After our first round, we both fell asleep, wrapped up in each other. I wake a few hours later with a need so great to be inside Kinley, I can’t ignore it. I wake her by gently kissing my way down her body, stopping between her legs. I run my tongue around her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I feel her begin to stir as her body starts to tremble, soft moans escaping her lips. Knowing she’s close, I continue my slow torture on her pussy, thrusting my tongue inside her as I stroke her clit with my thumb, playing her like an instrument. She wakes with a shout as a quick orgasm shudders through her body. I lap at her core, tasting her as she comes on my face, and loving every second of this intimate moment.

I kiss my way back up, stopping to ravish her breasts. I sink my fingers inside her, thrusting until I bring her to the brink of another orgasm. I remove my fingers from her core, and quickly slide on a condom, sinking balls deep inside of her in one frantic thrust.

“Bri…an!” she shouts in my ear, her voice still full of sleepiness.

“Tell me what you need, gorgeous,” I say, between steady pumps of my hips.

“I don’t know,” she cries out, as I demand more and more from her body. I stop and pull out, flipping us so she’s now on top of me. I guide her quickly to sink down on my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head as she drops completely down.

“Oh…my…God…” she moans. “You’re so fucking deep.”

I allow Kinley to take control, setting the speed, and just enjoy watching her as she chases her pleasure. She rises up a few times, letting the tip slip out and teases the fuck out of me as she slides it around her folds and clit. I’m so fucking sensitive, having not had sex in forever, waiting on this woman to realize she has changed me. She finally takes pity on me and sinks back down, riding me harder and faster than she had before. I bring one hand back to her hip, gripping it so I can help her ride me. The other drops between us, my fingers finding her clit to help her along to a shattering orgasm.

As soon as I feel her start to tighten around my cock, I take over and begin pounding into her, searching for my own release. It doesn’t take long, and I come, shouting her name.

Kinley collapses on top of me, completely spent. I pull the sheet and blanket back up and over us before wrapping my arms around her. She’s still, and soon has fallen back asleep, with us still connected.

I lie there, my dick semi-hard since I’m still buried inside her. After I’m confident she’s sound asleep, I slide her off me, so I can slip out of bed and discard the condom. After using the bathroom, I saunter out to the kitchen, looking for a small snack. Between our multiple sessions, I’m in need of some protein to keep me going tonight.

After a quick snack and bottle of water, I climb in bed, pulling Kinley back into my arms. I wish she could extend her trip here – fuck, I would love it if she could just move here permanently – but I also know that’s rushing things, and I need to give her time to adjust to us being just that; an us.

Waking with Kinley in my arms still naked from our lovemaking last night has me feeling so alive. For how much I didn’t sleep last night, you’d think I would be exhausted. But there’s just something about making love to the one person who completes you that can give a guy a little pep in his step. As I wake up, I can instantly feel Kinley’s eyes on me. She’s drawing lazy circles along my chest and abs.

“Morning,” I rasp out.

“Morning,” she whispers back.

“Sleep okay?” I ask, clearing the sleep from my voice.

“Perfect. Although, I’m a little sore.”

“Sorry about that,” I say, squeezing my arm around her more tightly.

“I’m not. It’s a good sore.”

“You seem a little serious this morning. Everything okay?” I ask, hoping she isn’t regretting anything.

“Just wishing I didn’t have to go home tomorrow morning.”

“I know, babe, me, too. Any chance you can extend your trip? I can buy you a new ticket back if you can stay.”

“I wish. I have to be back to work the night after next. There’s no way I can get my next set of shifts off with this short of notice.”

“When can you get an extended amount of time off again? I’ll fly you to me, wherever that will be.”

“I have to request time off at least a few weeks in advance, so not for a few weeks.”

“Could you get time off at the end of February? I have the All-Star game events and break. It’s in Vegas this year. Maybe Becca can tag along with Scott, so the two of you can see each other, too.”

“That sounds like fun! When is it?”

I give her the dates and she pulls up her work schedule on her phone.

“I can request off the three shifts before then, and the four after. That would give me ten days off that I could come see you for.”

“Done. As soon as you get the approval, I’ll give you my credit card number and you can book your tickets. We’re home before the break and head out for some road games after, so you’ll probably need a multi-city ticket. Unfortunately, you can’t fly with the team, nor are we allowed to share a hotel room when I’m on the road. But I imagine if you are coming, you can convince Becca to go to those away games and the two of you can share a room, or I’ll get you your own, if you prefer.”

“Slow down, slugger,” she teases. “I’ll send an email right now to my charge nurse, requesting the time off. Once I get approval, we can start discussing tickets and such. I don’t want to be a distraction while you’re on the road.”

“Kinley,” I say, lifting her chin so she has no choice but to look me in the eye. “You will never be a distraction to me. If anything, I’m more distracted when you are not around. Knowing you were in the building, watching me play, was the best feeling. Knowing I had you up in that suite, waiting for me at the end of the game, was unbelievable. I want that for any and every game possible.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that, thinking it’s what I want to hear, right?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Kinley, I know you’ve been burned by other guys, but I’m not them. I will never do something to purposely hurt you. You’re important to me. Since the moment I met you, something inside of me shifted. I can’t tell you what it was, but my life just makes sense now, and it was you that made that change. I had been tired of the playboy lifestyle before I met you and since that night, I haven’t looked at, or touched, another woman. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve done everything I can think of to show you I’ve changed. I’m in this for the long haul, baby. I just want you. I want you in my bed, my life. I want to shower you with whatever you need, want, desire. But most of all, I want to love you with everything within me, if you’ll let me.”

