“Where are we going?” Pepper asked for the hundredth time, fidgeting with her dress as it crept up her thighs in the passenger seat of my truck.

“You can ask as many times as you want, Pepper. You’re still not getting an answer out of me. That’s the whole point behind a surprise.” I ripped my eyes away from her silky skin and focused on the road as the light turned green.

“As long as it’s not the rink, I’m good with it,” she replied, but I saw her foot tapping.

Since we’d created our no-nookie-at-the-rink rule a couple of weeks ago, she’d never wanted to linger in her office.

I’d had it with the secrecy and the sneaking around, but a promise was a promise, and if she wanted to wait until my contract was signed to go public, I could do that for her. Her concern for my career—for my family, was one of the things I adored about her, but I also knew it was a matter of trust.

To Pepper, I might be her friend and her lover, but I was also a hockey player, and to her, it was only a matter of time before I chose the game over her. Going public meant that if we ever broke up...well, that would be public, too.

Truth, as much as it chafed, was that she might trust me with her body, but she didn’t trust me with her heart.

And every day, as we fell deeper and deeper into each other, I was starting to realize that she already had mine. But it was okay, at least that’s what I told myself. I could be patient. I would show her that I was worthy of her trust no matter how long it took.

I just wished she hadn’t already been hurt so much that she felt the need to protect herself. Add to the fact that Hall was now a rookie defenseman for the Sharks, and my loathing for what she’d been put through in the past was at an all-time high. In fact, the only thing Mason Hall hadn’t been right about was Coach Harris. On a professional level, Coach tolerated Hall. On a personal level, however, he had zero use for him.

“I would tell you where we were going, if I’d been the one to plan our Valentine’s Day,” Pepper cajoled, batting those long lashes at me.

“And that is why you didn’t get to plan our Valentine’s Day,” I teased her. “You’re not very good at keeping secrets.”

“I’ve kept us a pretty good secret,” she pointed out, folding her arms under her incredible breasts. That dress was going to be the death of me. It was hot pink, matching the ends of her hair, with a lower, square neckline that showed off the curves I knew more intimately than my own gear. I couldn’t wait to take it off.

“Hey, that’s your choice,” I reminded her. “I’m all for driving over to your dad’s and telling him exactly how I feel about his daughter.” I pulled the truck into the employee parking lot of a local movie theater.

“And how exactly do you feel about his daughter?” She asked.

I would’ve teased her if not for the flash of vulnerability I saw in her eyes. Instead, I pulled the truck into the spot closest to the back door and killed the engine.

“I’m wild about her.” I leaned over the console of my truck, took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and tipped her face up toward mine. “I might go as far as to say crazy. Insane. Mad, even.” That fear slipped from her eyes as if it had never been there, and I kissed her softly before pulling away. “Now, would you like to begin our Valentine’s Day?”

“Absolutely,” she answered with a heart-stopping smile. Fuck, that still got to me. Something told me it didn’t matter how long I got to keep her— until the end of the season, or the rest of my life— I would never tire of seeing her smile.

“Then let’s get going. You wait right there.” I grabbed the umbrella from my driver side door and hopped out into the chilly February rain before shutting the door behind me. I could’ve cared less about the rain, but growing up with Mom and Faith had given me more than a little respect for how long women took to get ready, and I wasn’t about to let the rain get to her. The only thing allowed to get Pepper wet was me.

I opened her door, and lifted her from the truck, shamelessly letting her body slide down mine as the rain slapped the umbrella I held above us.

A few moments later, we entered the theater through the back door.

“Mr. Gentry, we have everything set up as per your request,” the theater manager told us after he shut the back door.

“Thank you,” I told him, collapsing the umbrella and taking Pepper’s hand.

“Right this way.” He led us down the hall and up a small flight of steps. The sounds from a newly released movie came from the right, and the manager led us to the door on the left.

The theater was nearly dark as we entered, lit only by the running lights that led up the stairs, and the pale, dimmed sconces that dotted the walls.

“When would you like your movie to start?” The manager asked.

“Forty minutes sound good?” I asked Pepper. Her eyes were locked on the small table that had been set up on the wide walkway between aisles. There were two chairs, candles, a few dozen roses, and silver-plated dinners waiting for us.

“What have you done, Iron Man?” She asked with wonder in her eyes.

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” I answered. “Now, what do you think? Forty minutes enough time to eat?”

Her smile was wide as she nodded her head. “Yeah, I think that will do just fine.”

The manager said he’d be back at the designated time and left us to our own devices.

“Nine’s?” Pepper guessed as I removed the lids from the platters.

“It’s your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite,” she said as I took my seat. “This is perfect. What movie are we watching?”

“That’s a surprise too,” I told her with a grin.

We ate slowly, soaking up our time together. We’d be on the road for two weeks. This weekend we were in Denver, and next, Nashville. That meant while we’d be together almost nonstop, we couldn’t be together.

“That was amazing,” Pepper said as we finished dinner.

“There’s more,” I promised her, standing from our table and offering my hand. She took it, and we climbed the stairs slowly until we reach the exact middle of the theater and then made our way down the row.

Pepper laughed as she saw the buffet of snacks that had been laid out just past our seats. “What did you do? Order the entire snack bar?”

“Yep,” I answered, taking a tub of popcorn and a box of butterfingers. I’d pay for this with my morning workout, but I was going to enjoy every second of tonight with her. “Did I miss anything you want?”

“Nope. I have everything I need.” She took a long look down my body, and my cock stirred to life, just like it did every time she glanced my way.

She grabbed a few snacks of her own, and we settled into the leather seats, popping the recliners up.

