"I've got you, babe." He shifted over her and eased her thigh out to the side to keep stroking, unhindered.
She stared into his eyes. The gray had hints of blue, tiny flecks she had never noticed until she and Leo were close enough to share breath. He smiled and kissed her jaw. "I want to watch you go over."
"What about you?" She tightened her grip until he groaned and bit his lip.
"You first. And then, we'll go together."
She ground against his hand. Waves of pleasure rolled through her. He sped up the steady rhythm until her orgasm plunged her into a tsunami of feelings. At the center of it all, Leo was there. He continued to kiss her as she came back down.
He pulled the fabric down her shaking legs and shed his own in one swift motion. Then he shifted over her once more. "Condom?"
She pointed to the bedside table. "Top drawer. I'll get it."
He shifted off her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she grabbed the foil packet. She reached for him, intending to smooth the protection into place but he grabbed her hand before she could touch him. "I'm too close. If you touch me, I'll explode."
She handed it over and slid to the mattress. Leo rolled on the condom and rejoined her.
Skin tingling, Kelsey arched until their torsos rubbed together. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He throbbed hot between her thighs and his hips pulsed against hers—once, twice, three times—before he thrust inside.
He murmured something she couldn't make out and then rolled her hips higher. He slipped his forearms underneath her torso and curled her into him. The angle shifted him deeper.
"Leo." The whisper lingered in the air. Her hands roamed his back and then settled at his hip, aiding his strokes as they rocked together.
He teased kisses over her face. Passion and desire built and built, and she strained toward him, seeking more, desperate to give him as much pleasure as he'd given her. His movements lost their finesse, growing wild as his hands clutched her shoulders and dragged her even closer.
His mouth closed over hers, sealing them together. His hips pressed down, locking them together. Her orgasm hit hard, sending her soaring and drenching her in lights and colors. Over her thundering heartbeat, she heard Leo groan, felt his release as he stiffened against her.
Sated, she threaded her fingers through his hair, content to keep him close while he regained his breath.
After a few minutes, he raised his head. His eyes crinkled with his smile and he traced an unsteady finger down her cheek. "Hey."
"Hey."
"I must be crushing you." He rolled to the side.
"I didn't mind." She rose and killed the light and then climbed back in bed.
Leo pulled her close. They lay tangled together in the dark, drawn together again by something deep within. Kelsey laced her fingers with his and snuggled into his heat. Leo's breath deepened and evened. The arm he'd wrapped around her waist grew heavy as he drifted to sleep.
They'd spent every spare moment together since their time in Philly. She was shocked at how necessary he'd become, at how strongly she'd felt even before that trip. He'd laid a check to her heart from the very first moment he'd walked into her office. She'd never believed in love at first sight but was that what was happening with Leo?
She'd never been in love before, so how would she know?
She stared at the ceiling for a long time searching for answers in the darkness.
They didn't come.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A FOUR-GAME LOSING streak was pathetic. Leo lined up another puck from the pile by his side and fired it into the net.
The GM wasn't happy. The coaches weren't happy. His teammates weren't happy. And the fans definitely weren't happy.
Even worse, six days had passed since Dylan had sustained his second concussion and he wasn't anywhere near ready to come back. On top of the concussion, he was also experiencing whiplash symptoms from that hit.
Fresh anger boiled his blood. He shot another puck.
He could kill Bertuzzi...
He huffed a sigh, glad to be alone with his thoughts in the practice facility. Coach LeClair had pushed them hard, upset over their effort in the previous night's game against Montreal. Lack of effort, his ass. The effort was there but he and his teammates were out of sync.
They needed to find their rhythm—fast.
A puck sailed past him. One that he hadn't shot. Not in the mood for company, he turned to discourage whoever it was to leave him alone.
Kelsey glided across the ice, stick in hand. "Mind if I hit a few?"
Just seeing her was enough to lift his mood. "Help yourself."
She was a right-handed shot. Gaze narrowed on the net, she executed a perfect slapshot. The goal slammed into the back of the net.
"Nice job."
"Thanks." She fired another. Tension lined her face and her movements were abrupt, like she was simmering with anger.
"Is everything okay?"
"I just got word that the league is suspending Bertuzzi for five games. They're slapping him with a fine too. But he isn't even sorry for what he did." She shook her head and her ponytail swayed back and forth. "I know none of that will help Dylan get better, but the lack of remorse really gets under my skin."
"Hit another puck. It helps." He waited until she did and then followed his own advice. "Did you see Dylan today?"
"I've been here all day. My parents were sitting with him. I'll stop by after I'm through here. I'm so frustrated. I'm worried, and my parents are worried, and the hardest part of all is there's nothing I can do to make him feel better."
He could sympathize. Boy, could he sympathize. Leo straightened and leaned on his stick. "I know how that feels. When Ryan was attacked last year, I felt the same way. Burning anger at the assholes who did it, and frustration and helplessness because I couldn't wave a magic wand and make him
