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I'm confused. Like officially confused.

It's been hard being in the same room as Rohan. I thought I knew how he felt because of what he said but then he goes and kisses me.

Kisses me!

I almost growl in frustration because I'm freaking the fuck out.

Oh yeah we won the game. I only got off the ice during the second period and we were already winning. So now we're on our way to a celebratory dinner.

I'd showered and changed into a long sleeve, light blue silk evening dress with white suede heels. I hadn't done anything with my hair, I'd just blow dried it and left it.

It's not the first time I see the team in suits but somehow this feels different. Probably because it's the first time we're going out for dinner after a win. I'm sitting next to Chase on the bus as he's gushing about my forehead and how the guy who hurt me was kicked off the rink.

But all I'm thinking about is the fact Rohan kissed me.

To be continued... he'd said.

What did he mean by that? Like to be continued when we get back to our hotel room, or Chicago?

And then there is the part where he rejected me just a week ago.

I can't continue my thoughts because the bus has stopped and Coach is getting everyone to get out of the bus. I get off the bus and into the restaurant. A long table is reserved by Coach in the middle of the restaurant.

I haven't looked in Rohan direction since we got on the bus and by coincidence I'm placed beside Rohan. But that doesn't mean I acknowledge him.

Rohan sits on my right while Chase sits on my left. He still yapping about the game but not to me. The team is buzzing from the win while I'm still in my thoughts. Confused.

I run my hand through my hair as I twirl my knife around on my napkin. Then I hear a breathy laugh from my right. I look over and see straight amusement on his features, "Your cute when your confused." He whispers, still looking at Liam, having a full conversation with him.

I roll my eyes and turn to Chase. I need to get my mind off of this. "Did you score after I left the rink?" I ask moving my body so I'm wholly focused on him. My forehead still hurts and a headache but otherwise I'm fine.

"I did." He smirks, "Which I'd already told you." I wince, he chuckles. "What going on with you?" He asks now concerned.

I bite my lip as I feel the heat of Rohan's stare on my back. "Just...thinking about the Yale game." Then I straighten and look at Coach who's a couple seats down. "Coach, am I allowed to play Yale?"

Coach looks over at me along with a couple teammates, "You should be fine to play. If doc clears you that is."

I glower but I see a ghost of a smirk on his face, but it's gone just as fast as it came.

Then the waiter comes and takes our drink orders. The boys who are old enough to drink get alcoholic drinks along with Coach but those of us under age and can't use our fake IDs get non alcoholic drinks, I just get an Iced Tea.

The booming sound of our table overtakes the whole restaurant. Some ae talking about the Frozen Four, some about the Harvard game, some about the Yale game, some about the Hockey Charity event next month, even some about Halloween, which is in a couple days.

I'm talking to Chase about all the Charity events I've been to. "How many Bruins events have you been to?" He asks.

"Like all of them." I groan.

"Wait was your dad at the game." He straighten and has his 'face' on his face. The one he uses when he's talking about something exciting. Pretty cute 'face' if you ask me, but not like that. Chase and I act like literal siblings. Though I've never grown up with any.

"No Chase, something came up," I explain as I feel the heat of Rohan stare once again on my back. "Him and mom are coming to the Yale game though."

Dad had a hockey emergency and mom went to help, they didn't explain but I didn't want to hear anyway.

I then feel someone brush my arm and on instinct I look over and see Rohan smirking over the rim of his water. Goddamit he's enjoying this. It's amusing him.

And that's how it goes for most of the rest of the night. Him 'absently' brushing parts of me━and I know that sounds dirty but that's not how I mean it. And whenever I look over at him I see smirks━smiles. Amusement.

So I'm all worked up when we get onto the bus. And then off of it and into the hotel. And then onto the elevator. Then we go in the direction of our room, and I'm not speaking at all at him but I can feel his stare, heated stare. Which makes me clench my thighs together.

