He’s changed to a pair of gray sweatpants that do a phenomenal job at showcasing his firm ass. And that white long sleeve t-shirt stretches over his bulging biceps, shoulders, and muscular back.
Kaz may no longer be an NHL player, but clearly, he still works out like a man vying for a Stanley Cup.
I approve.
Kaz returns in a flash.
He hands me the glass, and I gulp it down.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” He points to the bed. “How do you like the book?”
I blush. “It’s a great read… There’s so much chemistry between the main characters.”And for a moment, I stepped into the heroine’s shoes and you were the hero and I was able to live out my SDILF fantasy.
Not sure if there’s such a thing as a ‘stepdads I’d like to fuck’ fantasy, but if there isn’t, I’d like to consider myself a pioneer.
“Glad I didn’t pick a terrible book,” he says.
You, sir, know how to pick good smut.
“Time to go to bed,” he says, jerking his chin towards the bed.
“Good idea.”Time to find out which other contortionist-worthy positions are going to be explored.
I expect him to walk out of the room, but instead, he makes his way to the armchair. He grabs the blanket, sits in the chair, and covers his body.
Huh?“Are you sleeping… in my room?” Since this is his house, it’s his room, but… what the hell?
“Yes, I want to be close by in case you have a nightmare.”
I stare at him slack-jawed.
“I don’t know what triggered last night’s nightmare, and I don’t know if you have them often, but if you do, I’ll be here for you.”
In a matter of minutes, I go through myriad emotions––turned on by a romance, freaked out and humiliated for getting caught re-enacting a saucy scene from my book, turned on by this man, and now… my heart is about to burst wide open.
How can a man I barely know care this much about me?
My family never gave two shits unless they needed me to act as their personal ATM machines.
My casual hookups were too short-lived for the guy to give a damn.
Most of the few ex-boyfriends I’ve had were selfish.
My father took a page from my mom’s book and never treated me like I matter.
Kaz Lindström is raising the bar way high.
Chapter 19
Don’t fight it
Harley
Kaz parks his Mercedes in front of a building I never thought I would ever set foot in again.
I swing my gaze in his direction. “This is New York, there are a gazillion discount clothing shops, secondhand shops, and I’m certain there are tons of sample sales happening as we speak.”
