Her eyes widen and her lips part, a small breath escaping her.
“I can’t explain this feeling I have when I’m with you any more than I can explain how the moment I put on skates, I knew I was meant to be a hockey player.” I feel as vulnerable as fuck right now, but I can’t stop myself from being honest with her. “I want this, Savannah. You. All of it. So please just let me get to know you.”
She’s quiet, searching my face for a long moment. So long, in fact, that I worry I’ve scared her. That she’ll jump off my lap and usher me straight out the door.
But when her shy smile returns, the anxiety in my chest dissipates.
“What do you want to know?” she finally asks.
“Everything,” I admit, not having a clue where to start. “Anything you’ll tell me. Maybe start with your favorite movie?”
She hums, her lips twitching. “Really? That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I ask what you want to know about me?”
Amusement floods me, along with relief. “I figure we can watch it after dinner. I’ll rub your back. Then, maybe, if you feel more relaxed, we can have a conversation without all the stress.”
The light returns to her eyes. “That’s—” She runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “That’s a really good idea.”
I roll to one side, forcing her onto her back, her head on the pillows, eliciting a squeal from her. With a quick peck to her mouth, I stand and shuffle to the table to unpack the supplies I brought. First out is the bear I won for her.
“Oh my god, you brought our love bear!” she squeals.
I chuckle at the ridiculous term she continues to use. “Didn’t have a babysitter and I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t take care of him properly.”
She breaks into a face-splitting grin, and when I hand him to her, still dressed in his Burberry sweater, she squeezes him tight to her chest. “I trust that you were an excellent daddy to our first baby.”
Halfway to the table, I spin back to her. “First, huh?”
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open, but no words come out.
Before she can get too worked up about her slip of the tongue, I chuckle and get back to unloading the bags.
“So, um,” she says, voice full of nerves, “what else did you bring?”
“French fries and ice cream to start. We’ll eat those first, since temperature matters.”
She laughs, her expression easing.
“I also have chocolate. Watermelon Sour Patch candies because my sister says she craves them during her period too. I got the kid ones too, because why not? And Twizzlers, peanut butter cups. The big ones. Oh, and I picked up a few magazines. Honestly, I went to the store and picked up everything I thought Aiden Langfield would bring on a normal travel day.”
She snorts like she thinks I’m kidding. Clearly she doesn’t know my buddy well enough to know that he has one hell of a sweet tooth.
“Okay, I agree,” she says. “We should start with the ice cream and French fries. Oh, and the peanut butter cups.”
I grab the requested items and go in search of a spoon. It’s not hard to find, since she has a whopping three kitchen drawers.
She’s a big fan of rom-coms, so we turn onWedding Crashers, and for the next two hours we snack and laugh our asses off. When we’ve officially overdosed on sugar, I clean up and dig out the heating pad.
I plug it in and spread it out on the bed, then urge her to lie on her stomach so she can watch the movie while I rub her back.
Without hesitating, she pulls her cozy top over her head and then unclasps her bra, revealing her perfect heavy breasts and instantly making my mouth water.
“Hate wearing a bra at home,” she tells me as she spins and positions herself on the bed like I asked.
I bite back a groan, willing my dick to stand down. That’s not what tonight is about. With a long breath out, I go back for the bottle of massage oil and bring it over to the bed. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Right. My belly is bulging from all the junk food, my hair hasn’t been washed since yesterday, and I’m in old sweats. Hottie, right here.”
I dig my thumbs into her shoulders and lean down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “If you think a single one of those things turns me off, then you seriously don’t have a fucking clue.”