I get to our door first and practically run inside, not bothering to close the door. I'm in the middle of our room when I hear the hotel door click shut. When I turn around I see Rohan leaning against the door, just looking at me.

I bite my lip. God I'm turned on. But also confused, though my body isn't, it knows what it wants. "So how was your Chicken Marsala. My burger was good." I start babbling. "You know I've been wondering,"

He pushes off the door and walks towards me but I'm bolted down, I can't move.

"Why do you like Italian food, and restaurants so much. Is it a fetish or a kink." I wince. Not a good word to use at thus moment.

He chuckles as he continues to step towards me, slowly, like a predator catching its prey. "I'm Italian. So it's normal I like Italian shit."

I furrow my brows, "What the fuck? Why haven't you told me that?" I shout. I'm about to open my mouth but he slams his mouth onto mine.

I melt into the kiss, like butter on a pan. He cups the nap of my neck and wraps an arm around my waist as he deepens the kiss causing me to moan. But I pull away and a sound of protest comes from his throat.

"Nuh uh. Nope." I untangle from his arms and step away. And I give him a pointed look. "You rejected me. And now you kiss me, want me. What's going on Rohan. Cause I'm getting mixed signals."

I can see the regret in his eyes. I know he does, its obvious but why change his mind?

"What happened to you not wanting to be with me?" I step towards him, once. "What changed?" I practically beg him.

He looks like this pains him, the rejecting me part. "That night when you kissed me, I wanted to kiss you back, wanted to fuck you but I thought that was it. Thought that my attraction was based on me wanting sex from you," He takes a breath and runs a hand through his hair, "But during these few weeks I missed your laugh, your smile and the dimple that peaks out, your coffee obsession, your witty remarks, your eyes, your honesty. I missed being around you, I missed you."

He move towards me, "Then I realized the way my heart beat wildly in my chest at seeing you on the rink or around campus, the way I got excited at the sound of your voice, the way I wasn't fully focused on school or hockey because half my thoughts were on you, whether you were okay, if you were safe, if you were mad at me. All that wasn't based on sex," He pauses, "It was me falling for you."

My heart start beating rapidly and I'm speechless. His confession goes deep inside me, to the part that thought he hated me, then the parts that thought he didn't think of me in that way.

"Rohan..." I breathe/moan.

I see his eye darken. And in a second his mouth is back on mine. My hands go to his neck pulling him harder against me. He obliges by pressing our lower bodies together and I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach.

I moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth and then suddenly my back hits the wall. Rohan's hands wonder over my body, from my ribs to my waist to the curve above my ass.

"Tell me to stop now because otherwise I won't be able to." He says over my mouth but I just shake my head and move both my hand to where his shirt is tucked into his slack and pull it out.

I place both hands onto his bare stomach, "I can't stop." I whisper as I run my fingers over his ab lines. He does a combination of a hiss and a groan.

His hands move to the zipper of my dress. He slowly starts un-zipping it as his lips meet mine again. I can feel my legs going weak. God this is riveting. I haven't had sex in too long.

The zipper reaches the bottom but he just smirks and moves his hands to the curve of my ass. "Rohan." I whine, causing him to chuckle.

His lips move to the corner of my mouth. Then lower until he reaches my jaw, which he kisses the length of. He does it painfully slow and at the same time his erection is still pressed against me.

I remove a hand from his stomach and place it between us, against his erection and squeeze. He hisses and drops his head to my neck.

Finally he does something. He moves his hand lower, to my ass and squeezes as he starts leaving wet kisses against my neck.

His hand doesn't stop at my ass. He runs lower until he skims my lace panties. I gasp at the contact and fist his shirt. "Fuck your so wet." He mumbles against my neck. He goes back for more except its not a ghost of a touch this time. He presses down.

I press my face into his neck and moan. Then his touch is gone. A protest is on its out but then both his hands go to my hips under my dress. He pulls my pantie down and then lets them fall the rest of the way.

