He cupped her breasts and fed from her nipple, sucking it deep, then moved to the other breast, kneading it and flicking the nipple with his tongue.
She moaned, sliding her fingers in his hair. “I really like that.”
He popped the nipple out of his mouth and looked up at her. “I know you do. I can feel your pussy gripping me when I suck your nipples.”
She dug her knees firmly to his hips and rode him, lifting and then dropping down on his cock, rubbing her clit against him so she’d go off again.
Drew cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, making her dizzy with the way his lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then deeper, a sensuous dance of tongues and lips that never failed to take her to emotional depths that turned her world upside down.
She pulled back and lifted, watching as his cock pulled partway out. She eased down over him again, taking him all the way in, teasing both of them until she thought she might explode.
She was close. Oh, so close.
“Take us both there, Lina,” he said, holding tight to her while she rocked back and forth, getting the friction she needed.
She gripped his shoulders, rolling her hips over him, quickening her pace.
“I’m there,” she said. “I’m going to come.”
She let go, digging her nails into him as her orgasm washed over her, taking both of them as Drew let out a guttural groan. She ground against him as she shuddered out her release, holding his gaze as they both went over at the same time.
It was intense, shattering, and left her breathless, as it always did when she connected this way with Drew.
And when it was over, both of them heaving breaths and gasping for air, he still held her gaze, sweeping her hair away from her face.
“Carolina,” was all he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
She bent forward and kissed him, then climbed off and went into the bathroom to clean up. He followed, then they got dressed and went back out on the ice to retrieve their things. She packed her camera into the bag she’d brought, then turned to Drew and smiled.
“Thank you for tonight.”
He grinned at her. “Which part? And I should be thanking you. From now on, every time I’m on the ice, or at my locker, I’ll be thinking about you. About us.”
She couldn’t help but smile about that.
TWENTY-TWO
THEY WERE TIED THREE TO THREE WITH PITTSBURGH in the third period. On home ice, this was a critical game.
So when Trick passed the puck to Sayers and he took a shot that sliced in past Pittsburgh’s goalie, the Garden lit up like crazy. Drew skated over and celebrated with the guys, then they concentrated on helping out the defense by keeping the puck away from Pittsburgh while the clock ticked down.
Not an easy task, because their forwards were formidable, but they managed to hold on and win.
They’d lost two on the road, but they’d won two at home, so at least they were still managing to kick butt on home ice.
As Drew made his way to the locker room, he couldn’t help the grin as he looked down at his bench, remembering the hot night he’d spent here with Carolina last week.
And again, he missed her. She was back to being busy as hell, and he’d been on the road and came home to play two games this week.
“Good game, man,” Trick said, slapping him on the back as he walked by.
“Back at ya.”
“Yeah, we’re good here. We’ve figured out how to master the home games so far. But we suck on the road.”
Trick was right about that. They were in trouble on the road so far this season, and none of them had a handle on what was going wrong with their road games.
“We’ll figure it out, Trick.”
His friend nodded. “Sure. We will.”
They had to stay upbeat and Drew felt it was his responsibility to keep his team morale positive. Even the coach was baffled by their lack of road wins so far, but the coach had said the same thing Drew had just said to Trick.
They would figure it out.
And when they did, they’d fix it.
Drew showered and got dressed, then packed up his bag.
“Hey, Drew.”
He looked up as one of the assistant coaches called his name. “Yeah?”
“Some guy waiting outside the locker room for you. Claims he’s a good friend. Name Trevor Shay mean anything to you?”
Drew grinned. “Yeah, it does. He’s one of my college roommates, Leon. Tell him I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.”
Drew finished putting all his gear away, then headed out the door. Trevor was leaning against the wall, talking to some of the other guys, who Drew was sure recognized Trevor.
Hell, everyone recognized Trevor Shay, since he was one of the few guys in sports who straddled the line between football and baseball. Or at least one of the few guys who’d tried it and was successful at it.
Trevor spotted him, pushed off the wall and came over to Drew. They shook hands. “Managed to pull that one out, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know you were here. I could have gotten you a suite.”
“Dude. I wanted front row on the boards, where all the action was. Good game.”
“Thanks. What are you doing in town?” Drew asked as they headed toward the exit.
“I’m here for meetings with some PR people for advertising shit. Saw you had a game so I got my press people to get me a ticket. Are you busy?”
“No. But I’m hungry. Have you eaten yet?”
“No. Let’s go get a big fucking steak.”
Drew grinned. “Man, I’m glad you’re here.”
They took a taxi to the restaurant, ordered beers and their steaks, and settled in for what Drew knew was going to be a long rest of the night. Once he and Trevor got to talking, they’d never stop.
“So tell me what’s been going on? It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you.”
“Football ended, baseball’s gearing up. The usual shit.” Trevor took a long pull of his beer.
“I don’t know how you do it. Don’t you want time off?”
“Why? What else have I got to do with my time?”
“I don’t know. Take a vacation? Relax. Maybe grab a woman and get married and pop out a couple of kids?”
Trevor laughed. “Oh, right. Like I see you all domesticated with a wife, a couple rugrats, and a dog.”
“Okay, maybe not, but at least if that’s what I wanted, I’d have the time to do it. Football and baseball seasons overlap. Hell, how do you even find the time to get laid?”
Trevor leveled a smug smile at him. “Oh, there’s plenty of time for that.”
With Trevor’s popularity, Drew didn’t doubt women lined up just to climb into his bed. He shook his head. “Still, why not just pick one sport and stick to it?”
“If I only had a dollar for every time I’ve been asked that question.”
Drew smiled. “Sorry, man. You’re right. Not my business. I guess I’m just curious. And maybe a little jealous.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re a friend, so it’s different. I don’t really have an answer for you, though, other than the reason I play both is because I love them both. It’s pretty simple.”
“Still, focusing on one would make you better at it, don’t you think?”
“No. I think I’m pretty damn good at both of them.”
Drew laughed. “Still as humble and modest as ever, aren’t you?”
“You know it.” Trevor grinned and tipped his beer toward Drew.
“Have you heard anything new about Bill Briscoe?”
Trevor’s smile faded. “No. He’s still at MD Anderson in Houston. I talked to Ginger last week and she said he’s hanging in there.”
Drew nodded. “I was down there about a month ago to see him, but there was no change. I was hoping . . .”
“Yeah, we all are, man.”