Текст книги "Major Misconduct"

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Her tongue came out to swipe over her bottom lip as she watched him center himself against her. But before he entered her, his fingers stroked through her pussy, immediately slick with her arousal. “There,” he murmured. “Okay, we’re good to go.”

“I don’t think there was any doubt,” she panted. “I was good to go about fifteen minutes ago.”

His lips twitched. “Just making sure. Don’t wanna hurt you, Lovey.”

That was sweet. So damn sweet. Her heart tilted a little but she ignored it to focus on the building ache inside her. “Please. Fuck me.”

“Oh yeah.” With a groan, he pushed into her.

Her head went back, her body contracting hard around him at the exquisite sensation. And it got better. Deeper. Fuller. Hard and hot inside her. His jaw tightened and his temple pulsed as he slowly worked his way inside her body. “Not gonna be long,” he gritted out. “Sorry, Lovey…”

He began to move in and out, holding her knees up, and she could only stare in amazement at him there between her legs, his heavily muscled body so beautiful and strong, wide at the shoulders, lean at waist and hips. Her gaze tracked down over smooth skin on ridged abs to the thick patch of brown hair at his groin, erotically masculine. They moved together in desperate slides of liquid heat, sensation wrapping around her, tightening. “S’okay,” she panted. “I’m…I’m coming already.”

It was there, right there, already, expanding rapidly, building. She reached for one of his thighs with her left hand and slid her right hand to her clit. He watched with a moan, moving faster, hips pumping, and she could tell his own climax was building. Then she lost that focus as her orgasm exploded, so hard she shuddered and cried out and pushed against him. When he kept moving inside her, stroking against ultrasensitive nerve endings, fire burned over her clit.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, falling over her. She took his weight and absorbed it, wrapping arms and legs around him tightly as he went taut and still against her, pulsing inside her. He buried his face in the side of her neck, his breath short, scalding bursts against her skin.

She opened her mouth on his big shoulder in a long kiss. They stayed joined like that for several moments, her mouth helplessly kissing his hot, damp skin over and over.

“Jesus,” he muttered a while later, lifting his head. He looked down at her, his cheeks flushed, eyes glittering. He slid in and out of her, slowly. It didn’t seem he was going soft. “What the hell was that?”

Chapter 13

Marc stared down at the woman beneath him, both of them still breathing heavily. She gazed back at him, so fucking gorgeous he could barely think. Her gold-speckled green eyes were slumberous and sexy, her mouth swollen, her hair a tangled mass of red-gold brightness on his black pillowcase. That was some kind of chemical explosion.

Her mouth curved into a smile and her fingers petted his shoulders. “That was good,” she answered his rhetorical question.

“Good?” His eyes widened a little. “That wasn’t good…that was fucking napalm.”

Her smile deepened. “Okay, that’s a better description.”

So she’d felt it too.

“You, um…seem like you could go again already.” She wriggled her hips beneath him.

“I can.” He gave his head a shake.

“That’s…impressive.”

“I can go all night,” he boasted, then felt stupid. Luckily she laughed. He grinned back at her.

“Glad to hear that.”

“This is probably when we should be having a ‘what the hell have we done’ moment.”

“Let’s not. You are not going to insult me by listing all the reasons we shouldn’t have done this. And we are not going to even mention…certain family members while we’re in bed having sex. That’s just wrong.”

“I hear you.” He was right there with her, pushing aside thoughts of Duncan and how fucking furious he was going to be about this. Not going there. Right now, he felt too good, hormones flooding his body and taking away every particle of good sense, urging him to go for it, another round with the beautiful, sexy woman who was right there, naked in his bed and more than happy to be there. How could any guy resist that?

How could he resist the enormous pleasure that had just slammed through him, leaving him stunned, barely satisfied, and desperate for more? How could he resist those shining eyes and that sexy mouth? Or all the rest of her, most of which he hadn’t even explored yet.

“Don’t think it’s a good idea to use the same condom twice,” he muttered, slowly withdrawing from her. Her body clung to him as if she didn’t want to let him go, but she dropped her arms to the mattress as he climbed off the bed to get rid of the rubber. And grab another one.

She watched him, and that made him even hornier, the way her eyes studied him with frank appreciation. “There,” she said. “Stop right there.”

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the bed.

“Your ass,” she said with a sigh. “It’s gorgeous.”

He huffed out a laugh and closed his eyes. Jesus. She was…fun.

