be said in private. I don’t want to risk one of my teammates walking up on a conversation that is meant only for the two of us.
I pull my room key from my jacket pocket and swipe it over the door without breaking eye contact. I push the door open with my elbow, and yank Gia behind me through it, into the dimly lit room. I’m thankful that I had the forethought to leave a lamp on because I need to see her face. I don’t want to miss anything.
I need to know this isn’t just another dream.
I don’t want the fucking fairytale. I want our reality. I want my wife.
She drops her suitcase and bag just inside the door, and I quickly shrug out of my jacket.
Turning into her, I push her against the nearest flat surface, pinning her on either side with my hands against the wall. The material of my white button-down shirt pulls tight around my biceps. My brown leather loafers are planted on either side of her gold sneakers.
Our chests rise and fall in unison with heavy gasps for air. I want her air. I want her oxygen. I want her. All of her.
“Tell me what you came here for, Click.” I lean in, getting into her space. I’m assaulted by her scent, and it makes me dizzy. That scent has haunted me for years.
“I hear there’s a hockey game in town. Thought I might get some shots for my website. It’s been a while.”
A coy smile plays on her lips. Her intentional avoidance of my question causes my hands to clench into fists against the walls of the hotel room. This isn’t the time for games.
“Don’t play with me, Gia. Say it.” She looks up into my eyes as I bite out the words, barely holding onto my control. I’ve been so tightly strung all night. So careful. I can’t be careful anymore.
The tension is so thick in the space between us that you could cut the lust with a knife and serve it up like fucking birthday cake.
“I came for you, Damien.” Her hands find purchase on my hips. She tugs my shirt from where it’s neatly tucked into my slacks, but that’s not how this is going to go down.
The first time we were together was rushed and messy. I can’t guarantee this won’t be messy, but I can assure you that I am going to take my fucking time wringing every single ounce of pleasure from her.
“Why?” I move long enough to grab her hands and pull them up above her head with one of mine. Her shoulders lean into the wall and her body arches, causing her center to press flush against my hardened length.
She rocks into me, and my hand tightens around her wrist. We’re in unchartered territory.
“Because I want you. Because I couldn’t sleep another night in that damn apartment without you next to me in bed. Because every time I touch myself, it’s your face that I see.”
Thank fuck. A deep, possessive rumble rips through my chest.
“Jesus, Gia. Do you realize what the last two years have been like for me? It’s been torture. Living in the same apartment with this constant need pulsing through my veins and no way to satisfy it. It’s purgatory, having these feelings and not being able to do a damn thing about them.” I barely recognize my own voice.
“Trust me, I know. I’ve lived it too.”
I look down between us and notice just how high her dress has ridden up her thighs. I still have her hands pinned above her head, stretching the material of her dress, and taunting me with miles of dark, tan skin.
“I want to fuck you, Click. Dammit, I want to fuck you until your screams wake every person in this building.” The truth in my words physically pains me. If she says no to what I’m about to ask, and I have to walk away from this, I don’t know that we’ll fully recover. I don’t know how you come back from this.
“We do this on one condition.” My dick throbs to be inside of her, but I will shut it all down if we can’t agree to the terms.
“It doesn’t have to be…” She starts, but I don’t let her finish.
“One fucking condition,” I repeat.
“What?” She asks and the word is breathy. She’s already close and I haven’t even touched her yet.
I prepare myself for what I need to say. This is the only way tonight works out for everyone.