Kinley has tears in her eyes, letting everything I’ve just told her sink in. Her breathing is shaky as she tries not to cry.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she asks, a tear sliding down her face. I reach up to wipe her tear away, letting my fingers linger on her face.

“Baby, you deserve the best, and I’m not even worthy of you, but I will do my damnedest to be the man you deserve,” I say, before I lean down to kiss her. She opens to me immediately, and I take advantage of that openness she’s giving me.

I break the kiss when my alarm starts ringing on my phone, and reach for it, to shut off the alarm. I have to be at practice in two hours.

“Let’s go shower. I need to get ready for practice.” I place a chaste kiss on Kinley’s lips.

I stand up, pulling Kinley up behind me, and lead her into the bathroom. I stop, grabbing two towels from the shelf, before reaching in and turning on the water.

The shower was one of the selling points for me when I bought this condo. It has come in handy when I’ve had a hard game or practice, and need all the random shower heads working out the kinks in my tired muscles.

Once I’m confident the water is warm, I step in, pulling Kinley in behind me. I turn her so she’s under one of the rainfall-type shower heads, and can see the stress begin to melt from her body as she relaxes under the hot water.

I leave Kinley alone while I grab my body wash and soap up. As much as I want another round with her, I can’t be late to practice. I watch her as I wash up, then pull her into my arms once I’m done.

“Do you want to wash your hair in here, or wait until you can get your shampoo from the other bathroom?”

“I’ll wait. I’m particular on what I use.”

“If you want to wait here, I can go get it for you.”

“Thank you. Can you grab everything I have in the shower, please?”

“I sure can, babe.” I drop a kiss on her lips before I step out of the shower, drying off quickly. I wrap my towel around my waist before I leave my bathroom.

After grabbing her things, I also see a robe draped over the top of her bag, so I grab it as well and head back into my bathroom.

I open the shower door, handing her the containers, and give her another kiss before I back out and shut the door.

“I also grabbed your robe. It’s hanging next to your towel. Did you want me to grab anything else for you?”

“I have a hair towel hanging up in the bathroom. Can you grab that as well? I forgot to ask you for it before.”

“No problem, babe,” I tell her, leaving the bathroom to grab it for her.

After placing her hair towel on the hook, I pull on some shorts and a team t-shirt. When I first get to the arena, I typically spend some time in the weight room for a while before hitting the ice.

After getting dressed, I head out to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of us.

I’m just finishing up some omelets when Kinley walks in, looking sexy as hell. She found one of my clean t-shirts, and a pair of her sleep shorts. Seeing her in my oversized shirt that just about swallows her whole knocks the breath out of me, as if I’d been slammed into the boards. I know I’m gaping at her, but damn, does she take my breath away.

“Hello, earth to Brian,” Kinley laughs, standing next to me. “What’s got you all quiet?”

“Uhhhh…” I stammer, swallowing hard, trying to gather myself together. “You look good in my shirt, is all,” I finally get out.

Kinley breaks out in a huge smile, looking down at the shirt. “Oh, this old thing?” she teases. “It just looked so comfortable” – she winks at me – “and it smells like you.” She pulls it up to her nose and takes a deep breath, all the while keeping her eyes on me.

“Such a little vixen,” I growl. “I would like to do nothing more than take you back to bed and strip you out of these clothes, but if I did that, we wouldn’t be leaving the bed all day. So, play your little game, tease away, because tonight, once we’re back here alone, I will get my revenge and drive you crazy. That’s a promise.”

I watch as my promise sinks in; the fire it ignites in Kinley’s eyes and the effect it has on her body. Her nipples harden under the t-shirt, and she rubs her thighs together.

“You fight dirty,” she accuses.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart,” I tell her, as I drop a kiss on her cheek, then bring the plates out to the table.

“Can I grab anything else for you?”

“I have a glass of orange juice on the counter that you can bring me.” It took everything in me not to answer that she could grab my cock, didn’t think that was what she wanted to hear, nor would it get me the response I would want.

Kinley brings out my glass, along with one for her, then we dig in to our food, talking sparingly.

“What time will you be home from practice?” Kinley asks, as she finishes eating.

“I’m usually back by late afternoon. Sometimes as early as three, but other days, not until closer to five. It all depends on how long we stay on the ice, how long in the weight room, and then if I have anything the medical staff needs to attend to. How about I just text you when I’m done, and leaving?”

“That’ll work. Did anyone ever make a decision on where we’re going to dinner tonight?”

“Not that I’m aware of. How about you and Becca figure that out today, and Scott and I will show up when and where we’re told to.”

Smiling, Kinley leans over and kisses me. “That, I can do,” she whispers against my lips.

“What time is Becca picking you up?”

“Not long. She said she’d probably leave shortly after Scott leaves for practice.”

“You better go get changed then, unless you plan on wearing my shirt all day.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I’m just so comfortable in it.” She winks.

“You’ll have to pack it in your suitcase, so you have it back at home.”

“Already planning on it. You might lose a couple of shirts, if you’re not careful.”

“And what do I get to keep of yours?”

“Ummm… Nothing of mine will fit you.”

“Not trying to cross dress here, Kin. I just want something that smells like you. I wouldn’t balk at a pair of your lacy panties,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.

She slaps my chest playfully. “How did I know you were going to ask for my unmentionables?”

“Because I’m a guy, and they look sexy as fuck on you.”