His hand is immediately under my dress again. He runs a finder from my clit down my opening, spreading my juices. "This is all for me." It was said as a statement which I can't even respond to because my face is in his neck.

I gasp.

He starts going back and forth against my opening, no further. I bring my face back and is about to complain when suddenly he pushes a finger inside me. I cry out, knees trembling once more. But his other arm around my waist keeps me upright.

"God your so tight, baby." He remarks before diving in again and pressing his lips to mine. My hands find their way back to his neck.

His finger slowly goes in and out. "More." I whisper again his lips. I can feel his smirk.

Then when he pushes his finger back inside, his thumb finds finds my clit and presses down. I stop kissing as I gasp, for like the millioninth time. God its pathetic but I can't find it in me to care as he works both my clit and pushes in and out of me.

I can feel the pressure building more and more with each of his movements. He moves onto my neck as he withdraws his finger completely. I whine but then he pushes two fingers inside me. We both groan.

I move my head to the side to give him more access as he leaves more wet kisses against my neck.

The pressure keeps getting higher that my eyes become heavy lidded. And the fact that he smells so good has a lot to do with it since his smell surrounds me.

What sends me over the edge, crying out is when he finds my g-spot and curls his fingers. I shove my face into his neck as my orgasm wracks through my body, leaving me weak.

We stay like that are a few minutes until I starts shifting uncomfortably and Rohan pulls out his fingers. I pull my face from his neck only to see him pull the exact fingers that were just inside me and puts them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

He smirks, and the next thing I know, he's picking me up and bringing me to the bed. He lowers me down to the bed, still kissing me. I reach for his belt but he stops me, "Oh no, baby, I'm going slow. Taking my time to explore your beautiful body." He empathizes it by running his hands down my sides.

I try rolling my hips against his cock but he stops me and gives me a stern look. He starts to unbutton his shirt slowly. Somehow he took off his jacket. I look over and see it on the floor.

I look back at Rohan and see he's at the last button. My mouth becomes agape. His abs are fucking perfection.

I reach back to take off my dress, "No. Don't, Katherine." Rohan says pushing his shirt down his arms. And then, without the same slowness, he takes off his pants, leaving himself in his boxer. I can see his erection and I'm stunned into silence.

He climbs onto the bed. Instead of me, he reaches behind me and pulls down my dress, over my legs and throws it onto the floor. My pussy is bare but I still have on my matching blue lacy bra.

He reaches behind me and unclips it with one hand. I smirk, "Show off."

He chuckles but he becomes silent when he leans back and looks at my body up and down. "Your so fucking beautiful." He whispers more to himself than to me.

Even with his words I start feeling self conscious and go to cover myself. Rohan climbs up my body and captures my wrist, then the other. He places them beside my head. Rohan starts kissing my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. The his lips descend onto mine.

It's just for a second because he climbs down my body, kissing his way until he gets to my breasts. "God I love these tits."

And I love how vocal he is. I've been with men who are so quiet, it'd seem like they weren't even in the room.

His mouth descends down onto one of my breasts. He takes my nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before gently biting the bud. I arch off my bed as a moan travels out of my mouth, my hands tighten onto his strands at the nape of his neck.

He repeats that process, again, and again. Circle, bite. Until he moves onto the next breast.

Once he's satisfied with the attention he's given them he moves to kiss in between then. And continues to kiss down my stomach. He skips my pussy and resumes kissing the inside of my thigh, nipping at my thigh.

I'm now hot and wired up again. I'm growing warm everywhere. I roll my hips to get some friction.

"Rohan." I whisper. I look down and see him looking up at me as he fulfills my silent wish and starts kissing upwards, towards where I want him.

He pushes my legs farther apart. His full attention now on my pussy.

He went straight for my opening, tracing it with his tongue. He makes a sound low in his throat that sounds a lot like satisfaction. The heat of his mouth on my pussy makes my eyes roll.