“Come back here so I can put my hands all over it.”

He grabbed a condom on his way, his cock already fully hard again, his balls aching, but a smile on his face.

Back in bed, he reached for her and pulled her toward him. Now she lay half on him, and he brought her mouth to his, his thigh between her legs again, her hot pussy pressed there. He kissed her slower this time, softly at first, tasting inside her mouth, playing with her tongue. She kissed him back, long, deep, wet kisses that went on and on until his head spun and his dick hurt. He couldn’t think, could only feel her small, soft body pressed against him, her hips moving against his thigh. He shifted, pressing his leg into her, and she moaned into his mouth.

Her hand slid into his hair and her tongue stroked over his bottom lip, then slipped inside his mouth again. He wanted to swallow her up, consume her, fuck her crazy. He palmed her ass, enjoying the way she rocked needily into him. Christ, she was hot.

This was what he’d wanted ever since she’d kissed him that night, maybe even before.

Their mouths slid apart and he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. She gave a full-bodied shiver in his arms. She tasted sweet and feminine, and smelled the same, delicious as a cupcake.

He rolled her to her back, pushing her down into the mattress again, claiming her mouth. She whimpered, her mouth opening for him, their kisses going hotter still. He cupped a breast, so incredible, soft yet firm, pointy little nipple against his palm. He’d almost lost his mind sucking those nipples, perfect little peaks that tasted like temptation. And he was going to lose his mind all over again, bending his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, tugging on it with gentle suction.

Her fingers slid through his hair, her soft whimpers and moans filling his ears. “Marc,” she whispered. “I love that…”

“Mmm.” That was agreement, but he didn’t want to stop to form words. He moved to the other breast, plumping it up with his hand, first admiring it with his eyes, then his tongue. He pinched her other nipple and her back arched with a soft cry, her hips moving again.

He knelt over her, hands on her breasts, kissing his way down her midriff, over her taut abdomen. He paused at the script tattooed over her right ribs, taking in the words live, laugh, love. He traced them with a fingertip, a simple scroll font, elegant and pretty. “Words to live by?”

She lifted her head and nodded, her eyes molten, her smile slow and seductive. “Yes.”

They suited her. But he couldn’t stop from asking, “Is that the extent of your life goals?”

He knew his mistake by the immediate way her soft body tightened. The air in the room changed in the blink of an eye from soft and warm to coolly electric.

When he met her eyes, they’d changed too, from molten to chilly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uh…it was just a question.”

“It felt like a criticism.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he protested, but guilt curled inside his belly. He kind of had been judging her. “I really wanted to know.”

She gave him a long, level look. “You and—never mind, we’re not supposed to talk about him in bed.” She rolled her eyes and flopped her head down onto the pillow.

“Guess I killed that mood, huh.”

Her lips twitched. “Not entirely.”

“I pushed a button,” he said, with a flash of realization.

She frowned.

“I’m sorry.” Really, really sorry, because his dick still throbbed and he had to recover this tout de suite. But that was selfish. He’d hurt her feelings. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he attempted. “Your tattoo suits you. From what I know of you so far anyway. I know you like to laugh.” He kissed her mouth. “I know you live life to the fullest.” This time her mouth was softer when he touched his lips to hers. “And you’re definitely good at loving.” He infused a suggestive tone into his voice. “Very good.”

She laughed. Thank fuck. “Let’s just be clear.” She gave him a fast, hard kiss back. “This is not loving. This is sex. Pure fun, animal sex.”

He blinked. He’d never heard a girl say anything like that before. Usually girls got sex and love mixed up right from the start. One fuck and they were in love.

But here was Lovey setting him straight. Not that he needed that. “Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s the kind of loving I meant.”

Then she shoved him onto his back and rolled on top of him. She gazed down into his eyes. “Thank you. I do live life to the fullest. Which is what we’re doing right now. Right?”

“Right.”

“I want to see your tattoos.”

“How do you know I have any?”

“I saw them,” she said. “I mean, a glimpse of them. What are they?” She was already wriggling off him, so he shifted his hips on the bed. He let her explore the red maple leaf on his hip, the Olympic rings on his arm, the ace of spades, which was the team symbol, on his shoulder, and the words Stanley Cup Champions, Chicago Aces on his left ribs.

“Very nice.” She gave him another sexy curve of her lips, kissed his chin, one tattoo, then another, and started slinking down his body toward the one on his hip. Jesus fuck, she was heading straight south. His mouth went dry and his skin went hot. And his dick…leaped with excitement.

