"What are you
doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?"
Forget.
I need to forget. I
need an escape.
Only one person isn't
falling for my reputation as the NHL's Golden Boy; she captured my attention
the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend's house. She
didn't want to hear my reason--she only wanted to playfully give me a hard
time.
Adalyn is bold,
sassy--and the perfect escape.
She's everywhere. In
town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with
her.
And I do, making this
summer the best off-season I've ever had.
But in the midst of
getting lost in Adalyn, what I don't expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely
don't expect is having to fight for her affection.
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first, we explore, our lips light, our mouths not quite nipping, but not fusing
together either.
We probe, we
search, we delve into each other.
Her hands to my
face.
My fingers
tangling in her wavy brown curls.
Mouths open.
A gasp.
A moan.
A tightened grip.
The lightest touch
of tongues.
Scooting closer,
she wraps her legs around the back of mine, linking them together.
Tangling, molding,
becoming one, the sweet taste of her mouth on mine . . . I’m lost.
Falling and
falling fast, our kiss so deep, so intense with each thrust of our tongues,
with each mingling of our lips, with every intake of desperate breath.
Tender, the way
she moves her lips across mine.
Shaky, the way her
hands tentatively explore the crevasses and divots of my broad and built chest.
Fearful . . . of
the unknown, of what this means.
But so goddamn
electrifying because the craving I’ve harbored for this woman is finally being
sated.
Eyes closed, hands
lingering, I slowly pull away and rest my forehead on Adalyn’s trying to catch
my breath, taking a second to steady the jittery, wobbly feeling in my legs.
“Wow,” I mumble.
“That was—”
“Unforgettable,”
she finishes for me, her nose rubbing against mine.
Exhaling, I say,
“Yeah, it was.”
My hands venture
to her sides, memorizing every contour of her body in their path. “Where’s your
bedroom?”
Her eyes light up
and she hops down from the counter, taking my hand in hers in the process.
“This way.” She practically skips down the hallway, light and giddy.
The dark hallway
leads to another white, clean, and crisp bedroom. Smooth lines, monotone colors
of whites and creams, with one light blue throw pillow on her plush white bed
that looks like a cloud floating in the middle of heaven.
Angling in my
direction, she reaches for the hem of her dress, but I stop her, gripping her
shoulders and standing her upright. Confusion laces her eyes and I take no time
in easing that confusion.
“I want to take
this slow, Adalyn.” I let out an unsteady breath. “That kiss back there, fuck .
. .” I press a hand through my hair. “That rocked my goddamn world.”
Shyly, she peeks
up at me through her eyelashes. “It rocked my world too.”
Unable to keep my
hands off her for too long, I tip her chin up and press my lips against hers,
my mouth smoothing along hers, lush and delicious, just as I expected. She
sighs into me, holding on to my waist. I press my tongue against hers again,
loving how she gives as much as I take.
Slowing down, my
lips brush hers, the fiery passion we have for each other simmering like a pot
ready to boil, but never getting hot enough.
I don’t want it to
get too hot. Not right now.
I need to know
more about her. I want more time with her. I don’t want to jump into this—into
a physical relationship—when I know there is so much more I can share with this
woman.
There is time for
this connection to go beyond the physical, but for now, I need to not get
wrapped up in the sensation of her being so close to me and rather seduce her
mind instead. I. Want. Her. I want what Calder and Rachel have. I want the
depth of trust and friendship I’ve seen in my parents’ marriage . . . How is that possible so soon? God, I
want inside her, but I think I need inside her heart more than in her body.
Yes, I’m certifiable.
Completely.
“Can we agree on
something?”
“Depends on what
it is.” Her fingers trace up and down my spine.
Tracing her
pattern, matching it with my fingers, I say, “Can we both acknowledge this
unimaginable pull between us? Can we admit to ourselves that the physical is
there, that we both would have no problem taking this relationship to the bed?”
“Easily,” she
breathes out heavily, her fingers playing with the hem of my shirt.
“Can we also agree
to wait?”
Sighing heavily,
she rests her head against my chest, knocking it a few times with her forehead.
“You’re killing me, Hayden.”
“I know but there
have been too many times where the physical has taken the lead in developing a
relationship and the communication has lacked. I don’t want that with you.”
“I can understand
that.” She bites her bottom lip, her thoughts running a mile a minute in that
pretty head of hers. “But what about . . . you know . . . when you have to
leave, go back to Philly?”
I nod. “This is
for then. So when I do go back, we’ll be okay. Because I can see a future with
you, Adalyn, and that’s why I want to build something solid with you, something
that can last. I want that chance. With you.”
“So when you
return to Philly, you want to stay in contact with me?”
“Fuck yes, I do.
And I’m going to have you sitting front and center at as many games as you can
get to, especially since I’m trying to make hockey your favorite sport.”
“I don’t know.”
She smiles. “That’s going to be one hell of a task to accomplish. Think you can
handle it?”
“I know I can.” I
press a quick kiss against her lips and then slap her ass, making her squeal.
With a wink, I say, “Go get changed for bed, we have some making out to do.”
“Making out?” she
asks, adding in a lift of that well-defined eyebrow of hers.
Acting stern and
pointing my finger at her, I say, “Just making out. If you start with your
wandering hands, I’m going to jet out of here, taking my body warmth with me.”
“That’s just
cruel.”
“Then keep it in
your pants, Adalyn.” Smiling wickedly, I go to the living room to grab my
overnight bag, reprimanding myself with the same warning.
Keep it in your pants, Holmes.
For the love of
God, keep it in your pants.
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