Page 35 of A Vegas Crush Collection #2

Boris spends a long time kissing every inch of my body.

He rubs and massages my aching muscles as he goes, sending me into some blissful place between relaxation and combustion.

He kisses and licks at my breasts, telling me how beautiful I am, how amazing my body is.

He teases me as his lips and tongue move against the inside of my thighs, his shoulders forcing me to open my legs wide and bare myself to him.

It’s only minutes before I’m coming, his tongue sinister and talented against my clit.

His grin is pure bad boy when he emerges victorious, moving up to kiss along my neck and jaw, careful of my injuries.

I want him in me so badly that I’m desperately impatient, so when he turns onto his back, I climb on top, straddling his hips and aligning his cock to my entrance.

He watches his cock disappear inside me as I sink down onto his whole hard length, both of us moaning in pure pleasure.

Our bodies fit perfectly together…and nothing has ever felt so right.

His hands are cupping both cheeks of my ass as we start to move together.

I’m so full with his cock deep inside of me.

I feel claimed and complete, like this is what I was always supposed to feel but never knew.

Nonsensical noises escape my throat as I ride him.

It takes no time before I’m coming and clenching around his cock, the orgasm hitting me sharply when he sits up and starts nipping at my breasts and nipples with his teeth.

The hint of delicious pain sending me over the edge all in an instant.

We’re all wrapped up in each other, so close, moving together, breathing together, hearts pounding, kissing, tasting, fucking together.

Boris twists me to my back without ever separating his body from mine.

“I need to look in your eyes when I take you, krasotka.”

And so he does.

We stay locked on each other as he moves, pumping his cock in long, deep slides in and out of me, his pace ever increasing.

It’s a beautiful torture as I build again.

Up, up, up I go until he kisses me fiercely and his cock becomes impossibly harder, spasming as he comes inside me.

I fall into another sweeter climax, pausing from breathing as the sharp sting of pain-laced ecstasy overtakes my whole body in a tingling, hot rush.

Boris puts his forehead against mine as he finishes. He looks meditative, as if his experience was as life-altering as mine was.

I’m in awe of this connection we have, this chemistry. I can’t find words to say it, but I know this is right. It’s meant to be. I don’t ever want it to go away.

I trace the dragon tattoo with my finger along the intricate inked design from his shoulder to his forearm.

Green blends into turquoise, which blends to blue, which blends to purple, and into black.

It’s a stunning work of Asian art, striking in form and context.

With one deviation. Instead of the more typical red ball incorporated into the design, there’s a flat black disc.

A hockey puck. His dragon is not a mean-looking one.

Boris’s dragon is brave and honorable, just like the man.

My man.

I can say it now. My man. Because he is mine, and I am his.

We’ve been lying together in the bed, naked and sated, for a long time, dozing off here and there, sharing sweet kisses, caressing each other’s skin, when the ring of his doorbell invades our peace.

Boris sits up and peers at his phone before exiting the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans lying nearby on the floor.

He disappears, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

I force myself from the bed and zip into the bathroom to retrieve the Comets T-shirt and Boris’s discarded athletic shorts where he dropped them in front of the shower.

The black shorts are positively huge on me, but at least they have a drawstring that I can cinch up tight enough to stay on my hips.

I pull my hair up in a messy bun and pad out to the living room, only to find Ally reviewing something with Boris at the kitchen island.

Ally hands me a cup of coffee from my favorite nearby coffee shop. It’s fresh and hot and tastes like heaven. “Thank you, Ally. How did you know?”

“A little birdie sent a text and told me you might be having caffeine withdrawal. You doing okay? I heard you took a nasty fall.”

I look at Boris and realize he’s not spreading the news of my abduction widely. Thankfully. I nod and say, “Yeah. I’m such a super klutz. That’s what I get for reading books instead of doing sports all my life.”

“Boris,” Ally interrupts, “you’ve got a team meeting in half an hour, then you’ve got to get back and pack for your preseason road trip.”

“Thanks. And thanks for the information on that class.”

“I’ll walk you to the arena so we can go over the week’s schedule,” Ally says, heading toward the door.

Boris disappears into his closet, returning in shorts and T-shirt. He shoves his feet into his trainers and throws his workout bag over his shoulder, then makes his way over to me.

“Stay as long as you need, krasotka. I should be back in a couple of hours and I will find you.”

He kisses me on top of the head before meeting Ally at the door.

The young woman watches our exchange with interest but keeps any feelings carefully masked.

She says goodbye to me as they leave. I give a little wave in return as the door shuts, not sure I know how to read Ally yet.

She must be crushing on Boris, because how could she not.

But she was professional and invested…that’s good, right?

There’s no reason to hang around here for two hours, so I find my phone, keys, and the fanny pack I was wearing on game day, and head down to my own apartment.

LuLu meows like she’s been left alone for a year as I shut myself inside.

I pick her up, rubbing her soft fur and missing her sweetness as she purrs.

I know Boris has been taking care of her here because he told me so.

I’m so tired. From the ordeal. From the lovemaking. From the intense emotions. I lie down on the chaise with my favorite blanket, LuLu making herself comfortable wedged between my side and the edge of the chaise.

I drift away wondering just one thing…

Should I have told Boris that I might love him, too?