Should he let her do it? Not that he didn’t want it. He loved it. Blow jobs were one of his favorite extra-curricular activities. But this was their first time. But…okay, he’d see how far she went…if she wanted to…

Her hand curled around his prick and his entire body jolted with an electric shock. He groaned. “Lovey…”

“Wanna taste you,” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

He was beautiful? Fuck. Nobody’d ever told him that. He’d heard the words “huge,” “hung,” and once a memorable “meh,” but never “beautiful.” He kind of liked that. He reached for her head and set a gentle hand on it. “Cherie,” he murmured thickly. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

He lifted his head to watch, and she did look fascinated and hungry as she licked over the head. Jesus! Heat expanded rapidly from his groin to every extremity, scalding his veins. She tongued him, closed her lips around him, and then slid them down his shaft.

Excitement ripped through him. He was on the edge already, and the feel of her mouth on him, hot and wet, along with the visual of her pretty lips around him, nearly blew the top of his head off.

“Much as I fucking love that,” he said on a groan, reaching for her with both hands, “I’m about to go off and that’s not how I want to do it. We said slow this time.”

“You said you can go all night.” Her smile was playful.

“I was totally bullshitting.”

She tipped her head. “Somehow I don’t think so.” But she let him pull her up over him and then roll her to her back again. “What did you call me?”

“Uh…”

“Before…cherie.”

“Yeah. Ma cherie. Ma belle. T’es belle, Lovey.” He kissed her again. “Très belle.”

“Oh my God.” Her body quivered. “You’re speaking French to me. That is so fucking sexy.”

He grinned. Whew. Apparently he’d gotten past his little faux pas.

“Although I have no idea what you’re saying,” she added, twining her arms around his neck.

He settled between her thighs once more. “It’s all good. Trust me.”

It was his turn to kiss and nibble his way down her body, pausing at her pierced navel to tug at the jewelry with his lips, then lower. Her breathing hitched and quickened.

“You don’t have to do that.” She repeated his words.

He smiled against her lower belly. “I want to.” And he did. He so did. He needed a few minutes, and this was the perfect way. He wanted to explore every inch of her pussy, taste it and feel it and make her feel good. Maybe give her an extra orgasm before they fucked again.

Yeah. He would definitely do that.

He slid lower still, pushed her thighs wide with his hands, and feasted his eyes on feminine perfection. She was mostly smooth and bare, a patch of auburn curls on her mound. Plump, pink lips were pressed almost primly together, hiding secrets and delight. He licked his lips as he studied her.

She was up on her elbows, watching him, a half smile perched on her pretty lips. “Just looking at me isn’t going to give me an orgasm.”

He shot her a startled glance, then caught the glimmer of humor in her eyes and barked out a laugh. “Babe,” he said, reverting to English, “be patient.”

He’d never met anyone like her. She said things that knocked him off balance. She completely entertained him. Entranced him. And she turned him on like whoa.

Ignoring his throbbing dick and balls, he took his time brushing fingertips over her pussy, then leaning in to press small kisses to the soft flesh. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, hungry to taste her. He opened his mouth on her in deeper kisses, gently sucking soft skin into his mouth, working his way up and down, detouring to her inner thighs, then back.

Her breathing quickened.

He expanded his exploration, wrapping his arms around her thighs and using his thumbs to gently part her. Now his used his tongue, running it over her, up and down, deeper to slick up her feminine arousal. Her breathing turned to soft little pleasure sounds that went straight to his dick. He once again leisurely explored her body, immersing himself in her taste and scent, the feel of her quivering against his tongue and her thigh muscles tensing in his arms.

“Sweet.” He pulled back to study her again, now more open to him, shiny wet shades of pink. “And so pretty.”

“Oh wow.”

He looked up at her. Still on her elbows, she watched him with hooded eyes and parted lips.

“You’re really good at that,” she breathed.

He smiled and resumed licking her. She was so wet, clearly turned on, and this time he let his tongue rub over her clit. Her body spasmed and now she collapsed flat on her back. He reached up and captured her nipples in his fingers as he opened his mouth over her. She trembled and her hips lifted to his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the knot, absorbing how her soft cries got louder, whimpered pants of delight. Then her clit swelled against his tongue and her body pressed into his mouth, going still.

“Oh God!” Her hands fisted in the sheets, head tossing on the pillow. “Oh my God.”

