Everything was fucking different now. Everything.

I flipped the pancake over on the skillet and grinned when I heard Julie’s bare feet on the kitchen floor. I’d let her sleep this morning. It was almost eleven. I didn’t know what time it was when we finished fucking the second time.

“Hope it’s ok I borrowed one of your shirts.” She plucked at my Sharks jersey falling off her creamy shoulder.

I looked at her legs. The hem reached the tops of her thighs.

“Damn.” It was all I could manage to say.

She picked a piece of bacon off the platter and took a bite. “I had no idea you could cook. I thought it was only pizza.” She giggled.

I tossed the pancake on a plate and handed it to her. “Baby, I have so many hidden talents.”

“Apparently.” She waggled her eyebrows and sat at the kitchen table.

I settled in next to her and reached for the syrup. “Did you check on Hunter?”

I saw the way she bit the corner of her lip. “I couldn’t help it. I had to know if he was ok.”

“I get it. And how was he?”

“He didn’t want to talk to me. But they said he had breakfast and they think he slept through the night.”

I watched the steam rise from my plate. “That’s all good news, isn’t it?”

“It is. But I worry so much. There’s no one that’s his person, you know? No one who knows him. Knows what to do with him. Some days it breaks my heart too much.”

Shit. She was killing me and we hadn’t even made it past breakfast. But what she said mattered. I wanted to know about the kid. I wanted to know how she was feeling. What we had shared in the past twenty-four hours was something I’d never have with anyone else and I knew that.

“So what do you do on Saturdays?” I asked.

Other than the after school clubs she monitored, I didn’t know what this woman did in her spare time.

“I usually pick up Hunter and we go to the park or something and have lunch. If he’s up for it, I try one of the museums.”

I nodded. The pancakes were good. “Ever think about taking him to a game?”

“You mean the Sharks?”

“What other team?” I joked.

“I can’t afford those kinds of tickets.”

“Playoffs start Sunday. Why don’t you bring Hunter tomorrow?”

She lowered her fork. “You want me to bring Hunter to watch you play?”

“I do.” I studied her eyes. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over, sucking her lips between mine. My hands circled her neck, drawing her closer and tighter.

She moaned slightly, licking the syrup from my lips.

I reached under the jersey, pinching and twisting her nipple with authority. I’d never wanted a woman to be mine so badly. I’d never needed it so much.

Her tits were fucking perfection. They hardened under my touch. Pebbled and begged for more.

“I want you there. Understand?”

She nodded, but her head fell backward as I moved to her other nipple.

“That’s a big deal, Hawk,” she whispered. “It’s …”

“I know exactly what it is.” My voice was low and authoritative. If I was going to do this—I was going to do it completely. She was going to be mine. Only mine.

“I’ll be there,” she whispered.

“Good.”

I brought my mouth to hers again. She felt incredible. Everything about her body. Every sound she made. My hands wrapped in the silkiness of her hair. I could get lost in this woman. Maybe I already was.

I pushed back from the table and lifted her to her feet. The jersey slid off her body like an oversized robe and I marveled at her lush curves.

“We haven’t even finished breakfast,” she whispered.

“Oh, are you hungry?”

She nodded. She reached for the bottle of syrup and sank to her knees, dragging my pajama pants with her. My hard shaft sprang free. Her wide eyes looked up toward mine as she licked her lips.

She was the devil disguised as an angel. My cock bobbed and bounced as she trickled sticky syrup up and down, coating the head with swirls of sugar.

I’d never been so fucking aroused in my life. I gripped the back of her head, stared at her red lips and slid my dick inside her mouth, trying to restrain myself from the pounding I wanted to give her. No woman could take my cock all at once. She needed to warm up.

After a few pumps I was down her throat so deep she was groaning and moaning. She squeezed my balls gently tugging as I felt my spine clench and convulse. I thrust harder and she took everyone with a welcome suck.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” I pumped into her lips.

My spine tingled and I knew I was going to come. I grabbed the back of her head, bracing her for the powerful explosion erupting from my body.

One.

Two.

Three fucks and I lost it. My seed blasted in her mouth, thundering from my cock as it oozed down her throat with power. I stood emptying myself into her while she whimpered, clinging to my thighs.

“Oh, baby.” I held my dick, sliding it from her mouth then stumbled back to the nearest chair.

She wiped her mouth and smiled greedily.

“You are going to be the woman who kills me, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe.

She crawled toward me. Her tits grazed my inner leg before she kissed the tip of my cock and then my stomach.

“Not before I get to see you play tomorrow.” She giggled.

“Death by blow job is the way to go.” I took another inhale.

She smiled. “Hey, so what about today? Want to go with me to pick up Hunter? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”

I kissed her forehead. “Wish I could, but I’ve got light practice then a team meeting. Playoffs are no shit serious around here.”

“I understand.”

I stood, drawing her topless body to mine. “But tonight?”

“I don’t want to distract you if you need to study or something. Maybe after the game instead?”

I laughed. “You’re cute. You know that?”

She pinched her lips together. “Cute? Because I don’t want to be the reason you lose sleep before a huge game?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Because you think we’re going to sleep tonight. And that I give a shit about anything other than fucking your gorgeous body as many times as I can tonight.”

I loved the blush that reddened her body. “But—”

I stopped the protest with a powerful kiss. “Shut up, baby. Kiss me and I’ll see you here tonight. I’ll be back at eight. Got it?”

Her fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. “Got it.”

And that’s when I realized maybe there was a perfect woman for me. And maybe the flame between us was only the beginning of a raging fire.