I raised the armrest between us, rolled slightly, and gripped Pepper’s hips. Another roll and she was on top of me, her dress sliding up her thighs as she straddled my hips.

“Why, Mr. Gentry, whatever did you have in mind?” She braced her hands on my shoulders and rolled her hips over my now rock-hard dick. God, it didn’t matter where we were, I was always ready for her.

“Someone once told me it was her fantasy to make out in a theater,” I reminded her, flexing my fingers on her hips.

“What? You did all of this to fulfill a fantasy?” A slight tremor went through her body.

I reached over to the seat next to me and unzipped the bag I’d dropped earlier, removing the large blanket from inside. With a quick movement, I wrapped Pepper in the fabric.

“I see it as my personal mission in life to fulfill every. Single. One. Of. Your. Fantasies.” I punctuated each word with a kiss on the delicate skin of her arm. She smelled so damn good, like vanilla and citrus.

“You amaze me.” She didn’t give me a chance to reply. Her mouth landed on mine, and I responded immediately.

My tongue licked into her mouth and my fingers threaded through her hair, holding her closer for my kiss as I took control.

Fuck, I wanted her. Not like that was any different from any other moment of my life. She moaned, rubbing her cleft over my cock, her dress having ridden to her hips to reveal a tantalizing scrap of lace covering her.

If my calculations were right, we had about ten minutes, which was more than enough time to get her off. Twice.

I drew the blanket higher around us, making sure she was covered just in case my timing was off. Then I kissed her with deep, sweeping thrusts of my tongue as I sent my hands up her thighs.

“Your skin is so damned soft.” My fingers quested higher until my thumbs grazed the edge of the white lace of her panties.

She sucked in a breath, and my teeth captured her lower lip.

“But here,” I said as my thumbs slipped under the lace, parting her. “Here, you’re even softer.” I slid through her slick folds until I reached her clit, then began to circle it.

“Eric,” she moaned. “God. Yes. Please.”

My cock jumped beneath her, desperate to climb out of my pants. I’d thought my initial infatuation with her body would fade, just like it had with any girl I’d taken to my bed. But I only craved more of Pepper. The sex got hotter, better every time we were together. I was addicted to her like a drug, jonesing for my next hit.

I turned my hand, slipping two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you,” she admitted, grinding down on my fingers.

Her pussy gripped my fingers like a velvet glove as I pumped them into her, then mimicked the action with my tongue as I claimed her mouth again.

I ignored the blatant need screaming through my body and focused purely on her pleasure. Her hips rocked with my thrusts, chasing the orgasm I knew drew closer. Her thighs tightened. Her inner muscles gripped my fingers. Her movements on top of me became jerky and slow.

I increased the pace, then pressed on her clit with my thumb and swirled.

She came, and I kissed her cry from her, taking it inside of me the same way my fingers were deep inside her.

With deep, shuddering breaths, she trembled over me before collapsing against my chest.

“Holy shit, Eric,” she muttered, her mouth against my neck.

Her breathing slowed as mine became more difficult.

I slipped my fingers free as she sat up, her face flushed with pleasure. Her lips swollen from my kisses.

Her eyes widened as I licked my fingers, savoring the clean, sweet taste of her. “Hmmm...dessert.”

Her eyes took on a sheen I knew all-too-well, and I quickly captured her questing hand, which was making a bee-line for my dick.

“Oh no. According to my calculations…” I jerked her dress down her hips and brought her to my side, covering her gorgeous legs with the blanket.

The door opened, and the manager appeared, a thin, wide-eyed, teenage boy with him.

“Ah! Good to see you’re already settled. We’ll get the movie started. If you need anything else, Chris will be at your service.”

“Thank you,” I told him, my voice low.

Within a few moments, Chris had dinner cleared, and the lights faded. Pepper settled in against my side, resting her cheek on my chest.

“Whatever it is, I love it,” she said. “I’ve never had a more perfect Valentine’s Day.”

I kissed her forehead before rearranging my throbbing hard-on. She’d said she’d always wanted to make-out in a theater, not get fucked in one. Besides, there was zero chance I was taking the risk of Chris seeing anything like that happen, and the kid looked our way every few minutes or so.

When the Marvel logo came on, Pepper’s head popped up, and when the title displayed, her jaw dropped.

All the planning, the requests, and the sheer money to make this happen was all worth it for that simple look.

“This...this isn’t even in theaters until next month!” she exclaimed.

“Well, it’s in this theater,” I said with a grin.

“You are incredible.” She smiled at me, and I felt powerful enough to change the orbit of the earth for her.

“Nah. That’s the Hulk. I always saw myself as more of an Iron Man.”

She laughed and settled back down against my side. “You’re definitely my hero.”

We watched the movie, and I savored every gasp, laugh, and tear she let escape. I had more fun watching her than I did the movie, even though I’d grown quite fond of the MCU.

After the movie, I drove her back to her place, and once we were sure the paparazzi weren’t around, I parked in the garage.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I told her one last time, kissing her gently.

“Why don’t you come up?” she offered with an impish grin.

“What?” Surprise got the best of me. I was never at her place. Ever. It was too risky to be caught by Ivy, or God-forbid, her dad.

“Ivy’s out of town for her internship,” Pepper explained. “And tonight, I want you in my bed. In my room. I want to smell you on my sheets tomorrow.”

“How the fuck could I ever turn down an offer like that?” I asked, consuming her mouth in another kiss.

“Good,” she said, pulling back with another grin. “Because I could really go for some of that...dessert.”

Holy shit. I was never going to get enough of this woman.

Ever.