He gave a long, firm suck and her body writhed. When he lifted his head to look up at her, her breasts rose and fell with quick respiration. He released her nipples, gave her one last soft kiss, and then rose to his knees. He grabbed the condom and rolled it on, then slid up her body.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured.

“Oh wow. Oh my God. I’m babbling. That was so good. You’re amazing.”

He liked hearing that. Also he was thinking that about her as he lined up the head of his cock with her pussy. He needed to be inside her, right fucking now, and then he was, clasped in her tight heat. “So fucking hot,” he murmured. “Yeah, take me, baby. Take it all.”

“Go deep. I like that. Deep and hard.”

Fuck yeah. “I can do that.” He pushed back to his knees, lifted her legs, and set her feet on his shoulders. “How’s that?” he grunted on a hard thrust.

She moaned.

He did it again. And again. Unbelievable.

“Harder.”

He’d been holding back. He was big. But she wanted it deeper. He fucking loved that. So he gave her more, their bodies banging together with hard jolts that made her soft breasts jiggle. The sight of that made him a little nuts, and his thrusts grew faster as pressure built in his balls. No. Not so fast. Not this time.

He needed to slow it down.

He withdrew, eliciting a whimper from Lovey’s pretty lips.

“Shh.” He removed her legs from his shoulders. He lowered them to the mattress, turned her hips, pushing her top leg higher, and moved beside her to enter her from behind. “Let’s try this. See how it feels.”

He pushed into her, now pressing his groin to her ass. His face close to hers, he nuzzled her hair, her ear, her cheek.

“Oh, that’s good too,” she gasped. “Different.”

His slid an arm beneath her and found a breast, covering it with his palm and gently squeezing, continuing to slide in and out. She turned her head and their mouths met, a long clinging kiss.

He pushed her top leg higher, getting deeper still inside her and she whimpered more. Sweat dampened their skin. Her softness consumed him.

He fucked her like that for a while until it started to build inside him again, and once more he pulled out.

“You were right,” she panted. “You can go all night.”

He smiled and moved over her. “Damn right.” He positioned her how he wanted her, since she seemed boneless and nearly incapable of moving on her own. Her eyes wore a dazed expression. He parted her thighs and knelt between them, entered her in a long, liquid push, and then stretched out over her. He wrapped his arms around her head and neck, kissed her cheek, her jaw, her mouth, then pressed his face to her hair as he rocked his pelvis against her.

She held on to his shoulders, her hips meeting his every thrust, their bodies slapping together. It rose in him again, and this time he sensed she was with him, so he pushed upright and settled his hand where they joined. His thumb slickened and he found her clit. He watched her face, her breathing. “Yes,” she breathed helpfully. He always liked knowing when he had it right. “Yes, right there. Do that…”

His tongue dragged over his bottom lip. Then his chest expanded and he clenched his jaw against the edge of his impending orgasm, focused on giving her hers first.

“Yes, there, fuck me harder,” she begged. He did. She came again, on a long wail that made him feel like a fucking god, and he kept going, closing his eyes as it washed over him, starting at his groin and flowing through him, hot and intense. His lungs seized and his cock jerked inside her.

He stretched out over her, weight on his elbows, face in her neck, panting, heart thudding. He couldn’t even string thoughts together. His mind was blasted.

Once more, her hands roamed his back and shoulders, and he slowly straightened his legs out, remaining inside her. She did the same. Still joined, they lay together until he was coherent. It seeped into his consciousness that he felt…good. Really good. That weight of frustration and failure he’d been carrying around had lifted. She’d made him forget about his problems. Sex was apparently the best kind of stress relief.

But…

He lifted his head and looked down at her.

She gave him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen.

He sighed.

Her smile slipped. “That didn’t sound good.”

“Yeah.” His mouth twisted a little. “We are going to have to have that ‘What the hell have we done’ conversation.”

Chapter 14

Lovey sighed too. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

“Let me lose the latex.”

He slid out of her body and rolled away. She again watched him walk over to the wastebasket near his dresser, the flex of muscles in his ass and thighs so powerful, so gorgeous. His body was amazing, as it should be, a professional athlete in a demanding sport. Was that why the sex had been so incredible?

He turned and she watched him approach the bed, the front view just as awesome. His cock had softened but was still thick and imposing between heavily muscled thighs. She was being bold in her appraisal of him, but it didn’t seem to bother him, apparently comfortable walking nude around his bedroom.

He sat on the side of the bed.

