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I chuckled. “You tasted so good, I think I need seconds.”

“How can you still be hungry? You just ate me out like I was your last meal.”

“I’ll never lose my appetite for you.” I kissed her again and towered over her ready for another round. She gripped my hair, stopping me from venturing south.

“As much as I’d love to do that again, I need a break. It’s a little too sensitive down there, if you know what I mean.”

“I promise, the second one will feel even better.”

“Maybe, but let’s try it next time. You’ve got to go soon, right?” I nodded, for the first time in my life annoyed that I had a hockey game to get to. “Then, can you hold me for a little bit? Just until I’ve gotten over the epic orgasm you just gave me.”

“Sure.” I grinned, loving the fact that it was me that just made her feel that good.

Drawing her body into mine, I rested my chin on the top of her head, spooning her.

“I like this,” she said, almost shyly as her ass rubbed against my crotch.

“Madison. Don’t. That’s too tempting.”

She stopped, and I left a kiss on the top of her head, relaxing on thepillow as I held her close. This was perfect, and I had no intention ofleaving.

Chapter 22

When I opened my eyes, my head was throbbing, my mouth was dry, and through the tired haze, all I could hear was an incessant buzzing.

Where am I?

Squinting, I tried to move, only to feel the weight of Madison’s mostly naked body on top of me. With no covers on, she was curled up on my chest, doing her best to keep warm. I relaxed back down for a second, gently playing with strands of her hair and stroking her back in an attempt to wake her, but she wasn’t budging. Lightly snoring, she was exhausted. I was too, but I needed to turn my phone off to stop it from buzzing before it woke her up.

Ever so gently, I slipped out from underneath her and draped a fluffy, white throw blanket over her to keep her warm. As she snuggled into the bed, my body yearned to join her again because she looked so tiny in it without me.

This was it.

I couldfeel it.

She was the one. The one I was always supposed to be with. The one I didn’t want to be without. Now, I just had to take her on that date and tell her brother all about us. Simple. I inwardly groaned because if it were that easy, I would have told him already.

My phone was still buzzing, but finding my pants seemed impossible after Madison tossed them across the room earlier. When I finally found them behind the chest of drawers, I pulled my phone out, only to be met with a burst of messages from my teammates.

“Fuck,” I whispered sharply.

I had no time to read through any of the messages because I was already thirty minutes late for warm-up. Coach was going to kill me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I repeated like an annoying mantra and shoved my clothes on as quickly as possible. If I left right now, I might just get there in time for the start of the game, but that didn’t mean I’d be ready to play.

I had to get to the rink, either way. I couldn’t let my team down.

Holding on to the doorknob, I looked over my shoulder at Madison’s still-sleeping form and felt guilt slithering through my veins. I didn’t want to leave her like this, but I didn’t want to wake her either. Scanning the room, I smiled when I saw the pink Post-it notes on her desk. Grabbing the pad and a pen, I quickly wrote a message to her, inviting her to the game tonight. When I put the pen down, I took one final look at Madison, and my chest constricted.

I didn’t want to leave. Madison looked beautiful, but I promised myself I’d be straight back in her bed once this game was finished.

Gently closing the door behind me, I ran as fast as I could to the rink. Unfortunately, by the time I got there, the team was already out on the ice.

Shit.

I wasn’t just late. Goodman, our backup goaltender, was out on the ice. I’d been replaced and I couldn’t blame them. I was always early for games because of the stretching I needed to do, so missing warm-up entirely didn’t look good.

Coach was going to kill me, and I deserved it. I knew going to Madison’s dorm was a mistake. I should have gone to my room and stretched straight after the flight, but I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to see her, and planned to talk to her about everything, but as per usual, that went out thewindow the minute I saw her in my T-shirt.