Rohan grabs my legs and pulls then over his shoulder. My hand run up his head and I instinctively pull his head back down. He complies. "Cazzo, Katherine, Anche la tua figa sa di ciliegie e fragole." It's barely audible.

And in another language? Italian? But I understand his tone, and him talking dirty to me in Italian makes more pressure build.

I run my hands, and nails down his scalp. A shudder goes through him but he continued licking my pussy like he was starved. All the while ignoring my clit.

Each like of his tongue pushed me more over the edge, made my clit throb in anticipation.. Each time he came close to my clit, I'd rock my hips unintentionally, but he only drew his mouth back to my opening.

I could yell in frustration but he started fucking me with his tongue. My back arched off the bed as my nails dug into his scalp, causing him to groan and suck harder.

My breathing became more faster. His tongue went closer to my clit, I trembled. "Please, Rohan." I Begged.

I felt him shake his head. But then he finally slid his tongue up to my clit, pressing his tongue against it. I cried out, arching my back and squeezing my thighs.

Rohan went to suck on my clit. He got about 5 seconds of sucking before the pressure was built. "I'm coming." I moan.

He sucks harder. When I come, he move to my opening and swallows my come.

I collapse on the bed as Rohan stands up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I smile before I remember something. "You spoke Italian?" I asked, he nodded. "What did you say?" My eyes are half closed but I see him just smile.

But then he has this worried look on his face. "I hadn't brought condoms. Fuck." He swears.

I smile at him being cute. "It's okay, I'm on birth control and you can just pull out." I sit up on my elbows.

Heat seared its way into his eyes as he climbed back up my body but before, he slid his boxers down his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock the entire way up my body.

His lips came down onto mine, I cupped his jaw. I could feel his cock against my stomach, could feel the precum on my stomach from his cock.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his erection, squeezing it. I gently, and slowly ran my thumb over his tip. Rohan hisses against my mouth. I did it again.

He batted my hand away from his cock and wrapped his own hand around his shaft, and stroked it once then twice. The he started kissing my neck, wet hot kisses.

Then I felt the head of his cock rub against my entrance. A small gasp escapes me. He started pushing inside, slowly but it wasn't because he wanted it slow, I could feel myself contracting.

When he was fully sheathed he shifted so was was covering my body with his and holding himself up by his elbows. He leans his head down, "Your so tight, baby." He whispers in my ear and I could feel a shudder run through me.

He pulled out all the way before slowly pushing back in. I could already feel my third orgasm building.

He started going faster and harder. All the while kissing my cheek, jaw, neck, corner of my lips and lips.

Rohan would switch between hard and fast thrusts which I liked better than the slow and steadier ones. I liked seeing him loose control. At some point I wrapped my legs around his waist making his cock hit a deeper part which is what made the pressure blow.

"I'm coming━" I cry out just as I come.

Rohan's thrust become more erratic as he kisses my neck. Then he pulls out and comes on my stomach. But again be just stay there. Him on his elbows, me running my hand up and down his back.

Until his come start dripping downward. "Rohan, your children are running." I whisper. He laughs as he looks down.

"Hold on, baby." He kisses my forehead and gets off the bed, probably to the bathroom but my eyes are close.

Then I feel something wet other then his come on my stomach. I open my eyes and see him wiping his come with a wet cloth. He put on his boxers.

"That was...woah." I breathe.

I hear his husky chuckle as he throws the clothe somewhere. He goes and picks me up and places me under the blanket, he climbs in with me. I cuddle up to him.

"Thank you." I say against his chest.

I can just imagine him furrowing his brows, "For what?"

I smile, "What just happened. And what you did on the rink today. Protecting my honour and all." I laugh.

"Any time, Katherine." I can hear the smile.

"I like my name coming from your mouth." I mumble. He hadn't started saying my name until today, I just noticed that.

He just keeps running a his fingers up and down my spine, making me fall asleep.