She lifted an eyebrow at the fact that he hadn’t rejoined her. “Does this mean you’ve run out of stamina, hockey boy?”

His lips twitched. He shook his head. “Greedy much? That was three orgasms.”

She grinned, doing an ab curl to sit. She pulled the covers up over her breasts and under her arms, crossed her legs, and settled herself. He might want to have this conversation naked, but she did not. “I just want you to know I have some things to say about this.”

He looked at the floor, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “No. Really?”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“You do, huh.”

“Captain Codger. You’re going to bring up my brother and say we never should have done this and it can’t happen again.”

He pursed his lips. “Duncan is going to be pissed as hell.”

She leaned in. “Duncan doesn’t need to know about this,” she said softly, earnestly. “Seriously, Marc. He’s my brother. He doesn’t have a say in my sex life. That’s just icky.”

He nodded.

“I know he gets all protective, but I’m a big girl. I’ve been having sex for a while now.”

“He’s worried you’ll get hurt.”

“Well, that’s sweet of him. But he can’t protect me from getting hurt. I’m the only one who can do that.”

He blinked, then said slowly, “I guess that’s true.”

“It was good.” She set a hand on his big biceps and gave a gentle squeeze. “Wasn’t it?”

He studied her and she knew he felt it too. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Beyond good.”

“I think the word you used was ‘napalm.’ ”

His mouth flickered, almost into a smile. “True.”

“It’s our own business. I don’t tell him about every guy I have sex with. So we won’t tell him. Okay?”

She sensed his internal struggle. His need to be honest with his friend and teammate, along with his need to maintain their relationship. “I agree with you,” he finally said.

She blinked.

“It is none of his business, and I wouldn’t tell him either, because that’s not respectful to you.”

More blinks.

“But he did warn me to stay away from you, and that’s what bugs me. I told him I would and now I’ve gone against my word.”

Her heart went soft. “That’s important to you.”

“Of course it is.”

He was honorable. She liked that. A lot. “Now I feel bad for putting you in this spot.”

“Christ, it wasn’t all your fault. I was right there with you, babe.”

“I guess lust was overriding good sense for both of us.” She bit her lip. “Look. I’m moving out. We’ll just keep this between us until then. For the sake of maintaining harmony between all of us here over the next couple months.”

“I can do that.” He didn’t look too sure about it, though.

“Perfect. We’re good, then.” She beamed at him. “So…” She looked down at his lap.

“No,” he said. “No way. We don’t know when Duncan’s coming home and you have to be in your own bed when he does.”

She pouted even though she knew that was true. She glanced at the alarm clock next to Marc’s bed. Nearly two in the morning. Duncan could be home anytime. Damn.

“Fine. I am tired. You wore me out, big guy.” She dropped the covers and wriggled across the bed and off it to stand. Naked.

Her towel was still on the bathroom floor where they’d left it hours earlier. She’d never been particularly proud of her body, but nor was she ashamed of it. She didn’t mind what she saw in the mirror, though it seemed like nothing special to her—average boobs and hips, a small enough waist. She could wish her stomach was a little flatter and her thighs a little thinner, but other than Victoria’s Secret models, probably every girl did.

But now as she walked out of his bedroom, she found herself aware of her body and how it looked, because she really, really wanted Marc to like it.

She hurried to the bathroom, where there were still bloody marks on the mat and tile, albeit now dry. She wrapped the towel around her again, scrubbed everything clean, then paused to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a hive, she had whisker burn pinkening her jaw, her lips were puffy. But damn, she looked happy.

Three orgasms.

And not just wussy little climaxes. Three amazeballs, stupendous explosions.

Her pussy clenched just remembering.

She let out a shaky little sigh.

She tried to push aside the guilt at putting Marc in an awkward position with Duncan. She reminded herself she wasn’t totally to blame. It wasn’t like she’d jumped him and forced him to have sex with her. There really was something between them, something hot and amazing. And Duncan would never know about this, so there was that.

Things would just go on as they had before. It would all be fine.

She headed into her bedroom, where she’d left a lamp on. She’d just changed into her cami and boy shorts and climbed into bed when she heard Duncan come home. She clicked off the light and snuggled into her bed. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told Marc she was tired. Her eyes dropped closed right away.

As she drifted off to sleep, her body satisfied and relaxed, her mind wished she wasn’t alone.

