This wasn’t what I had planned. This wasn’t how I envisioned making Adalyn mine for the first time, but her speech, the way her eyes pleaded with me, and the way she consistently eye-fucked me while on set has left me no choice.

I need her . . . now.

My mouth works over hers, licking, sucking, fusing together. We’ve made out before, but there is a sense of urgency in our kisses this time that’s different.

Moving my hands down her neck, past her shoulders to her sides, my fingers graze her soft skin, spreading goosebumps along every inch of her body. The little pebbles encouraging my touch.

Her stomach, her ribs, my thumbs caress every crevice, every bone to her breasts. I caught a quick look at her full, round tits when she took her bra off and I’m amazed with myself that I’ve been able to keep myself away from them for this long.

But no more.

Cupping them into my palms, they fit perfectly, barely overflowing. Her nipples are hard as my thumbs pass over them, stiff and turned on. And when I squeeze, her mouth drops open wider, a gasp passing her lips straight into mine.

I repeat the action, increasing my cupping with each squeeze until she’s writhing beneath me, her pussy rubbing desperately against my aching cock.

But I don’t give in.

Instead, I squeeze her breast and then pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Plucking, pulling, pinching. I alternate between the two, until she’s moaning desperately into my mouth, our kisses becoming sloppy, our mouths all over each other, her lips pressing across my mouth, my jaw, my cheeks.

My lips fuse to her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Lifting her arms against the wall, I pin her and bring her breast into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple.

“Oh God, Hayden.” Her hips slam into mine, seeking relief.

I move to the other breast, nibbling harder and sucking her nipple into my mouth, yanking on it, which only seems to spur her on more. Gripping both of her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reach between her legs and easily slide in as she spreads for me, giving me more access.

Pressing my fingers inside her, I let her rock on my hand for a few strokes before I can’t take her soft moans anymore. I need to be inside her now.

Releasing her wrists, I grip her waist and lift her up. Getting the idea, she wraps her legs around my waist and links her ankles, locking herself in. My cock slides up and down her wet center, gliding along her clit.

“Get inside of me, now,” she moans into my ear.

“Hold on to my shoulders.” Reaching between us, I guide my length along her slit until the head of my cock is at her entrance.

Squeezing my eyes shut, so painfully hard, I slide myself in, inch by slow inch.

So wet.

So warm.

So goddamn tight.

“Yes,” she hisses into my ear before her mouth lands on my shoulder.

With each inch she slides down on me, her teeth bite down on my shoulder. Feels so good. So right.

After a few seconds, I bottom out. We both let out a feral groan when I hit that special spot of hers, her teeth sinking deeper.

I welcome the pain.

I’m turned on by the pain.

I want so much more. I want her to bite down on more than my shoulder. Fuck, I want her to play with my nipples again, to grip my balls and roll them between her fingers.

Right now, I need to fuck her against this wall.

Pulsing my hips, I slam into her, thrust after thrust, never letting up. I keep a constant pace, a pace that throws Adalyn into a spiral of passionate ecstasy. Hands on my shoulders, she moves up and down on my length as well, pushing down when I’m rising up, meeting in the middle for an explosive feeling, so rich, so overwhelming that the sounds coming out of her mouth are inaudible. I can hear my name, I can detect some curse words, but that’s it.

And it’s sexy seeing how much I cause Adalyn to feel.

It’s sexy to see how she so easily falls apart and loses control.

And yet, despite her sedated body, she’s still present, she’s still moving with me, clenching around me.

“Feels so goddamn good,” I whisper into her ear. “So good, Adalyn.”

She bites down on my earlobe and says, “Harder. Fuck me harder, Hayden.”

Christ.

This woman. A biter, a dirty talker, a fucking queen in my arms.

I give her what she wants, slamming into her, her back hitting the wall, our attempt at being quiet washed away with unbridled passion.

Moaning into my mouth now, she clamps around my cock, her body stilling, her hands trembling. She gasps and then murmurs a slew of curse words as her pussy contracts around my cock, the sensation so powerful, so overwhelming that within seconds, my balls are tightening and I’m coming pulse after pulse.

I come so hard and so long I almost forget where I am when I moan her name, the sound echoing in the small dressing room.

If people were wondering what we were doing in here, they sure as hell know now.

Fuck, but was it worth it.

Slowing my hips, I take a deep breath and open my eyes to find Adalyn staring back at me. A lazy smile passes over her lips as she gives me a quick peck to my nose.

“That was so fucking hot,” she whispers, not that she needs to, not after what we just did. “Well worth the wait.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Yes, you were easily worth the wait.”

“God, Adalyn. Phenomenal. You are phenomenal.” Actually, there are no words to describe that. Being inside her . . . touching her . . . fucking her. She’s everything . . . She’s quickly becoming my everything.

She’s everything.

I thank God I met this girl. My girl.

With another gentle kiss, to my lips this time, I become lost in the feel of her once again. I’m so fucking glad I took the time away from my normal crazy and went to Binghamton when my season ended. Without that decision, I never would have met Adalyn, the woman who didn’t steal my heart, but to whom I gladly gave it. She’s becoming my everything.

Adalyn rests her head against my shoulder, her wavy, air-dried hair tickling my chin, and her sweet scent consuming me. Old northeastern homes pass by in the windows, the familiar streets of Binghamton painting a path to Adalyn’s place.

The past two days have been . . . Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it.

Life-changing.

I can remember getting the call to play professional hockey. I remember where I was sitting, what I was watching, what I was eating.

My parents’ house, on their big brown sectional, watching the movie Ratatouille with my mom because it was about a cooking mouse, which my mom thought was adorable. We were eating homemade beef Wellington. Fancy feast for two movie watchers. But that’s how we rolled. My phone rang, and it was my agent.

