Page 24 of Slap Shot (Charm City Chill #3)

They sank onto the bed together, hands mapping familiar territory with new tenderness. When Oliver's mouth trailed down her body, he lingered over every inch of skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the sensitive spots that made her arch beneath him.

"I love you," he said against her skin, his breath hot against her belly. "I love your strength, your brilliance, your stubborn refusal to let me face anything alone."

Heather's breath caught as he settled between her spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing her legs wider. When his tongue made the first slow pass through her slick folds, she gasped his name.

"So sweet," he murmured against her pussy, the vibration making her hips buck. "So wet for me already. I love how you taste, how you respond to my mouth."

This was worship, pure and simple. Oliver used his tongue with patient devotion, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, building her pleasure with deliberate care.

"Oliver, please," she gasped, her hands fisting in his dark hair as he slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. "Don't stop, that feels so good."

"Never," he promised against her flesh, his fingers pumping slowly while his tongue worked magic on her clit. "I could do this for hours, make you come on my tongue over and over."

The combination of his skilled mouth and gentle fingers pushed her steadily toward the edge. When her orgasm finally crashed over her, she cried out his name, her thighs trembling around his head as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

"Come here," she whispered, reaching for him with trembling hands.

Oliver moved up her body, settling between her thighs. She could see his cock, thick and hard and already slick at the tip, and the sight made fresh moisture pool between her legs.

"I need you inside me," she said, wrapping her hand around his length and guiding him to her entrance. "I need to feel all of you."

When he pushed inside, they both went still, overwhelmed by the intensity of connection. He was thick and deep, stretching her in the most perfect way, and she could feel every inch of him as he filled her completely.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Oliver breathed, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. "So tight and wet and perfect around my cock."

"I love you," she said, looking directly into his eyes as he began to move within her.

The rhythm was slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and measured.

"I love your protective instincts even when they drive me crazy.

I love how gentle you are with Charlie, how fierce you are when someone threatens the people you care about. "

"I love you too," he said, his voice rough with emotion as he moved within her pussy with long, deep strokes. "God, Heather, you feel like home. Like everything I never knew I needed."

There was no urgency now, no desperate need to claim or possess.

This was about connection, about two people who had found each other against all odds and chosen to build something real together.

Oliver's cock filled her completely with each measured thrust, hitting spots deep inside that made her see stars.

They moved together in perfect synchronization, building toward release with unhurried devotion. Oliver's thick length stroked her inner walls with exquisite friction, and she could feel her orgasm building slowly, like warm honey spreading through her veins.

"I can feel you getting close," Oliver murmured, adjusting his angle to hit her G-spot with each thrust. "Your pussy is getting so tight around me. Come for me, love. Let me feel you."

"With me," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure crested. "Come with me, Oliver."

They fell over the edge together, their bodies locked in perfect unity as her orgasm rippled through her in deep, consuming waves. Oliver's cock pulsed inside her as he spilled himself deep, both of them crying out each other's names as pleasure overwhelmed them completely.

They stayed joined for long minutes afterward, neither wanting to break the connection. When he finally moved to withdraw, Heather made a soft sound of protest.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Please. I need to feel you a little longer."

Oliver settled back against her, pulling the covers over them both. They lay entwined in the gathering darkness, skin to skin, heart to heart.

"So where does this leave us?" Heather asked eventually, echoing her earlier question but with a different meaning now.

"It leaves us figuring out how to be together without letting our jobs or my past or your trust issues get in the way," Oliver said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"Those are some pretty significant obstacles."

"Good thing we're both smarter than average." He paused, his arms tightening around her. "And good thing we love each other enough to fight for this."

Heather smiled against his chest, feeling truly at peace for the first time in weeks. Kai was in custody, Oliver was safe in her arms, and they had finally said the words that had been building between them for so long.

"Come on," she said eventually, though she made no move to get up. "We should probably order some food and pretend to be normal people for a few hours. Charlie's probably wondering what happened to his dinner."

"In a minute," Oliver murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare shoulder. "Right now, I just want to hold the woman I love and remember what it feels like to be this happy."

"I love you too," she whispered into the quiet of his bedroom, sealing the promise they had made to each other with their bodies and their hearts.