–

The next week was super-busy, which was good because she didn’t want much time to think about Marc, and she also didn’t want much time where she had to actually be with him, because she was pretty sure she might not be able to resist touching him. In fact, she might just jump him and force him to have sex with her.

The guys were busy too, with practices, games, and some promo work the team was doing. She found a yoga studio nearby and started going to classes. She learned how to make spring rolls. She worked hard at her business. She met with another potential client, not as big as Panache, but pretty darn good, a growing company that produced natural bath and body products. She went out with her camera and took pictures for her blog, Sugar Blossom. Traffic to her site was growing and she spent some time analyzing data to see if she could charge more for advertising.

She made arrangements for the rest of her belongings that were in storage to be shipped to her new apartment for January second, since nobody was working on New Year’s Day. She went out for dinner and to a movie with Jillian and Leigh one night, and they made plans to buy tickets for the Aces home game the next weekend. She didn’t expect Marc or Duncan to give her free tickets all the time.

Of course, busy as they all were, there was no way to completely avoid seeing Marc. When she ran into him in the kitchen Monday morning, their eyes met and sparks snapped between them. Her insides did a little flip and her skin tingled. But they both acted nonchalant and went about getting their respective breakfasts, with Duncan sitting on a stool reading the newspaper and cursing the article some sports reporter had written about their latest loss.

“Don’t read that shit,” Marc told him.

“He’s speculating all kinds of crap about Ronner,” Duncan said. “He’s injured. He’s a drug addict. Next they’ll be saying he has a brain tumor.”

Lovey’s eyebrows lifted at Marc’s muttered “Fuck.”

She ran into Marc a few other times, always with that little jolt of heat and electricity, which they both tried to ignore.

Thursday night she found herself home alone. She didn’t know if Marc and Duncan were out together or separately. She made herself a bowl of popcorn and decided to watch a movie. She found a recent release on Netflix she’d wanted to see in the theater but never had, and settled in with her popcorn to watch.

When Marc walked in an hour and a half later she was sobbing into her half-empty bowl of popcorn.

“What’s wrong?” He walked into the living room and took in her tear-wet face. He came at her with purpose, concern etched on his face.

“I’m okay,” she sobbed.

His eyebrows slanted down as he sat beside her on the couch and slid an arm around her shoulders. “No, you’re not. You’re crying.”

“I’m watching a movie,” she sobbed. “It’s really sad.”

His eyes went wide. He looked at the television and then back at her. “Seriously?”

She frowned a little and plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table. She dabbed her eyes. “Yes. Shhh. They’re in love but they can never, ever be together.” She focused on the movie. He went to move away, but she liked his arm there, so she grabbed his hand and snuggled in closer against him, her legs curled under her.

“Where’s Duncan?”

“I don’t know. Out. I thought maybe he was with you.”

“Nope.”

“Then I have no idea. Watch the movie.”

A while later she muttered, “This movie better have a happy ending.” It wasn’t looking too good for these characters.

Marc’s lips twitched.

They watched the rest. When she started crying again, Marc sighed and put his other arm around her.

Wow, that felt really good. She absorbed the feel of his big body and his strong arm holding her. He handed her another tissue. “Thank you,” she murmured, as the heartbroken star-crossed lovers were reunited in a most satisfying way, which made her cry even more as the credits rolled.

“Jesus,” Marc said. “It ended happy and you’re still crying.”

“These are happy tears.” She let out a long sigh of pleasure. She looked at him with one eyebrow lifted. “Don’t you feel anything?”

“I only saw the last half hour.”

“But still…haven’t you ever cried at a movie?”

“Fuck no.”

She laughed. “Come on, even as a kid? Disney movies never made you cry? I cried at The Lion King.”

The smile he’d been trying to repress broke free. “The Lion King? Seriously?”

“Yes! When Simba fights with Scar and learns that his father’s death was Scar’s fault, not his…I totally cried.”

“Soft-hearted,” he murmured.

“I fully admit to that. It’s better than having no heart at all. Which I would think about you…except I know you have a heart. You have to be passionate about hockey to play like you do.”

He shrugged. But she saw the flare in his eyes.

He had a lot of passion inside him.

She’d seen some of it last weekend, in his bed. She wanted to see more of it.

“I have feelings. I just keep them under control.”

She laid her palm on his stubbled cheek and looked in his eyes. “I know you really do have feelings. Even though you seem like you don’t. Always so unemotional. In control.” She leaned forward and brushed her mouth over his. “I’d like to make you lose control.”