The room stilled, the air around us heavy, my mind whirling with holy fucks and I can’t believe I did it. It was singularly the proudest, more exciting moment of my life.

Little did I know, it was going to be rivaled.

The past two days . . .

They’ve rivaled the feeling I had when I first found out about being signed with the Brawlers.

I’m happy. I feel at peace with Adalyn in my arms. It almost is like my life is coming full circle, everything falling into place.

Now . . . to have the talk with her.

Living in Philadelphia while she lives in Binghamton is going to be inconvenient, especially with her nurse schedule, but I really think we can work it out and hopefully—if I’m a lucky son of a bitch—she’ll consider moving to Philly, even if it’s not immediately, given she’s new to her job.

The town car pulls in front of Adalyn’s house and idles. “We’re here.” I kiss the top of her head. It’s late and if she didn’t have such an early shift tomorrow morning, I’d suggest I follow her into her house. But she needs a good night’s sleep, especially considering what little sleep we’ve had over the past two days.

“Mmm . . . but I’m so warm, and if I leave this car, I’m going to have to face the real world, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. Ten more minutes.”

I chuckle as she tries to snuggle in closer. “Ten more minutes, babe, will lead you to falling asleep in this car.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Don’t you want to just take a little nap, have a little snuggle time?”

Groaning, I wrap my arm around her and squeeze her tightly. “I want nothing more than to stay in the tiny bubble we created, but you have work tomorrow, and I have to get back to my training.”

She waves me off. “You’re fit enough, you’ll be fine. I mean, how many more muscles do you really need?”

“All of them, babe. All of them.” I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.”

Grunting with disapproval, she lifts off me. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me.” Stiffly turning on the seat, she asks, “You’re not getting rid of me, are you?”

“Yup, that’s been my plan the entire time.”

“I knew it.” She shakes her fist to the sky. “Played, by Hayden Holmes. It will be my InTouch Weekly article I sell out of desperation and payback.”

“When they’re interviewing you, can you at least mention my sizable cock?”

Eyes narrowing. “I’ll mention its size for sure, but I’m going to tell you right now”—she hops out of the car and leans in through the door—“it’s not going to be in your favor.”

“You’re the devil.”

The driver takes her suitcase to the sidewalk and she takes it from him with a thank you. Walking up the pathway to her house, she says over her shoulder, “You have no idea, Holmes. Get ready for the wrath of Adalyn. Ohhhhh boy.” She laughs manically, as I follow closely behind her. “When my brothers get ahold of this information, you can bet your tiny macaroni that there will be a bounty put on your head. First person to rupture your nuts with a hockey puck wins.”

I squeeze my legs together when we reach her front door. Fuck, that would hurt. “Damn, if I would’ve known the psychotic nightmare you’d turn into, I never would’ve asked you out.” I pull her in by her hips, smiles on both of our faces.

“You should always do your research, Hayden, especially a man in your position. You never know who the psychos are going to be. We might seem normal at first, but that’s how we get you. Then, we flip a switch and tear your world apart.”

“Noted.” Sighing, I press my forehead against hers. “Did you have fun?”

All joking aside, she grips my shirt and nods. “I had an amazing time. Thank you for taking me and giving me some memorable moments to lock away forever.”

“Memorable moments, huh?”

She nods and plays with the collar of my shirt. “Being fucked in a dressing room. Blow jobs in town cars. Sex in the shower.” She moans. “That was my favorite.”

Town car blow job was a close second for me.

“Are all your memories sexual?”

“Mostly, since you held out on me for so long, but spending time with Calder and Rachel was amazing. Seeing Hamilton was so much fun. Going to the top of the Statue of Liberty and geeking out like tourists is right up there. Oh, and don’t forget about the pizza. Ugh, the pizza was so good.”

“The pizza, let’s fly back for the pizza.”

“Okay.” She attempts to pull me back to the car but I stop her. “Ugh, you’re no fun. Where’s your adventure?”

“I have no idea why I’m the responsible one here. I’m not the one who has to get up early tomorrow and be present enough to perform medical tasks on real-live human beings.”

“Well . . . when you put it like that.” She twists her lips to the side. “Damn it, Hayden. Ugh, you’re right. Putting in an IV with zero sleep isn’t very responsible or fun.”

“I prefer my nurses to be well rested.” I lean closer to her ear and add, “And fucked.”

Shivering in my arms, she looks at me through her eyelashes. “Well, you took care of the second half of the sentence.”

“And I’m trying to take care of the first half.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I bring my lips to hers, sweetly kissing her, not diving too deep, and not pressing too hard. “Go on, go get some sleep. I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”

She nods and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her slight shoulders and breathe her in one more time. “Thank you again for the past two days. It was exactly what I needed.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” I want to talk about our future. I want to tell her we need to have a serious conversation. The words are on the tip of my tongue but I push them down. If I tell her we need to talk, she’s going to worry. She’ll want the conversation now instead of getting the sleep she desperately needs. So I keep my mouth shut. We have time, and it doesn’t have to be discussed right now.

“Dinner tomorrow?”

“I’ll cook. Come to my place after work?”

“I’ll be there.” Reaching up she presses a gentle kiss on my chin and steps away. “Have a good night.” Winking, she takes her suitcase and unlocks her door. Hands in my pockets, I watch her every move until she waves and shuts the door on me.

Hopping off her front porch, I jog to the waiting car the whole time wishing I was snuggling next to Adalyn rather than going back to an empty cottage.

One night, that’s all. One night isn’t going to change anything.